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A Story.

Started by gypsy genie. Last reply by Eva Mar 31, 2012. 1 Reply

a story forwarded with slight modification. nrparwaniA story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco. “Mom and…Continue

Isn't this amazing ?

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The Reason for Being

Started by Uriel Dec 14, 2010. 0 Replies

How many of you ever came to a point in your lives where you just had enough? You had enough of this constant struggle of living, this ongoing pain that never leaves you, the fear of not knowing…Continue

Left or Right? Which Direction should I Take?

Started by Uriel. Last reply by Uriel Dec 17, 2010. 9 Replies

How many of you came to a point in your life, where you felt like you stood at a crossroads, a junction, a T-junction, and just didn't know where to go?Did you stand there wondering which direction…Continue

Grandfather, gave me this knowledge, as his gave to him...

Started by Rev. Joseph Verrett/EagleBear Aug 6, 2010. 0 Replies

Grandfather, told me once...always listen close to your spirit, because you will hear a voice saying follow me.I have in later years thought of this, and I have tried most of those years to do what I…Continue

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What a wonderful day...

Started by Rev. Joseph Verrett/EagleBear Aug 6, 2010. 0 Replies

What a wonderful day to allow Self to stand aside and allow our love and care to reach out and flow as the waters of the great rivers to Others...You may ask the question Why?...and my question in…Continue

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Sharing part of my journey and how I have come to understand purpose...

Started by Rev. Joseph Verrett/EagleBear Aug 6, 2010. 0 Replies

As a child growing, I had many questions...As a young man, I had many more questions...As a father of my children, I had to find and answer many questions...As a grandfather of my children's,…Continue

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Zen Story: Heaven and Hell

Started by Eva. Last reply by Irit Hakim-Keller Jul 4, 2010. 1 Reply

 (image: Zen painting of Hakuin).  Hakuin, the fiery and intensely dynamic Zen master, was once visited by a samurai warrior. “I want to know about heaven and hell,” said the samurai. “Do they really…Continue

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Comment by Irit Hakim-Keller on August 9, 2010 at 8:32pm
Thia is not a story of mine - but it is an amazing one....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yfbchq0xQmQ&feature=player_embedded
Comment by Irit Hakim-Keller on August 9, 2010 at 8:30pm
Thank you all for your beautiful amazing stories.
I am still looking into my memory to find a real amazing story to tell you :):)
Comment by Uriel on August 7, 2010 at 11:31am
Hello to you all,

I don't know many stories, I just never remember them. That is why I decided at an early age to go and make my life a living story, one which will be worth telling about, if only to help anybody to realise they can live their lives more peaceful and free.
Here is how it all began....

The Beginning of My Journey

It was when I was 16 years old, three months after I quit school, I moved to an art school, something I thought would be more free and without binding or obligating tasks. I came back from a visit in the U.S. and my hopes were shattered.
When I was in the United States, I discovered a world of unlimited possibilities, and here I am returning to school and realizing I need to present certain school work in order to continue in my studies. I got depressed. Must I really need to do something in order to continue being there? Must I really need to do something in order for me to continue being anywhere?!
It was a period of two weeks, the hardest two weeks I have ever gone through, two weeks in which I simply wanted to die.
At the end of that period, after long phone calls with a very good friend, I started coming out of it, into a decision which was about to change my life forever.

One day, I went to visit another good friend who was living at the time in the same building I was living in. At the end of the visit, while I was going through the books she had, I noticed a little orange book, which for some reason drew my attention, so without thinking twice, I took it from the shelf and after checking if it was ok with her, took it with me to my place.
I remember clearly, how I read it in two parts, and after finishing the second part, I fell asleep. When I woke up, I opened it and started reading it from the beginning, something which happened 5-6 times at that same week alone.
The book threw me into places I never even dared to think of. It made me think of freedom, daring and doing and fulfilling my destiny in this world, something I never even thought existed until that time. I started thinking again, and learning without end.
At that day I came to a decision: I, from this day forth, am doing only whatever it is I feel like, learning, doing and choosing my life as I and only I wish to, even if it will bring me to my death.

