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There are several of them. For example:
Hakuin, the Zen master, was known among his neighbors as a man who lived a blameless life.
Next to it lived a beautiful girl whose parents owned a grocery store. Suddenly, her parents discovered that she was going to have a baby. They were furious. The girl refused to name the father of the child, but after much insistence, she named Hakuin.
In great anger, the parents came to the teacher.
“Is that so?” was all he said.
After the baby was born, it was brought to Hakuin. By then, he had lost all respect from others, which didn't bother him at all. He surrounded the child with care and warmth, took milk from neighbors for the child and everything he needed.
A year later, the girl-mother still could not stand it and told her parents the truth that the father of the child was a young man who worked at the fish market.
The girl's father and mother immediately went to Hakuin, asked for his forgiveness, apologized to him for a long time and asked for the child to be returned.
Hakuin readily forgave them. As he handed over the child, he only said:”Is that so ?”
One student asked the mentor:
“Teacher, what would you say if you found out about my fall?
“Get up!”
“And if I fall again?”
“I'll tell you again:�”Get up”.
— How long will it last, falling and rising like this?”
“Fall and rise while you live: those who fall and don't rise are dead.”
I once wrote a parable myself. It may be useful to you.
A certain king wanted to reward his servant. He led him to the royal treasury, which was a large circular room with doors leading to storerooms around its circumference. The king gave the servant the key to the first storeroom, and said:
“You can take any item you like from the storeroom, but only one. When you have made your choice and come out of the storeroom, the door to it will slam itself, and you will have to come to me, show me what you have chosen, and give me the key to the storeroom. But in each storeroom hangs a key to the storeroom next to it. And you can take any item or this key to open the next storeroom. If you take the key, then in its place you must hang the key that you already have, and when you leave the storeroom, the door to it will slam itself. And you can't go back to it.
So saying, the king departed, leaving the servant to make his choice. The servant opened the first storeroom and saw many fine clothes. He remembered that he could choose something for himself and go back to the king, or take the key to the next door, leaving the one he had in the same place. And he began to think:
“Did the king leave me the keys to the next storerooms inside for a reason?” Maybe behind the next door, I'll find even more valuable items.
Thinking so, he took the key, leaving the one he already had in its place, and left the storeroom. And as soon as he did that, the door from which he had come out immediately slammed shut, as the King had said,and he could not go back. And the servant began to open all the storerooms in a row, thinking that behind the next door there was a gift even more valuable than the previous one. He noticed that each storeroom contained items that were put together for a specific purpose. So in one there were clothes, in another musical instruments, in the third jewelry and jewelry, then money and so on. Finally, he reached the last door, still choosing nothing for himself. When he opened it, he saw a lot of valuable and useful things (just like in other storerooms), he carefully looked at what he should choose, as he understood that this was the last storeroom. But then, to his extreme surprise, he saw another key!
Then he thought deeply:
– Do I need to take this key? But there are no more storerooms. If I take the key, I will have to leave the treasury and return to the King. So what is it? When he asks me what I chose, I'll give him the key that was hanging in the last storeroom? As the king gave me the key, so will I return to him with the key? The Tsar will probably send me away. Tell me: You're a fool! Why didn't you choose from the wealth that lay before you? What, then, should I tell Him?
And then he continued to think:
“But if there is a key, then there must be a door that he will open, and what if there is something behind it that is most valuable to my life?” And if the king asks me why I returned to him only with the key, I will answer that I hope for a higher gift.
Then the servant took the key that hung in the last storeroom, and when he came out of it, all the doors in the treasury were locked, and he could take nothing more from it. He returned to the king and said:
“Master, I have chosen the key that hung in the last storeroom, and I give it to You as You commanded me in the beginning.
