Compassion

[Fred Steeves]

So I was just thinking...(Oh god, here he goes)LOL.

If you were an eternal soul, who knew all the ins and outs of Creation, the nuts and bolts so to speak, you would "know" what's going on. But would you "Know" what's going on? Maybe the answer is that there is a vast difference between the small k, and the large K.

So what if, there was a sacred "Teacher", who could upon request, take this eternal being from "knowing", to "Knowing"?

What if, this teacher told you: "Straight up, once this begins, there is no turning back, and your identity as you know it will have been scrubbed. It will have ceased to exist, and you will have to earn it back. You will suffer greatly, you will make others suffer greatly, and not know why. Over the seeming eons, you will do the 'best' of things, and you will most importantly first do the 'worst' of things. You will only eventually Know compassion, once you have been able to recognize your atrocities, know that you have ventured beyond the realms of forgiveness, and then you will Know that you were already forgiven".

Continuing: "The next time you approach me, I will look into your eyes, and you will be able to teach ME compassion in an instant!!! ARE YOU READY???"

[Belle]

Okay. Like the OP. Read it a few times through...

knowing - mind understanding/rationalizing

Knowing - experiencing/being

Did get a quick flash of deja vu.... a "so that's what I agreed to?" sort of thing.

Other than that...naw. Got nothing.

[music]

Small k, big K. Similar to things I see, though because we see the same things with different eyes, I see only love (small l) and Love (big L). When we live from a place of human love (small l), we have concepts like knowing and pity. When we operate from the big L Love of higher consciousness, knowing becomes understanding, and pity becomes compassion.

Fundamentally the same experience though, and I would dare say that many others here see a similar thing with their own eyes.

[pie'n'eal]

Children play make-believe games.
One day they will grow up.
The sad thing is,
they prefer the make-believe games,
and do not notice they are already grown up.

Tony

[pie'n'eal]

Both Barrels!

It is sad you say you do not know what Compassion is,
when it is your very Essence.

You Know what compassion is.
Your every word screams compassion,
You know, you know.

Stop doubting, and Love others
more that your self.

Now!

[Fred Steeves]

Posted by pie'n'eal (here)

Stop doubting, and Love others
more that your self.

Now!

O.K. Tony, brace yourself dear sir.

[pie'n'eal]

Posted by Fred Steeves (here)

Posted by pie'n'eal (here)

Stop doubting, and Love others
more that your self.

Now!

O.K. Tony, brace yourself dear sir.

What time is it there, shouldn't you be in bed?

[REILLY]

It is said, that God taps you on the shoulder, before He hits you upside the head with the two by four.

[lookbeyond]

I believe that compassion develops as the soul does, that if you dont feel it ,then it isnt there yet, and going on from this , when all have compassion what a wonderful world this will be!

Kind Reguards, lookbeyond

[pie'n'eal]

Compassion will challenge you.

[lookbeyond]

Yes, i agree, it does and mostly with those i know well.

[Fred Steeves]

This story is one facet of my inspiration for the OP. I was really taken the first time I heard it more than a decade ago. Now does this mean I just happen to like this story? Or can metaphor sometimes "ring a bell" so to speak?


“When Narada came to Vishnu and said, “What is the secret of your Maya (illusion of separateness)?” Vishnu took him and threw him into a pool. And the moment he fell under the pool he was born as a princess in a very great family, and went through all the experiences of childhood and being a little girl, finally married to a prince from another kingdom and she went to live with him in his kingdom.

And they were in tremendous prosperity, and palaces and peacocks and all that sort of thing, then suddenly there was a war, and their kingdom was attacked and utterly destroyed, and the prince himself was killed in battle. And so he was cremated, and she, as a dutiful wife, was about to throw herself, weeping, on the funeral pyre and burn herself, an act of sadhi or self-sacrifice, when suddenly, Narada woke to find himself being pulled out of the pool by his hair.

And Vishnu said, “For whom were you weeping?””

[Belle]

Posted by pie'n'eal (here)

Compassion will challenge you.

Compassion alone can lead to the desire to fulfill someone's wants...relieving their immediate 'pain', and yours.

Compassion tempered with wisdom can reveal their needs...

[REILLY]

I am you and you are me and we are all together.

Posted by Fred Steeves (here)
This story is one facet of my inspiration for the OP. I was really taken the first time I heard it more than a decade ago. Now does this mean I just happen to like this story? Or can metaphor sometimes "ring a bell" so to speak?


“When Narada came to Vishnu and said, “What is the secret of your Maya (illusion of separateness)?” Vishnu took him and threw him into a pool. And the moment he fell under the pool he was born as a princess in a very great family, and went through all the experiences of childhood and being a little girl, finally married to a prince from another kingdom and she went to live with him in his kingdom.

And they were in tremendous prosperity, and palaces and peacocks and all that sort of thing, then suddenly there was a war, and their kingdom was attacked and utterly destroyed, and the prince himself was killed in battle. And so he was cremated, and she, as a dutiful wife, was about to throw herself, weeping, on the funeral pyre and burn herself, an act of sadhi or self-sacrifice, when suddenly, Narada woke to find himself being pulled out of the pool by his hair.

And Vishnu said, “For whom were you weeping?””

[pie'n'eal]

When we realise the brilliance of our true nature,


we realise that everyone else has this same brilliant nature.
Then one cannot help but love.