5 years later…

I was already finished with the army and another year in which I worked in the kibbutz (where I lived) and thought about where I would like to fly to. There was no doubt in my mind: Spain. Spain and Morocco, into the Sahara.
It's been 5 years. All I could think about was how it would be on that castle in Tarifa, how Tangier and Morocco would be, and how it would be to cross the Sahara.

I had just broken up with my Dutch girlfriend after being with her for a year and half. We broke up over the phone, and I thought it would be wise for me to fly to her first, so we could break up energetically, face to face. I bought a one way ticket to Amsterdam and went to her to say my last goodbye.
Only a few days after I came to her, it was very obvious we'd grown apart and that our mutual way of life had ended. For some reason she told me she thought I should go to Barcelona, It was exactly what I thought and on the next day I was on my way.

Things around me started going amazingly and after two weeks I found myself in Ibiza in a farm where I lived for three months. Amazing things happened there and I learned a lot about myself, about the world and about few of my abilities. About one of these experiences I would like to go into detail since it was one of most exciting experiences which to this day takes a heartbeat from me when I think about it.

It was just another normal evening. I don't remember why but I was angry. I went to the surface which was just above my room. It was just after sunset and, looking to the skies, I saw a few clouds and beautiful skies, but being so angry, I started shouting to the skies and God: "If you're so big, let's see you!" I continued shouting like this for a while until I released all my anger. When I calmed down, I looked and saw that there were three pine trees, close in front of me.
They were quite young, but the middle one seemed a bit older since it was bigger than the other two, standing proud over the two on either side.
I was reminded of the book "Illusions" by Richard Bach, which I read two or three years earlier, and decided to try it. I closed my eyes and imagined that there are only two trees in front of me, the two on both sides, and that the third one, the middle one, doesn't exist. I saw with the eyes of my spirit, the view behind it, as if it wasn't there. I stood that way with my eyes closed, imagining for few minutes and then went on my way, back to my friend at the farm, and forgot all about it.
I don't remember when, but after a while rain started falling, and then some more rain, and slowly, slowly a serious storm stared, what caused electrical problems and a long electrical shut down occurred, going back and forth.
4 hours after I left the trees, we went to sleep and because the chimney of the heater in my room gave me, and the girl who was with me at the time, trouble, filling my room with smoke, we decided to go to sleep at her room. Just before we went to sleep, I told her I would just go and fix the chimney so the smoke would go out through the night.
I went to the chimney above the room, fixed it, and started going back to the room, which meant going next to the same place where I stood in front of the trees just a few hours earlier. It was pitch black dark and my flashlight, which was pointed to the ground, pointed suddenly at branches of a live tree. It was weird seeing live branches lying on the ground so I pointed the flashlight upwards to see what I was looking at. Even Now, 8 years later, I still have those same shivers I had back then when I understood that what I was lighting was the same tree I imagined being gone, lying on the ground, while the other two trees stood proudly, like nothing happened. I went into a shock and ran scared from what I came to realize. It turned out, on the next day, that what happened that night was the worst storm Ibiza had and experienced in the 20th century, a storm which destroyed a few places on the island. Trees fell all over the island. A beach I visited a lot, which had been full of sand, was only rocks without a grain of sand to show what was there before. A building which held a business on another beach, was destroyed completely and there wasn't a brick standing on a brick to show there had been any building there at all. I didn't know what to do with myself, but I did understand one thing, and that is that there are tremendous powers in me and that I should be careful with my thoughts.

And to the rest of the journey…

About a month after that storm, someone who was on the farm told me two of her friends were then in Tariff and that she wants to go to them. I told her right then and there: "If you're going, I'm joining you!" A week later, we were on our way.
It was a journey full of magic and wonders, and two to three days later we were in Tariff.
We lived together with her two friends in a bungalow for two weeks which I walked around, celebrated Christmas - although I'm Jewish, and added more wonders to the journey, but more than anything, I remember a moment when I sat on an old wall, almost familiar, and looked south, to Africa. I remember the moment as if it was today, the excitement, the thrill of a dream coming true, no words to be said, just peace and quiet.
And so two weeks went by until a sign came to go on with the journey…