Then the King smiled and praised the servant:
And, He said, ” Come with me.” The king brought him back to the treasury. He went to the center of it, along with the servant, and then the servant saw that there was another castle in the center. The king inserted the key that the servant had brought him, and opened a secret place in the center of the treasury. Hidden in the cache was a mechanism that controlled all the doors in the treasury. The king said to the servant: “You see this lever, push it. The servant did so, then all the doors in the treasury opened at the same time. And the King said to the servant:-You can choose one thing in each of all the storerooms, and take it with you, this will be your reward! So the servant got everything he liked when he opened the storerooms and selected from them!
If we are ready to focus on the most important things and hope for the rest of the journey, we will end up with much more than we expected.
But as it is written, “Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, nor has it entered into the heart of man what God has prepared for those who love Him.”
(1 Corinthians 2 – The Bible)
The eagle was sitting in a tree, resting and doing nothing.
The little rabbit saw the eagle and asked:
“Can I also sit like you and do nothing?”
“Of course, why not,” he replied.
The rabbit sat down under a tree and began to rest. Suddenly a fox appeared, grabbed the rabbit, and ate it.
Moral of the story: To sit and do nothing, you must sit very, very high.
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Tired of it
Mulla Nasrudin once dreamed that he was in paradise. Beauty all around! A quiet valley, birds singing, the sun rising – and he is alone and under a tree. However, soon he began to feel hungry, and there was no one around! Heavenly solitude! No one bothers! However, he soon got tired of all this and shouted:
“Hey! Dear friends, Is anyone there?”!
And a very handsome man came to him and said:
“At your service, may I sacrifice for you!” Whatever you order — I'll do it all!
Nasrudin first asked for food, and in an instant everything was fulfilled. And no matter what he asked, everything was instantly fulfilled and in fact! He'd already eaten, drunk, and slept it off! What else would he want? He asked for a beautiful woman, and in an instant they brought him a houri-a heavenly virgin. A bed with a swan feather bed-and there was a bed for him!
And so it went on for several days. But for a long time very good-no longer good! And everything was too good, and there was too much of it. He couldn't stand it for long. He began to wish for some misfortune, because everything was too beautiful. He wanted some kind of tension, work, because in his whole life he had never been without tension, without something that people worry about, grieve about. Everything was just unbearably blissful!
Then he called the One who fulfills the wishes and said to him:
“No,” I said. That's enough! This is too much! I'd like some work to do.” You know, I'm really tired of sitting here empty-handed.
And the One who fulfills all things said to him:+
— I can do anything but that: no work is possible here. I'm willing to give you anything your heart desires. And why do you need a job?
The Mullah said:
– Yes, I'm tired of it! Do you understand?! Tired of it! You'd better let me go to hell if there's no work to be done here!”
The one who does everything laughed until he was exhausted and finally said:
— And where do you think you are?”
“Not allowed in the temple”
When a person was still a child, his grandmother always said to him:”Granddaughter, when you grow up big, you will feel bad at heart — you go to the temple, it will always be easier for you there.”
A person grew up. And it became quite unbearable for him to live. He remembered his grandmother's advice and went to the temple. And then someone comes up to him: “You're holding your hands wrong!” The second one runs up: “You're not standing there!” The third one grumbles: “You're not dressed like that!” From behind they pull him down: “You're crossing yourself wrong!” And then one woman came up and said to him:
— You would have left the temple, bought yourself a book about how to behave here, and then you would have come in.
A man came out of the temple, sat down on a bench, and wept bitterly. And suddenly he hears a voice:
— Why are you crying, my child?
The man lifted up his tear-stained face and saw Christ. Says:
“Oh, my God! I'm not allowed in the temple!
Jesus embraced him:
“Don't cry, they haven't let me in there for a long time, either.
There was an African king who had a close friend who was in the habit of saying, “This is good!” in any situation. The friend used to load guns for the king, but apparently he did something wrong: when the king took the gun from his friend and pulled the trigger, the king's thumb was torn off. The king replied, “No, it's not good!” and ordered his friend to be sent to prison.