Everything else is a temporary, passing, fleeting, impermanent, not real, illusory mirage.

Which still needs to be respected....loved!

[REILLY]

I am he as you are he as you are me
And we are all together
See how they run like pigs from a gun see how they fly
I'm crying

Sitting on a cornflake waiting for the van to come
Corporation teeshirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Man you been a naughty boy. You let your face grow long
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo goo goo joob

Mister City Policeman sitting, pretty little policemen in a row
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky, see how they run
I'm crying, I'm crying
I'm crying, I'm crying

Yellow matter custard dripping from a dead dog's eye
Crabalocker fishwife pornographic priestess
Boy you been a naughty girl, you let your knickers down
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, coo coo ca choo

Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun
If the sun don't come
You get a tan from standing in the English rain
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, coo coo ca choo, coo coo ca choo

Expert textpert choking smokers
Don't you think the joker laughs at you? (Ha ha ha! He he he! Ha ha ha!)
See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how they snied
I'm crying

Semolina pilchard climbing up the Eiffel Tower
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna
Man you should have seen them kicking Edgar Alan Poe
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, coo coo ca choo coo coo ca choo
coo coo ca choocoo coo ca choo
Goo gooooooooooo jooba jooba jooba jooba jooba jooba
Jooba jooba
Jooba jooba
Jooba jooba

I am he as you are he as you are me
And we are all together
See how they run like pigs from a gun see how they fly
I'm crying

Sitting on a cornflake waiting for the van to come
Corporation teeshirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Man you been a naughty boy. You let your face grow long
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo goo goo joob

Mister City Policeman sitting, pretty little policemen in a row
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky, see how they run
I'm crying, I'm crying
I'm crying, I'm crying

Yellow matter custard dripping from a dead dog's eye
Crabalocker fishwife pornographic priestess
Boy you been a naughty girl, you let your knickers down
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo goo goo joob

Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun
If the sun don't come
You get a tan from standing in the English rain
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo goo goo joob goo goo goo goo joob

Expert textpert choking smokers
Don't you think the joker laughs at you? (Ha ha ha! He he he! Ha ha ha!)
See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how they snied
I'm crying

Semolina pilchard climbing up the Eiffel Tower
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna
Man you should have seen them kicking Edgar Alan Poe
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo goo goo joob goo goo goo joob
Goo goo goo joob goo goo goo joob
Goo gooooooooooo jooba jooba jooba jooba jooba jooba
Jooba jooba
Jooba jooba
Jooba jooba

[pie'n'eal]

Posted by Fred Steeves (here)
This story is one facet of my inspiration for the OP. I was really taken the first time I heard it more than a decade ago. Now does this mean I just happen to like this story? Or can metaphor sometimes "ring a bell" so to speak?


“When Narada came to Vishnu and said, “What is the secret of your Maya (illusion of separateness)?” Vishnu took him and threw him into a pool. And the moment he fell under the pool he was born as a princess in a very great family, and went through all the experiences of childhood and being a little girl, finally married to a prince from another kingdom and she went to live with him in his kingdom.

And they were in tremendous prosperity, and palaces and peacocks and all that sort of thing, then suddenly there was a war, and their kingdom was attacked and utterly destroyed, and the prince himself was killed in battle. And so he was cremated, and she, as a dutiful wife, was about to throw herself, weeping, on the funeral pyre and burn herself, an act of sadhi or self-sacrifice, when suddenly, Narada woke to find himself being pulled out of the pool by his hair.

And Vishnu said, “For whom were you weeping?””

I'm sure we've all been princesses at one time!

[pie'n'eal]

The opposite to Compassion is Selfishness.

We have a 'Me first' society. We have been divided, and encouraged to be better than the rest,
to be an individual and live the dream! Whose dream?

We are being told to only trust our instincts. Would you trust anyone who, only trusted themselves?
There picture is far too small.

When I listen to the news they are saying two things at the same time!
They are saying, “This is what is wrong....aren't we doing well!”
Meaning this is the problem, didn't we create it nicely.
Wars, famine, finance, education, health, living conditions.....I swear that is how the 'elite' communicate via the 'news'.
Their 'sacred' chosen ones are being told how the evils ones are doing.

Because 'they' control both sides, all arguments are pointless.
The problem is, 'they' leave a few honest people in the middle giving the right argument,
but the honest people do not know the full picture!
So it all goes round in circles with us 'mice in the maze' left watching and wandering, and forgetting it's all an illusion.

Sentient beings are selfish creatures, with selfish instincts. It is these instincts that cannot be trusted.
We have to find the antidote to this 'self' preservation

We have to be free from selfishness, to be able to have Compassion.





Tony

[Rahkyt]

Posted by Fred Steeves (here)
And Vishnu said, “For whom were you weeping?””

What an absolutely amazing story. This is why parables are so powerful. The places they can take you in your mind when you work it in the attempt to understand them.

[Sebastion]

Agreed 100% Rahkyt....and taking it to the next level might point to the Silent Watcher aspect or it could be known as essence, Itself.

Posted by Rahkyt (here)

Posted by Fred Steeves (here)
And Vishnu said, “For whom were you weeping?””

What an absolutely amazing story. This is why parables are so powerful. The places they can take you in your mind when you work it in the attempt to understand them.