It turned out, that on the day after the New Year's Eve, while I was celebrating in Tariff with friends I'd met, a nomad came into our house and started talking to my friends. He came again the next evening, and no longer than half an hour later, we decided we were going together to Morocco, and to be more precise, Marrakesh.
We looked for someone with a caravan who would be going in the same direction but didn't find one. Two days after we met, we took the ferry on our own to Tangier and on the same night continued on a train to Marrakesh. My friend on the journey had very little money and I even helped him with the train ticket to Marrakesh. This is how I entered another world and a huge lesson and experience which I was to receive when I really needed it and to trust the that world will give me whatever I will ever need.
When we arrived in Marrakesh, I decided that although I had $1,000 in my pocket, I acted as if I had no money and learned another thing from the little master. The guy was from France and from the beginning we decided he would be my translator. Another thing was that I was very much afraid being an Israeli in Morocco at that time, time when buses were bombed in Israel weekly, and not long before, two men were lynched in Israel, so I had my share of fears, and he said yes to my request, that he tell everyone I was from Canada, something no one there could deny since my English misleads even Canadians. After walking around for a day in Marrakesh and sleeping in a young guy's place, a guy we'd met in the street, we got up in the morning when the French guy was impatient to go on. I persuaded him to take me along and got him to come with me toward the desert. We started hitchhiking and even hitchhiked with a paying bus, and to this day I don't understand how it was possible. We went on and on, passed through a major city called Ourzazat, and kept on hitchhiking south into what they called a Wadi. It's a channel, a road, around which are endless villages. We got into a small and relatively central town in the middle of the night and a guy we met in the street offered to let us sleep in his hair dresser shop and in the next morning even brought us food. I was amazed at all abundance flowing toward me and stayed silent just to keep on learning and because almost no one spoke English.
We kept on hitchhiking and around noon arrived at a tent of the last person who picked us up hitchhiking, where they hosted us in the most beautiful way, offering us food and a place to stay without even asking us who we are and us offering money. We stayed there for a few days. We use the time to hike around in the desert, to the village nearby, watching and observing the surroundings. Those were amazing days, days of pure silence.
After those days, in one of our trips to the nearby village, an offer came for a donkey hike further into the desert. It turned out it was a business who hosted us and after letting my friend join me without any payment, I agreed.
We went on a one to two-hour hike and arrived at a tent camp, where different businesses of camels and donkeys trips were parking and kept their guests for the nights. We were suppose to go on a trip or a hike every day and to come back to sleep in the tent but at the end we just stayed in the tent, not feeling any urge to go anywhere.
Those were 9 days, since Marrakesh, I found myself not looking for a shower, even though I had all the possibilities, including filling up a black plastic 5 liter water tank and letting it hit up in the desert sun, again, I just didn't feel the urge to do it.
In one of those nights the French man and I went for a walk on the dunes which were next to the camp. After going up and down for half an hour or so, we heard a drum banging from far off. Looking to the direction of the sound, we saw a light and decided to go and check out the source of the sound. We arrived at a tent far away from the camp and noticed amazingly beautiful music coming close, until we arrived at the opening of the tent. Inside we saw two couples of men walking around in a small circle, each one of them holding an instrument, if you can call it such. It was some kind of a music producing piece of something, and they sang couple to couple, couple sings, a couple answers. We stood there in the opening of the tent, amazed at the beauty and the simplicity of the music which they created with such simple instruments and their voices alone. At that time we also noticed another guy sleeping on our left, probably enjoying the music just as we did. When they finished playing, we just started clapping our hands, which caused them finally to notice us.
They immediately invited us inside the tent and we told them it was amazing watching and hearing them. They thanked us and one of them went straightaway to make us some tea. I remember I immediately felt much more comfortable with them than I had felt until then. I don't remember exactly, they might even have spoken English. When the guy with the tea came back, I had the best Shiba (Wormwood) tea I have ever had in my life, and I never even liked this tea. When the French man asked which tea it was, I answered naturally: Shiba. It brought a huge smile to our host's faces, and they asked me: "Where do you know this tea from?"
I stuttered something. All I could think of was that nobody could know I was from Israel. In such a distant place, I could be murdered and no one would ever know, let alone find me.
The lie hurt me.
How could I lie to such good people who hosted me with such joy and love and gave me the most welcome feeling? How?

