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A farmer owned a beautiful mare which was praised far and wide. One day this beautiful horse disappeared. The people of his village offered sympathy to the farmer for his great misfortune. The farmer said simply, “That’s the way it is.”

A few days later the lost mare returned, followed by a beautiful wild stallion. The village congratulated the farmer for his good fortune. He said, “That’s the way it is.”

Some time later, farmer’s only son, while riding the stallion, fell off and broke his leg. The village people once again expressed their sympathy at farmer’s misfortune. The farmer again said, “That’s the way it is.”
Soon thereafter, war broke out and all the young men of the village except the farmer’s lame son were drafted and were killed in battle. The village people were amazed at the farmer’s good luck. His son was the only young man left alive in the village. But the farmer kept his same attitude: despite all the turmoil, gains and losses, he gave the same reply, “That’s the way it is.”

My dear readers, do you agree with the connect between Acceptance and Awareness?  


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Nasrudin was now an old man looking back on his life. He sat with his friends in the tea shop telling his story. “When I was young I was fiery – I wanted to awaken everyone. I prayed to God to give me the strength to change the world.

In mid-life I awoke one day and realized my life was half over and I had changed no one. So I prayed to God to give me the strength to change those close around me who so much-needed it.

Alas, now I am old and my prayer is simpler. “God,” I ask, “please give me the strength to at least change myself.”


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Suppose our instrument of perception, let us take the eye, is made like a telescope or a microscope. Our view of the universe would be entirely different. The 3 dimensions of an object that we see before us, will be different. The shape may be different, the view may be different.

So can we conclude, what we see is entirely dependent upon our instrument of perception, in this case, the eye?

Secondly, the eye is the instrument and by a process the image is being interpreted by brain.

Could it be a possibility that what the brain interprets and what is out there, is not same?

Would do you say?


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This story is about the relationship and also of the teachings by discussion between Buddha and his favorite disciple, Ananda and it’s about meditation. We all meditate, many of us do, very often we can sit but we cannot meditate because our mind moves here and there, up and down most of the time.

So is there a way to meditate? When one meditates, does one have to strive hard to meditate or does meditation come naturally without any striving? To illustrate this point, there is this beautiful story of a discussion that the Buddha had with his disciple, Ananda.

One day Ananda was trying to meditate and in his mind there was a question which was almost insurmountable and in his effort to find a solution, an answer to this question, Ananda was walking up and down, up and down until his feet started to bleed.

He could not compose himself to sit down and meditate unless he had found a theoretical answer, a solution to this particular problem that plagued him that day.

The Buddha, it is said, who was watching this whole scene quietly, called him over and said, “Ananda, aren’t you a great musician? Haven’t you played the veena for me many times?” “Yes,” said Ananda, “My lord.” “I have at your request, played the veena to you many times.”

“I liked the music, the veena as you play it,” said the Buddha. “Can you bring your veena once more and play it for me?” “Sure” said Ananda “whatever you wish, that I fulfil.”

Off he went and came back with his veena. “Just a minute Ananda,” said Buddha, “can you hand over the veena to me? I would like to tune it for you.”

“Surely,” said Ananda and handed-over the veena to the Buddha. The Buddha took the veena into his hands and started tightening the strings. He tightened and He tightened and He tightened and He tightened and then when the strings had become so taught that they were in danger of breaking, snapping, Ananda cried out, “stop, stop.” “O great one, now you will break the strings because you have tightened them too much.”

“Ah,” said Buddha, “I am sorry” and then he loosened the strings until they became so loose and slack that Ananda said, “O enlightened one, the strings now are so slack that no music will come out of it. One cannot play on this. They have to be tightened up to a certain level and not more and not less for music to come.”

So the Buddda smiled and said, “So Ananda, so also is the mind. To go into deep meditation, to listen to the music of the spheres, one has to keep the mind alert and stable and poised, not slack and lazy; at the same time not so stressed and tight as you seem to be keeping your mind.”

“For no music shall come, for the mind shall break and if the mind breaks, no instrument have you other than it to find the truth. Therefore, follow the middle path, neither too much nor too little; neither this extreme nor that.”

“And if you keep to this golden principle of the middle path, you surely shall attain the capacity to reach Nirvana.”


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A man was exploring some caves by the seashore, and in one of the caves he found a bag full of hardened clay balls.

It didn’t look like much, but it intrigued the man, so he took the bag with him.

As he strolled along the beach, he would throw the clay balls, one at a time, out into the ocean as far as he could.

He thought little about it, until he dropped one of the clay balls and it cracked open on a rock.

Inside was a beautiful, Precious Stone!

Excited, the man started breaking open the remaining few clay balls and found each contained a similar treasure.

When he realised that the small number of clay balls still left with him was worth a lot, it struck him…!

He had been on the beach a long time, and must have thrown 100 odd clay balls, with their hidden treasure,  into the ocean.