A year later, the king was hunting in the jungle again. Suddenly, an armed savage tribe of cannibals attacked him, capturing him along with his entire retinue. After bringing the prisoners to the village, the cannibals dragged a pile of wood, tied the king's hands, and prepared him for the sacrificial slaughter. They soon noticed that the king's thumb was missing. Because of their superstition, they never ate those who had a defective body. They untied the king and let him go.
When he returned home, he remembered the incident when he lost a finger, and felt remorse for his treatment of his friend. He immediately went to the prison to talk to him. “You were right —” he said, ” it was a good thing I lost my finger.” He related all that had happened to him, and concluded with the following words:: “I really regret putting you in jail, it was bad of me.” “No,” said his friend, ” that's good!” Is it a good thing that I put my friend in jail for a whole year?” “If I wasn't in prison, I'd be there with you.”
There is no favorite parable. All the parables of Christ are beloved, for they are the Words of God, the whole Gospel. The entire Bible. Christ is my Love. My pain, my poetry, my breath, my life.
The Parable of Empty Complaints
One day a man was walking past a certain house and saw an old woman in a rocking chair, an old man reading a newspaper was rocking next to her, and a dog was lying on the porch between them, whining as if in pain. As the man passed by, he wondered why the dog was whining.
The next day, he walked past the house again. He saw an elderly couple in rocking chairs and a dog lying between them, making the same plaintive sound.
The puzzled man promised himself that if the dog continued to whine tomorrow, he would ask the couple about it.
On the third day, to his misfortune, he saw the same scene: the old woman rocked in a chair, the old man read the newspaper, and the dog lay in its place and whined piteously.
He couldn't take it anymore.
“Excuse me, ma'am,” he said to the old lady, ” what happened to your dog?”
“With her?” “What is it?” she asked. “It's on a nail.
Puzzled by her answer the man asked:
— If she's lying on a nail and it hurts, why doesn't she just get up?”
The old lady smiled and said in a friendly affectionate voice:
“So, my dear fellow, it hurts her enough to whine, but it doesn't hurt her enough to move…
There is a truth in this: we often whine that we are sick of it, that we need to change something, but at the same time we do nothing. Instead of at least “getting up”!
The Parable of a man's trust in a woman
A woman came to an old sage for advice. She told him the following: “This is about my husband, O sage,” she said. — He is very dear to me. For the past three years, he has been at war. But after his return, he hardly speaks to anyone. When I speak to him, he doesn't seem to hear me. But if he does, he speaks rudely. If I cook his favorite dishes, he pushes them away and angrily leaves the room. Sometimes, when he should be working in a rice field, I see him sitting on top of a hill and looking out over the sea. I need a potion, “the young woman said,” to make him as loving and affectionate as he used to be.” The sage told her to bring a live tiger's whisker, from which he could make a magic drink for her.
At night, when the husband fell asleep, the wife crept out of the house. In her hand was a pot of rice drizzled with meat sauce. She went to the spot on the mountainside where everyone knew the tiger lived.
Standing far away from the tiger cave, she held a pot of rice in her hands, inviting the tiger to come out and eat, but the tiger didn't come. Every night she came to that place, but every time she came a few steps closer to the tiger. And although the tiger did not come out to her call, he gradually began to get used to her.
One day, she approached the tiger cave on rasstothe fall of a thrown stone. This time the tiger came out, walked a few steps, and stopped. They looked at each other in the bright moonlight. The next night, the same thing happened, but this time they were standing so close together that she spoke to him in a low, soothing voice. The next night, after carefully looking into her eyes, the tiger ate the food she brought. The next night, the tiger was already waiting for the woman's arrival, standing on the path by the cave.
It had been almost half a year since her first visit to the cave. Finally, one night, after stroking the animal's head, she said ,” O generous animal, I need to get one whisker from you. Don't be angry with me, please.” And she pulled out one of his moustaches.