When we came back to our tent, the owner of the business we were hosted by came to visit and asked after our well-being and where we were from. When the French man started answering the usual answer about me being from Canada, I stopped him. I could not lie anymore, I just couldn't.
I told the business owner where I was from and why I had lied until then. His answer left me with an open mouth. Not only did he understand me and say that the secret would stay safe with him, he also told me that the band "Sheva" (The word "Sheva" means seven and there used to be a band with that name in Israel, playing Ethnic music) were in that exact place and filmed a video clip and they became really good friends, and on the next day he played a cassette of Yehoram Gaon (An Israeli singer) in his car. And all that was in the middle of the desert.
He told me that the place is called "The dune of the Jew" because when the caravans were coming from the desert, the Jews would go to meet them outside of the villages to buy cheap and to sell in profit back in the villages. At that same place one of those Jews was murdered and buried.

But enough with the stories, I came out there to cross the Sahara…

Well, when I asked about the Sahara in the first tent, I was told I would need a camel, a guide and food for all of us. By calculation for the 6 months I would need to cross the desert, which I was told is what it would take, I would need $35,000. Another thing was that the ground border between Morocco and Algiers was closed at that time because of a civil war going on in Algiers.
When we came to the camp, our hosts pointed at the mountains in front of us and told me: "You see there, this is the beginning of the Sahara." It was 40km alone from the border between Morocco and Algiers.
Oh, it hurt to understand I could not go on, but quickly I understood that life was working for me until that moment and that by the ease and effortlessness I was traveling by, and that now life was telling me: "Enough, time to move on."

When we hitched our first ride away from the village, I turned around toward the French man and told him: "I feel as if I let go of the dream, I feel free."

I sure hope it helped somebody...
With more love than any words can describe,
Uriel
Comment by Qais M. Yousef on August 7, 2010 at 5:47am
Well Done Eva, Thank you so much for this group.

A woman came out of her house and saw three old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard did not recognize them.

She said: I do not think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in to eat.

They asked:” Is your husband in the house?”

“No”, she replied.

“So we cannot”, they said.

In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened.

He told her: "Go to them and ask them to enter!"

The woman went out and asked them to enter.

They replied: "We do not enter the house together."

She asked them: "Why?"

Then one of them said: "My name is (wealth), this (success)” pointing to one of his friends, “and that one is (love)”, pointing to the other.
Then he added: "Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us want in your home”

The woman went in and told her husband what was said.

Happiness flooded her husband and said: "What a good thing, as long as it is let’s invite the (wealth). Let him come and fill our home with wealth!"

His wife disagreed, saying: "Dear, why do not we call (success)?"

Their daughter in law listened to them; she was sitting in one corner of the house.
“Would it not be better to invite (love)? Our home will then be filled with love!” Daughter in law suggested.

The husband said: "Let us take the advice of our son's wife! Go out and invite (love) to be our guest!"

The woman went out and asked the three: “Which one of you is (love)? I hope that you come in and be our guest.”

Raised the (love) and started walking toward the house. The other two also got up and followed him, which surprised.

She asked both (wealth) and (success): "I called (love) only, why are you coming?”

The old men replied together: "If you had invited (wealth) or (success) the other two will not get in, but since you invited Love (love) we go with him wherever he goes.


Wherever there is Love, there is wealth and success.
Comment by onlycasperman on August 6, 2010 at 9:56pm
Hello my sweet friend ''EVA'',thanks you so much for add me at in your group.When I was to be at in North of Iraq at in a small town,we are loooking a interesting news .Oneday we are went this small town and we saw that a old man sit down and crying side of a grave!And so I ask him;Why are you crying side of the grave?The old man looked me fullof with tears eyes and said me ;What will I do now without my wife? I asked againg him;Why?The oldman looked me and said me ;Because I have 3 childs and what I will look my childs,they of them 3 years old and I have not breasts for give milk this childs! Saw that all wars very dramatic for everybody!Yes we are thinked a little time and than after we are helped this old man and we are gived this man 1.000.00$ for buy milk! ...
Oneday again we are went this small town and looked this old man and we are found this old man and saw that this old man bought 2 cow for take milk from this cows for give childs!That is time we are to be very happy!
*******
All with my loves and hugs,
Mahmut Alan
TURKEY
Comment by Eva on August 6, 2010 at 11:55am
Once there was an emperor in the Far East who was growing old
and knew it was coming time to choose his successor. Instead of
choosing one of his assistants or one of his own children, he
decided to do something different.