If he had known it before, he could have taken the whole lot home and became a rich man!

Are we any different from this man?!

When we look at ourselves (or another person), we often see only the external clay vessel.

It may not look so attractive from the outer, hence we tend to neglect/reject it,

often failing to find the treasure hidden inside us (or that person).

There is a Treasure in each and every one of us, if we take the time to look deep and find it.

Have faith and pray to Lord to show us the real potentiality of our True Self!

Then only we will able to see the clay begins to peel away and the brilliant Gem begins to Shine forth!

Why not we start the hunt now and waste no more time,

so that we won’t regret later for Not knowing It, and wasting a lifetime!

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There Robbers


Once a rich man was passing through a forest, when three robbers surrounded him and robbed him of all his wealth. After snatching all his possessions from him, one of the robbers said: ‘What’s the good of keeping the man alive? Kill him.

‘ Saying this, he was about to strike their victim with his sword, when the second robber interrupted and said: ‘There’s no use in killing him. Let us bind him fast and leave him here. Then he won’t be able to tell the police.’ Accordingly the robbers tied him with a rope, left him, and went away.

“After a while the third robber returned to the rich man and said: ‘Ah! You’re badly hurt, aren’t you? Come, I’m going to release you.’ The third robber set the man free and led him out of the forest. When .they came near the highway, the robber said, ‘Follow this road and you will reach home easily.’

‘But you must come with me too’, said the man. ‘You have done so much for me. We shall all be happy to see you at our home.’ ‘No,’ said the robber, ‘it is not possible for me to go there. The police will arrest me.’ So saying, he left the rich man after pointing out his way.

“Now, the first robber, who said: ‘What’s the good of keeping the man alive? Kill him’, is tamas. It destroys. The second robber is rajas, which binds a man to the world and entangles him in a variety of activities. Rajas makes him forget God. Sattva alone shows the way to God. It produces virtues like compassion, righteousness, and devotion.

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One night in Baghdad, the king heard somebody walking on the roof of his palace. He shouted, “Who is there? And what are you doing there?”

The man was not a thief. Without any fear he said, “Don’t shout, that may disturb other people’s sleep. It is none of your business. I am looking for my camel. My camel is lost and it is time for you to go to sleep.”

The king could not believe what kind of madman could be on the roof of a palace searching for his camel. He called the guards and they searched all over the place but could not find the man. And the next day when he was sitting in his court he heard the same voice again; he recognized it.

The king immediately said, “Bring that man in,” because he was arguing with the guard in front of the gate that he wanted to stay in the caravanserai.

And the guard said, “You will be getting into problems unnecessarily. This is the palace of the king; this is not a caravanserai.”

The man said, “I know it is a caravanserai and you are just a guard. Don’t bother me. Just let me go in. I want to discuss the matter with the king himself. If I can convince him that this is a caravanserai then I will stay. If he can convince me it is not a caravanserai, then of course I will leave. But I won’t listen to you; you are just a guard.”

And just at that moment the message came from inside, “Don’t stop that man. We are in search of him; bring him in.”

The Sufi mystic was called in and the king said, “You seem to be a very strange fellow. I recognize your voice. You were the man on the roof searching for your camel and now you are calling my place, my home, a caravanserai.”

The man laughed and said, “You seem to be a man of some understanding. It is possible to talk with you. Yes, it was me who was looking for the camel on the roof of the palace. Don’t think that I’m insane. If you can look for blissfulness sitting on a golden throne, if you can look for God while continuously conquering and butchering and burning living human beings, what is wrong in searching for a camel on the roof of the palace? You tell me!

“If I am inconsistent you are also not consistent. And what right have you got to call this place your home, because I have been here before and on the same golden throne I have seen another man sitting. He looked just like you — a little older.”

The king said, “He was my father. Now he’s dead.” And the mystic said, “I was here even before that and I found another man. He also looked a little bit like you but very old.” The king said, “You are right, he was my grandfather.” And the mystic said, “What happened to him?” The king said, “He is dead.”

And the mystic said, “When are you going to die? They also believed that this is their home. I have argued with your grandfather. Now the poor fellow is in the grave. I have argued with your father; that poor fellow is also in the grave. Now I am arguing with you and someday I will come back again and I will be arguing with your son and you will be in a grave. So what kind of home is this where people go on changing? It is a caravanserai. It is just an overnight stay, and then one has to go.”

The king was shocked but was silent. The whole court was silent. The man was right. And the mystic finally said, “If you really want to know where your home is, go to the graveyard where finally you will have to settle, where your grandfather is, where your father is. That is the real place that you can call your home, but not this palace. Here I am going to stay as if it is a caravanserai.”

The king was certainly not an ordinary man. He stood up and told the mystic, “Forgive me, I was wrong. You are right. You can stay as long as you want. I am going in search of my real home. This is not my real home.” This world is only a caravanserai.

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