Then the woman came running to the sage with a tiger mustache held tightly in her palm. The sage carefully examined this mustache, then threw it into the fire. “My dear,” said the old man. — Is a man any more ferocious than a tiger?” Is it harder for him to respond to kindness and understanding? If your patience and tenderness could inspire a wild and bloodthirsty animal with a sense of trust, you may well do the same with your own husband.”
quote from The Witcher Saga by Pan Sapkovsky:
“- The Prophet cygnus teaches: truly support the poor with alms. But instead of giving the poor man a whole watermelon, give him half a watermelon, because otherwise the poor man may go mad with happiness.
“Half a watermelon,” sniffed Esterad Thyssen, ” so half a million mizzes?” And do you know, Zuleika, that to have half a million and not to have half a million makes a whole million?
You didn't let me finish, “Zuleika glared at her spouse over the top of her glasses,” Then the prophet says: it's even better to give a poor man a quarter of a watermelon. And it's really good to make someone else give a poor watermelon. For, verily, I say to you, there will always be found one who has a watermelon and is inclined to give it to the poor, if not out of the generosity of his feelings, then for convenience or other reasons…”�
The point is that when solving any problem, you always need to think about who benefits from helping you solve it. There are always such people, they can have a million different reasons for this, and you need to be able to use it. Helps both in work and in life.
Once a man had a dream. He dreamed that he was walking on a sandy beach, and the Lord was with him. Pictures from his life flashed across the sky, and after each of them he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand: one from his feet, the other from the feet of the Lord.
As the last image of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. And he saw that often along his life's path there was only one chain of footprints. He also noted that these were the most difficult and unhappy times in his life.
He became very sad and began to ask the Lord:
— Didn't you say to me, ' If I follow your way, you will not forsake me?' But I noticed that in the most difficult times of my life, there was only one trail of footprints in the sand. Why did you leave me when I needed you most?
The Lord answered:
“My sweet, sweet child. I love you and I will never leave you. When there were trials and tribulations in your life, only one set of footprints was left on the road. Because I was carrying you in my arms back then.
Once upon a time there was a rich merchant.
One day, in a large market in Baghdad, he saw a stranger who looked at him in surprise. And he realized that the stranger was Death.
Pale and trembling, the merchant fled the market and set out on a long journey to the city of Samarra. He was sure that death would not find him there. When at last the merchant reached Samarra, he found a sinister figure waiting for him — Death.
“Very well, then,” said the merchant. “I give up. I am yours. But tell me, why were you so surprised when you saw me this morning in Baghdad?
“Because I knew,” Death said. — That you and I have a date in Samarra tonight.”
Sherlock.
One day a man came to the Grand Master and said to him:
“Master, teach me kung fu!”
But the master said:
— I'm not taking any students right now. Come back in a year.
A year later, the man returned.
— A year has passed, and I have returned, just as you told me, Master. Now will you teach me kung fu?
“Yes, I can teach you kung fu. But you should know that kung fu is about more than just swinging your arms and legs. To learn kung fu, you need the right mindset. For three years, watch the sun rise and set every day.
The man left. But three years later, he returned again.
— Master, I did exactly as you told me — for three years, I watched the sun rise and set every day. Now will you teach me kung fu?
“Yes, I can teach you kung fu. But first you must learn to hover at an altitude of nine li from the ground. Don't come back until you've learned it.
The man was gone, and the Master hoped that he would never come back. But he was wrong. Three years later, the man came to him again.
“Great Master, I did what you told me to do — I learned to hover nine li above the ground,” he said, and hovered above the ground.
“No fucking way,” the Grand Master said.
Adam: Oh my God, what's wrong with me? This fruit is so bitter!
God: You have tasted the fruit of the tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.
Adam: Lord, why did You plant this tree and forbid me to eat from it?
God: This is an experimental tree, and I have forbidden you to eat its fruit, because it is unripe
Adam: But the Serpent advised me to eat the Forbidden Fruit..
God: Or maybe it was just a worm that sharpened the fruit from the inside out?
Adam: What am I supposed to do now, oh my God?
God: Chew and digest..
Adam: Will you drive me out of Paradise now, punish me?
God: No, of course not. But you'll leave on your own.
Adam: Will You not forbid me to take pineapples from the Garden of Eden with me?