He called all the young people in the kingdom together one day.
He said, "It has come time for me to step down and to choose
the next emperor. I have decided to choose one of you." The kids
were shocked! But the emperor continued. "I am going to give
each one of you a seed today. One seed. It is a very special
seed. I want you to go home, plant the seed, water it and come
back here one year from today with what you have grown from
this one seed. I will then judge the plants that you bring to me,
and the one I choose will be the next emperor of the kingdom!"

There was one boy named Ling who was there that day and he,
like the others, received a seed. He went home and excitedly
told his mother the whole story. She helped him get a pot and
some planting soil, and he planted the seed and watered it
carefully. Every day he would water it and watch to see if it had
grown.

After about three weeks, some of the other youths began to talk
about their seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow.
Ling kept going home and checking his seed, but nothing ever
grew. Three weeks, four weeks, five weeks went by. Still nothing.

By now others were talking about their plants but Ling didn't have
a plant, and he felt like a failure. Six months went by, still nothing
in Ling's pot. He just knew he had killed his seed. Everyone else had
trees and tall plants, but he had nothing. Ling didn't say
anything to his friends, however. He just kept waiting for his
seed to grow.

A year finally went by and all the youths of the kingdom brought
their plants to the emperor for inspection. Ling told his mother
that he wasn't going to take an empty pot. But she encouraged
him to go, and to take his pot, and to be honest about what
happened. Ling felt sick to his stomach, but he knew his
mother was right. He took his empty pot to the palace.

When Ling arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants grown
by all the other youths. They were beautiful, in all shapes and
sizes. Ling put his empty pot on the floor and many of the other
kinds laughed at him. A few felt sorry for him and just said, "Hey
nice try."

When the emperor arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted
the young people. Ling just tried to hide in the back. "My, what
great plants, trees and flowers you have grown," said the emperor.
"Today, one of you will be appointed the next emperor!"

All of a sudden, the emperor spotted Ling at the back of the room
with his empty pot. He ordered his guards to bring him to the front.

Ling was terrified. "The emperor knows I'm a failure! Maybe he
will have me killed!"

When Ling got to the front, the Emperor asked his name. "My
name is Ling," he replied. All the kids were laughing and making
fun of him. The emperor asked everyone to quiet down. He looked
at Ling, and then announced to the crowd, "Behold your new
emperor! His name is Ling!"

Ling couldn't believe it. Ling couldn't even grow his seed. How could
he be the new emperor?

Then the emperor said, "One year ago today, I gave everyone
here a seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it, water it, and bring
it back to me today. But I gave you all boiled seeds which would not
grow. All of you, except Ling, have brought me trees and plants and
flowers. When you found that the seed would not grown, you
substituted another seed for the one I gave you. Ling was the only
one with the courage and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in
it. Therefore, he is the one who will be the new emperor!"
Comment by Eva on August 6, 2010 at 11:46am
The Rain

Shaila had been shopping with her Mom in WalMart. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Wal-Mart. We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories were a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.
Her voice was as sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in, “Mom, let’s run through the rain,” she said. “What?” Mom asked. “Let’s run through the rain!” She repeated. “No, honey. We’ll wait until it slows down a bit,” Mom replied. This young child waited about another minute and repeated: “Mom, let’s run through the rain.” “We’ll get soaked if we do,” Mom said. “No, we won’t, Mom. That’s not what you said this morning,” the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom’s arm.
“This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?” “Don’t you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, ‘If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!” The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn’t hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes.
Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say. Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child’s life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith. “Honey, you are absolutely right. Let’s run through the rain. If GOD lets us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing,” Mom said. Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case. They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars. And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing.
Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories…
So, don’t forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories every day. To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven. A friend sent this to me to remind me of life.
I HOPE YOU STILL TAKE THE TIME TO RUN THROUGH THE RAIN.


