A king of a small kingdom that faced the great Kailash, appointed a yogi as a mentor to his son. His son was a prince of a fine nature with the composure of his father. Once the prince asked his mentor to tell him some stories that the prince could relate with the real world. The mentor told him these three.
A bauna (dwarf) was three inches of height and he had an abode beneath a banyan tree. It was great toil for him to go to the end of the field where the banyan was situated just to get enough to eat. As each day went by he cursed the heavens for living such a toilsome life. One day a six feet tall man came to take shelter in the trees and accidentally sat at the door of the bauna as a result of which the bauna couldn’t go out in a search for food that day. For him finding food was crucial to keep warm. That day the bauna realised that he was a slave of his stomach. Three days later there was a heavy rainfall and a snake came by to take shelter under the banyan tree. The bauna feared that he would be consumed by the snake if he went out. The bauna realised that he was a slave of other’s stomach.
He believed if he were taller like the man who blocked his door then he never would have had to face hunger twice. His toil would have been a joy and he could explore more of the world and live and rise among the honourable breed of humans.
Thenceforth he prayed to the heavens to make him taller and rise above all. Somehow the bauna became the tallest human in the world. Now he had different kinds of problems, he obviously couldn’t hide beneath the door of his house, and had no place to sleep anymore. He realised that he have to build a house again and do the same things he used to as a dwarf which is double the toil he has to do as compared to earlier. Also, he realized that he more food would need to be consumed by him; that much food hardly comes around as he knew not of hunting deer, and so he prayed again to become a dwarf.
You must not believe, for beliefs are debatable. Just know that there Is.
A woman was plagued by the reality when she got older and realise that she has to live the same lives as those of the women around her. She is to marry, have children, and to retire to death. She felt her heart to be the slave of the society.
A man was plagued by the reality when he got older to realise that he has to live the same life as that of men around him. He is to marry, father children, and retire to death. He felt his heart to be the slave of the society.
The day when they were enlightened of the reality, was the day when they became the parents and their children carried their tedious fate in the terms of vague reality.
We are the prisoners of ourselves.
A troubled man saw trouble in all things in life. He realised that there was a huge flower of dandelion in front of his eyes that blocked him from all reality and that he needed to get rid of the flower which was seven times taller than him. He realised that wherever he turned the flower followed and blocked his field of view. He realised that all he needed to do was make a wish and dissipate the giant prongs of dandelion and the world will become clear in front of him.
He wished, “give me clarity, that I may see all that is in front of me” and with a strong gust of air from his lungs he blew the prongs of dandelion. Exhausted he slept. When he woke up he found himself at zenith. The whole of world could now be seen as a flake of ice and he had air beneath his feet. Whole of the universe was unimaginably large to fathom in sing view. He realised how minute he was and the huge flower of dandelion in his world was but his real magnitude. That instant he could see an even larger flower blocking his view to the flake he called ‘his world’ and he found himself to be looking forward to blow the prongs of this even larger flower.
God percolates in everything. God distils everything. God is light and eternal darkness and everything in between.
The prince became one of the greatest kings to rule his world, even surpassing his ancestors. Yet he could never make sense of the three stories that he heard from his mentor.
As the mentor was dying, the price, who became the king and now the emperor came to him to ask what the three strange stories he once heard as a prince conclude to. The mentor placed his hand on the head of the emperor and with ever so kind eyes replied, “How tall you are now, yet you chose to remain a dwarf in front of me. Your empire; your child, and your children; your empire, would fight over your kingdom like dogs and petty thieves yet your world is the flake that you cannot see.”
The emperor understood and now he felt that he could not conclude from the stories that he heard as a prince because he thought of the stories odd even for a child and deemed them unreal. The emperor died a glorious death after which the world was divided into realms with unquenchable hunger and thirst of greed and of power. Before kingdom came upon the emperor, he had the stories engraved on the castle walls. The stories survived as long as their language survived but one of his sayings prevailed through time:
“As my end approaches I now have the knowledge. I never stopped believing till my last days. I should have known from the start. I know Him and I don’t know anything else.”