We are all settlers in the wilderness of this life, and hard to please settlers at that! We long to find a way of life which appeals to our minds and hearts. And once we find it, we are set for life!¾My very feeling once I stepped into Dahesh’s New World. And while there, I couldn’t help comparing this new world to the world still moving around me. Alas, the world around me was going to pieces; chaos and destruction loomed everywhere. And just when I thought I had no world wherein I could live my Spiritual New World in peace, Doctor Dahesh let us know that the Daheshist Mission was emigrating to the United States for good. Imagine my surprise and joy to know that the Country that I loved most when budding to life was to be the host of my New World … my new raison d’être!
Doctor Dahesh wrote “The Daheshist Mission emigrates to America” on March 10, 1976 in Paris. He was on his way to the United States to lay down the cornerstone of the Daheshist Mission in “The Land of the Free.”
The Daheshist Mission emigrates to America
Seeking religious freedom
[Escaping persecution in their country, the first Pilgrims came to America seeking religious freedom …]
Alike the sun she rose, and the eyes of the nations upon her were cast.
She shone, and her sublimity dazzled the sights with its crimson hue.
“O Nations of the Earth,” she said out loud, “unto me, rush forth, for life is ephemeral;
“For he who is enthralled by my Beauty obtains happiness and peace, and he who turns his face away from me is under Satan’s sway.
“There is suffering in my fascination, and suffering turns into happiness for my bosom friends.”
Then she set out to reveal her charms to the crowds, the truthful among them and the mendacious.
“I am the most beautiful women of the Earth,” she said with determination, and all ears fathomed the import of her words!
O wonder! Could the moon be outshone by another star in the sky?!
And our Beauty to laugh for that which God bestowed upon her of most illuminant loveliness,
And the birds warbled joyfully to behold her, while she was playing with her necklace of pearls.
I was amazed by her, and the sweetest hopes stormed into my head,
And the passions to toss me to and fro; alike a feather I became, at the mercy of the blowing winds.
I drew close and touched her soft and tender fingers; so she smiled at me, and I found myself drowning in a poppling sea.
Restless I became, when she suddenly vanished amidst the roses, the jonquils, and the red pomegranate blossoms.
I followed her virtuously, keen on adoring her, though adoration is only meant for the Most Merciful.
I have loved no one else but her, and I shall never stop loving her.
The Creator bestowed upon her the raiment of grace, and endowed her with kindness and compassion.
To the enchanting Gardens she is the principal charm; she is the Queen of Eden.
She is a stray gazelle, roaming the gardens of the Most Munificent.
She is a flamboyant butterfly, fluttering merrily over the boughs,
Singing splendor in an enchanting melody that uplifts the soul, but to have you dedicate yourself to her heart and soul!
And if God wants to grant me happiness, He would allow that I reunite with her, and she with me,
Thus, I will live with her an everlasting life, be madly in love with her, and sing forever to her on my lute.
She is not a sylph playing coy with me; nor is she a songstress;
No, she is the Daheshist Mission emigrating to America, renouncing thus the mountains of Lebanon she left behind.
Paris, 4 o’clock of the dawn of March 10, 1976