They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them. Keep in touch with your friends; you never know when you’ll need each other.
Comment by Eva on August 6, 2010 at 11:38am



Osho : Do you really want the answer?
Osho : One great philosopher, Maulingaputta, came to Buddha, and he started asking questions... questions after questions. Must have been an incarnation of Patrick! Buddha listened silently for half an hour. Maulingaputta started feeling a little embarrassed because he was not answering, he was simply sitting there smiling, as if nothing had happened, and he had asked such important questions, such significant questions.

Finally Buddha said, "Do you really want to know the answer?" Maulingaputta said, "Otherwise why should I have come to you? I have traveled at least one thousand miles to see you." And remember, in those days, one thousand miles was really one thousand miles! It was not hopping in a plane and reaching within minutes or within hours. One thousand miles was one thousand miles.

It was with great longing, with great hope that he had come. He was tired, weary from the journey, and he must have followed Buddha because Buddha himself was traveling continuously. He must have reached one place and people said, "Yes, he was here three months ago. He has gone to the north" -- so he must have traveled north.

Slowly slowly, he was coming closer and closer and then the day came, the great day, when people said, "Just yesterday morning he left; he must have reached only the next village. If you rush, if you run, you may be able to catch him."

And then one day he caught up with him, and he was so joyous he forgot all his arduous journey and he started asking all the questions he had planned all the way along, and Buddha smiled and sat there and asked, "Do you really want to have the answer?"

Maulingaputta said, "Then why have I traveled so long? It has been a long suffering -- it seems I have been traveling my whole life, and you are asking, 'Do you really want the answer?'"

Buddha said, "I am asking again: Do you really want the answer? Say yes or no, because much will depend on it."

Maulingaputta said, "Yes!"

Then Buddha said, "For two years sit silently by my side -- no asking, no questions, no talking. Just sit silently by my side for two years. And after two years you can ask whatsoever you want to ask, and I promise you I will answer it."

A disciple, a great disciple of Buddha, Manjushree, who was sitting underneath another tree, started laughing so loudly, started almost rolling on the ground. Maulingaputta said, "What has happened to this man? Out of the blue, you are talking to me, you have not said a single word to him, nobody has said anything to him -- is he telling jokes to himself?"
Buddha said, "You go and ask him."

He asked Manjushree. Manjushree said, "Sir, if you really want to ask the question, ask right now -- this is his way of deceiving people. He deceived me. I used to be a foolish philosopher just like you. His answer was the same when I came; you have traveled one thousand miles, I had traveled two thousand."

Manjushree certainly was a great philosopher, more well-known in the country. He had thousands of disciples. When he had come he had come with one thousand disciples -- a great philosopher coming with his following.

"And Buddha said, 'Sit silently for two years.' And I sat silently for two years, but then I could not ask a single question. Those days of silence...slowly slowly, all questions withered away. And one thing I will tell you: he keeps his promise, he is a man of his word. After exactly two years -- I had completely forgotten, lost track of time, because who bothers to remember? As silence deepened I lost track of all time.

"When two years passed, I was not even aware of it. I was enjoying the silence and his presence. I was drinking out of him. It was so incredible! In fact, deep down in my heart I never wanted those two years to be finished, because once they were finished he would say, 'Now give your place to somebody else to sit by my side, you move away a little. Now you are capable of being alone, you don't need me so much.'

Just as the mother moves the child when he can eat and digest and no longer needs to be fed on the breast. So," Manjushree said, "I was simply hoping that he would forget all about those two years, but he remembered -- exactly after two years he asked, 'Manjushree, now you can ask your questions.' I looked within; there was no question and no questioner either -- a total silence. I laughed, he laughed, he patted my back and said, 'Now, move away.'

"So, Maulingaputta, that's why I started laughing, because now he is playing the same trick again. And this poor Maulingaputta will sit for two years silently and will be lost forever, will never be able to ask a single question. So I insist, Maulingaputta, if you really want to ask,
ASK NOW!"
Comment by Bente Sædal on May 13, 2010 at 10:12pm
Hello all :-)
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Have a wonderful time ahead and take care :-)
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Comment by Irit Hakim-Keller on May 2, 2010 at 6:04am
a beautiful story with a wonderful instructive lesson.
thanks for sharing, Eva.
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