God: No, I won't forbid it. You will forbid it yourself.
A man came to the Buddha and said, ” I've been meditating for 20 years and now I can walk on water!
The scorpion saw a frog on the bank of the stream and began to ask it to carry him on its back to the other bank. The frog asked: “How can I be sure that you won't sting me?” The scorpion replied, ” I won't sting you, because if I do, we'll both go down.”�
The frog agreed, and, sitting the Scorpion on its back, began to swim across the stream. Take a Scorpion in the middle of the stream, and sting a Frog. Feeling the poison start to take effect, and knowing that they were both going to drown, the Frog croaked with all its strength,”Why did you do that?”�
Scorpio replied: “That's my nature…”
God made a man out of clay, and he left an unused piece.
— What else can I make you?”
“Make me happy,” said the man.
God did not answer, but only placed the remaining piece of clay in the man's palm.
Is it okay if there are several?�
I
One day a man in love came to the house of his beloved and knocked on the door.
“Who's there?” A grunt of displeasure came from outside the door.
“It's me,” the young man said.
“There's no room in my house for two people, you and me,” and the door remained closed.
�The man in love was so surprised by the answer he heard that he went to the forest, where he spent whole days meditating and praying.
A few years later, he came to the same house, knocked on the same door, and heard the same question:
“Who's there?”
“It's you.
And the door swung open.�
II
Once upon a time there was a young man whose virtues were the talk of the whole town. One day he was invited to his house by a rich merchant: “I'm going on a long journey. And for the time of my absence, I can only entrust you with the house and the beautiful daughter.” The young man asked for time to think. I went to my Teacher.
— I can't say no to a respectable person. But he has a very beautiful daughter. Will I have the strength to treat it as something I must return to its owner safely?
The teacher replied:
“Go to a certain village, where a madman lives, and he will tell you what to do.
“To a madman for advice?” the young man wondered to himself. But since the Teacher said so, we must go. I got to the village. He sees a drunken man sprawled out on the doorstep of the shack, singing songs. A pretty boy humbly serves him vodka. Overcoming his disgust, the young man explained about the merchant's offer. And I heard it:
“My dear friend. These sake cups have spring water in them. And my son is taking care of me.
— You're a normal person. Why are you deceiving everyone? — the newcomer was surprised.
— So that no one will leave their daughters with me when they go on a long journey.”..
“Remember, my boy, you don't put an owl in a cage, you put a songbird in a cage,” the Teacher said to the young man when he returned.
One criminal is being tried. They ask him why he committed a crime, and he answers:
Suddenly, the court learned that the defendant has a twin brother, an obedient citizen and a good person. He was called to court and asked why he didn't follow a crooked path as well. And the brother answers:�
One day a disciple came to the Teacher and said,
” Master, I want to learn Zen, so what should I do?”
The teacher replied,
” Clouds have covered the moon.
“What does that mean?” – the disciple asked
-Go travel for a year and you will understand.
A year later, the disciple came to the Teacher and said:
– Teacher, I traveled for a year and understood everything!
“What do you understand?” The Teacher asked.
“The moon is the meaning of my life, and the clouds are distractions…
“You don't understand anything, go on wandering for another year.
A year later, the disciple came to the teacher again and said:
– Teacher, I traveled for another year and now I definitely understand everything!
“What do you understand?”
“The moon is the only Truth, and the clouds are false thoughts that -“..
“You don't understand anything, go on wandering for another year.
A year later, the student came to the Teacher and stood in front of him in silence.
“Do you understand?” the teacher asked.
“Yes
– what do you understand?”
“Clouds obscured the moon.
“Now you understand.
There was a wartime doctor who treated everyone completely free of charge. But one day a shell hit his house. And he lost everything. Not knowing what to do, he began to ask for help from the townspeople who had once been helped by this doctor. But everyone was closing the door on him. And so , when he came to the last house in which the priest lived, he decided that ” if about
If he doesn't let me in, I'll throw myself off the bridge.” But the priest himself was very angry because of some trifle and, without thinking, threw the doctor out of the porch.
