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In the Fire of Grace, Dancing Rumi's Journey of the Soul (A Short Film)


In the Fire of Grace - Dancing Rumi's Journey of the Soul 
Director: Andrew Harvey  
Producer: Banafsheh Sayyad
Courtesy of: Culture Unplugged
Duration: 51 Minutes




In the Fire of Grace, Dancing Rumi's Journey of the Soul 
Director: Andrew Harvey | Producer: Banafsheh Sayyad
Courtesy of: Culture Unplugged | Duration: 51 Minutes


Synopsis:

"Banafsheh Sayyad, �as an embodied mystic of the divine feminine, her presentations are not performances but transmissions which transform your vision of dance forever." In this film, Banafsheh interprets five stages of the soul's archetypal journey to union with the Beloved, in movement that marries, as Rumi�s mystical vision, the serene peace with the fierce gorgeous passion of the divine. She is accompanied by Andrew Harvey as the voice of Rumi, summoning her deeper into the flames of death and rebirth. 

Andrew Harvey is the renowned mystical scholar, Rumi translator, poet, spiritual teacher, author of over 30 books, and architect of Sacred Activism. Harvey�s Rumi is a thunderous, poignant Shakespeare of the soul, catching one unaware and making retreat impossible. The dances are illumined by discussions exploring the urgency of Rumi's message to our turbulent world and the devastating, glorious paradoxes of the mystical journey."


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