TelosianEmbrace
18th October 2011, 07:02
I woke in the early hours of this morning with a realisation of what's important, and I'd like to share it with you.
I have researched many topics extensively over the last twenty years, from gurus to aliens, from conspiracies to psychic healing, from the NWO to forbidden history. Some of the recent threads on this forum have highlighted for me the basic guiding principles/beliefs by which we live our lives. It became obvious that there were two kinds of people, some pushing others down and others pulling those around them up.
I often think of a story related similarly in a number of different cultures/religions which I shall refer to as 'Heaven, Hell and Chopsticks'.
Once upon a time, in a temple nestled in the misty end of south hill lived a pair of monks. One old and one young.
"What are the differences between Heaven and Hell?" The young monk asked the learned master one day.
"There are no material differences", replied the old monk peacefully.
"None at all?" Asked the confused young monk.
"Yes. Both Heaven and Hell look the same. They all have a dining hall with a big hot pot in the centre in which some delicious noodles are boiled, giving off an appetising scent", said the older priest. "The size of the pan and the number of people sitting around the pot are the same in these two places".
"But oddly, each diner is given a pair of metre long chopsticks and must use them to eat the noodles. And to eat the noodles, one must hold the chopsticks properly at their ends, no cheating allowed". The zen master went on to describe to our young monk.
"In the case of Hell, people are always starved because no matter how hard they try, they fail to get the noodles into their mouths" said the old priest.
"But doesn't the same thing happen in Heaven?" The junior questioned.
"No. They can eat because they each feed the person sitting opposite them at the table. You see, that is the difference between Heaven and Hell" explained the old monk.
I have a picture of a person hanging from the side of a cliff, holding onto a little shrub that is gradually being pulled out by the roots. Would you reach out to help them? Let us say a perfect stranger, or even someone you despise. Let us say Pindar, a repulsive reptilian, an eater of human babies, is there, dangling by one hand and screaming. Would you reach out to help, in a situation that is possibly dangerous to you?
What I see as important is that we care for each other. Not how much money we have, not what country we're from or how successful we've been in life. Not the clothes on our backs or the colour of our skin. But that when push comes to shove, we won't stand on each other to survive, but that we will reach out to support each other.
It happens so often in times of hardship, yet is so rarely reported. In times of floods, in times of famine, people who have little or nothing reach out to others who have little or nothing, and somehow, somehow, they all manage to get by. I am reminded of a passage in Dominique Lapierre's book where he details how one family who doesn't even have enough to feed their own family gives food to the family lying on the bridge beside them, so that they may all have at least something for the night.
Often our shift in consciousness can be as simple as a change in our attitude. I ask that each of us finds the goodness in ourselves, and that we see it in those around us. Thank you for your time.
Guy
I have researched many topics extensively over the last twenty years, from gurus to aliens, from conspiracies to psychic healing, from the NWO to forbidden history. Some of the recent threads on this forum have highlighted for me the basic guiding principles/beliefs by which we live our lives. It became obvious that there were two kinds of people, some pushing others down and others pulling those around them up.
I often think of a story related similarly in a number of different cultures/religions which I shall refer to as 'Heaven, Hell and Chopsticks'.
Once upon a time, in a temple nestled in the misty end of south hill lived a pair of monks. One old and one young.
"What are the differences between Heaven and Hell?" The young monk asked the learned master one day.
"There are no material differences", replied the old monk peacefully.
"None at all?" Asked the confused young monk.
"Yes. Both Heaven and Hell look the same. They all have a dining hall with a big hot pot in the centre in which some delicious noodles are boiled, giving off an appetising scent", said the older priest. "The size of the pan and the number of people sitting around the pot are the same in these two places".
"But oddly, each diner is given a pair of metre long chopsticks and must use them to eat the noodles. And to eat the noodles, one must hold the chopsticks properly at their ends, no cheating allowed". The zen master went on to describe to our young monk.
"In the case of Hell, people are always starved because no matter how hard they try, they fail to get the noodles into their mouths" said the old priest.
"But doesn't the same thing happen in Heaven?" The junior questioned.
"No. They can eat because they each feed the person sitting opposite them at the table. You see, that is the difference between Heaven and Hell" explained the old monk.
I have a picture of a person hanging from the side of a cliff, holding onto a little shrub that is gradually being pulled out by the roots. Would you reach out to help them? Let us say a perfect stranger, or even someone you despise. Let us say Pindar, a repulsive reptilian, an eater of human babies, is there, dangling by one hand and screaming. Would you reach out to help, in a situation that is possibly dangerous to you?
What I see as important is that we care for each other. Not how much money we have, not what country we're from or how successful we've been in life. Not the clothes on our backs or the colour of our skin. But that when push comes to shove, we won't stand on each other to survive, but that we will reach out to support each other.
It happens so often in times of hardship, yet is so rarely reported. In times of floods, in times of famine, people who have little or nothing reach out to others who have little or nothing, and somehow, somehow, they all manage to get by. I am reminded of a passage in Dominique Lapierre's book where he details how one family who doesn't even have enough to feed their own family gives food to the family lying on the bridge beside them, so that they may all have at least something for the night.
Often our shift in consciousness can be as simple as a change in our attitude. I ask that each of us finds the goodness in ourselves, and that we see it in those around us. Thank you for your time.
Guy