The doctor threw himself off the bridge that evening.
The point is that no matter how hard it is for you. There is a person who is much worse. And you don't know, maybe you're his last straw.
When I was young, I liked to go on a boat. I had a small boat, and when I was alone, I would go swimming on the lake and stay there for hours.
Once I sat with my eyes closed and meditated. It was a beautiful night. An empty boat drifted with the current and hit mine. Anger rose in me! I opened my eyes and was about to curse the man who had disturbed me, but I saw that the boat was empty. My anger had nowhere to go. Who was I supposed to throw it at? There was nothing I could do but close my eyes again and start looking at my anger. The moment I saw him, I took the first step on my Path. On this quiet night, I came to the center within myself. The empty boat became my teacher. From then on, if someone tried to hurt me and I got angry, I would say to myself,”This boat is empty, too.”
People once asked the dreaded Shiva if they could smoke the divine herb ganja. Shiva told them not to.
Then people asked Shiva why he constantly smokes the divine herb of Ganja, but at the same time forbids others to smoke?
Shiva pulled the hookah towards him, put a nettle the size of a solar system in it, singed the nettle with the tail of Halley's comet, took a drag, and answered through the smoke: “When I smoke the terrible grass of ganju, every breath I take is a new verse of the Mahabharata, and every exhalation is a complete chapter of the Upanishads!
When mortal people light up the terrible Ganja grass, every puff is a search for meaning that doesn't exist, and every exhalation is a disappointment and desolation.”
So Shiva answered the questioners, because anyone who asks permission must be refused. You can't trust a doubter. The doubter is weak.
The strong man will never, ever ask what he can and cannot do, much less ask the Deity! For constantly worshipping and questioning is the worst kind of unbelief.
And Shiva also admonished the unwise not to smoke grass and Ganja, but to swallow wild fire water every time, for no reason at all, a drink that relieves a person of any questions. So that people don't know secrets.
Shiva did not like it when nirvana was crowded and smoky.
One day, a teacher called his students and showed them a piece of blank paper with a fat black dot in the middle.
“What do you see here?” the teacher asked.
“A point,” the first student replied.
“A black dot,” said another.
“A fat black dot,” said a third.
And then their beloved teacher began to cry.
“Tell us, why are you crying so bitterly?” – the students were surprised.
“I am crying because all my students saw only a black dot and no one noticed a large white sheet…” the teacher replied.
“Once upon a time, an old Indian revealed a vital truth to his grandson.
— In each person there is a struggle, very similar to the struggle of two wolves. One wolf represents evil-envy, jealousy, regret, selfishness, ambition, lies…
The other wolf represents good — peace, love, hope, truth, kindness, loyalty…
The little Indian, deeply moved by his grandfather's words, thought for a few moments, and then asked:
— Which wolf wins in the end?”
The old Indian smiled faintly and answered:
— The wolf you feed always wins.”
Once upon a time there was a wise Indian. And he had a son. And a horse. One day she disappeared, and all the neighbors came to reassure the old man: “What a misfortune that your horse ran away!”
And he replied: “Who knows whether this is happiness or misfortune!”
“Of course it's bad luck!” the neighbors exclaimed in unison.
A few days later, the mare returned home, accompanied by twenty mustangs. The neighbors came to congratulate him: “What a blessing that you got back your horse and a whole herd to boot!”
And the old man said, ” Who knows if it's a blessing or a misfortune!”
The next day, his son was grazing wild horses, fell and broke his leg. The neighbors again began to sympathize: “What a misfortune!”
And the Indian again said, ” Who knows whether it is happiness or misfortune?”
Some of them were angry: A week passed, then another. And so the tribe went to war, taking all the healthy men with them. They were taken away to fight in distant lands, and their son was left at home with a broken leg. All the neighbors came to congratulate the old man: “What a blessing that your son stayed at home!”
And the answer was: “Who knows?”