Patiently Awaiting Lo’ihi: A Hawai’ian Story*

Patiently Awaiting Lo’ihi: A Hawai’ian Story*

By John R. Hall

Eons before our forefathers climbed down from trees, shed vestigial tails, discovered their thumbs, and began walking upright, the fire goddess Pele was hard at work on the bottom of earth’s mightiest ocean.  There, four miles beneath the turbulent salty surface, she toiled.  Building Islands of white-hot, molten basalt, pushing them far into the sky, then watching as rock, buffeted by wind and rain, wore down to soil, as birds dropped seeds from faraway lands, as lush forests grew, as the ancestors of parrot-fish gobbled coral and crapped golden sand beaches which, in turn, became home to ancient species of crabs, turtles, and seals, then smiling knowingly as those same Islands began a slow collapse under their own weight.  Dying as surely as all things must, one by one, the sentient towers of basalt slowly returned to the arms of the sea god Lono, from whence they arose.  Leaving new and developing Islands in their wake, as they slipped beneath the waves.

For seventy, eighty, a hundred million years, Pele has been relentless in her project.  Her route being mapped from the beginning, by a two thousand mile long fault line beneath the sea.  Running northwest to southeast, the Hawai’ian hot-spot has a history about which we can only venture educated guesses.  Although still unseen by human eyes, twelve hundred years ago, these beautiful ever-changing Islands had become much as we know them today.

They came from the southern tropics, across two thousand, five hundred miles of unforgiving seas.  Fleeing unknown strife on Bora Bora or Tahiti.  Perhaps religious persecution, as James Michener suggested in his epic 1959 novel Hawai’i.  Luckily for those who would become the first Hawai’ians, they came with the foods of their homeland, for Pele’s creations were almost completely lacking in human sustenance.  Their swift, seaworthy, twin-hulled canoes were loaded with coconuts, taro corms, banana and breadfruit shoots, sugarcane, chickens, pigs, edible dogs, and hearty men and women of breeding age.  They came to establish a new civilization in a place which thus far existed only in their native folklore.  Their faith guided them to Hawai’i, and their painstakingly thorough preparation would sustain them for a millennium, largely undisturbed and unmolested in the most remote Island chain on earth.

They brought with them a strong sense of oneness with the aina (land) and the kai (sea).  Soon their crops were planted and growing, their livestock breeding and flourishing, and fertile fishing grounds established. Their numbers quickly increased, spreading out over all the habitable islands.  Their lifestyle sustained, even improved, that which Pele had created.  Edible plantings attracted more passing birds to call Hawai’i home.  Taro patches, banana trees, and sugarcane fields decorated the landscape.  Coconut trees provided food and welcome shade along the coastlines.  Laughter of keiki (children) filled the air.  Of course, even paradise has its ups and downs.  Like all humans, the Hawai’ians had their share of bickering, power struggles, even wars between the populations of various Islands.  Finally though, about two hundred years ago, all the Islands were united under Kamemeha the Great, and fell under the jurisdiction of the Monarchy.

But by then, the seeds of change and destruction had already been planted.  English explorer James Cook had sailed into the neighbourhood, becoming the first non-Polynesian to lay eyes upon Hawai’i in 1778.  Although the Hawai’ians had the good fortune or foresight to permanently silence him, word got out about the paradise in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.  Shiploads of missionaries, businessmen, and other predators of various stripes began arriving with alarming frequency.  The vast majority of new arrivals were pink invaders that came from The United States of America, who knew exactly how to deal with illiterate, overly-pigmented populations, long entrenched upon valuable and coveted property.  300 years of mass armed robbery, rape, and murder had successfully created the U.S.A., and a few little Islands would be no problem for expert opportunists to handle.

It all began innocently enough.  The Hawai’ians, finding that their sandalwood forests were highly prized by people in faraway Asia, happily chopped them down, trading the fragrant wood to passing merchants in exchange for exotic products from foreign lands.  Whaling captains, discovering that the Islands were winter calving grounds to thousands of whales, wantonly decimated the leviathan population.  Capitalism was well on its way to despoiling paradise.  All too soon, the aina was being traded away to wealthy pink businessmen who would grow vast tracts of sugarcane, coffee, and exotic species of pineapple from South America.  Crucifix-bearing missionaries, selling their particular version of religion, shamed the Hawai’ians for their nakedness and promiscuity.  After being forced to deny their own dieties and accept the one true God, through threats of eternal hellfire and damnation, the Islanders tossed aside Pele, Lono and a host of other gods, crossed themselves, grovelled and filled the collection plates of their monotheistic invaders.  The pink intruders were well on their way to remaking paradise in their own image.

It was slavery that built the agrarian capitalist economy of the U.S.A., and the lesson had been learned well.  Unfortunately the Hawaiians, much like Native Americans, made poor slaves, whether wages were paid or not.  Soon shiploads of wage slaves from China, Japan, the Philippines, and Portugal began arriving.  By the end of the nineteenth century, the Monarchy had become an inconvenient impediment to progress, so American businessmen, with the help of the U.S. Marines, dethroned Queen Lili’uokalani.  Soon, Hawai’i was annexed as a U.S. Territory, and the U.S. Military moved in and took over the show.

In 1959, a few years after Hawai’i played a strategic role in World War II, statehood was awarded to, or forced upon, the Islands.  Hawai’i’s reputation as a vacation destination grew in leaps and bounds, and even though Pele was still busy on the Big Island, creating more land, real estate prices skyrocketed.  Now, only the wealthy could afford to live the dream life in Hawai’i.  Condo complexes sprang up like weeds.  The original Hawai’ians, whose numbers had both dwindled and been widely interbred with an international array of partners, found themselves in a bewildering world.

Hawai’ians, whose ancestors had once lived off the land, were now unwitting, unwilling slaves to a bizarre economy in a parallel universe.  Once able to walk out into their gardens and harvest mangoes, papayas, coconuts, bananas, and sugarcane, they found that their gardens were now military bases, or had been bought by real estate speculators.  They were forced to become wage slaves, cash their paychecks, and shop at Safeway Supermarkets for mangoes from Ecuador, G.M.O. papayas from Monsanto, coconuts from Mexico, bananas from Honduras, and sugarcane from C&H.  Commercial fishing had decimated local fish populations to a degree that they would now need to buy frozen salmon and cod from the other side of the world.  Homes which were once free for the building, were now obtained only after providing proof of sufficient income, and assuming unaffordable thirty year mortgages.

New foreign concepts were rearing their ugly heads.  Poverty, homelessness, and hunger became everyday crosses to bear, as an international wealthy clientele bought up every scrap of valuable land, every house and condo, and all the while making consumer goods in the Islands even more expensive.  The rich man’s playground had rendered the original Hawai’ians superfluous.  Nothing left for them to do but put on grass skirts, get out their ukuleles, dance and sing for the entertainment of their conquerors, and accept the fact that paradise was gone for good.

From her workshop, just 20 miles south of the Big Island, Pele watches in amusement the unsustainable fiasco which has become Hawai’i.  Her latest Island creation, Lo’ihi, is now less than a thousand feet beneath the waves.  The Big Island which, although still adding land area through the usual process,  is already beginning to collapse under its own immense weight.  Sooner or later, the older Islands of Ni’ihau, Kaua’i, and O’ahu will disappear from sight.  They will be followed after another few hundred thousand years by Moloka’i, Maui, Lana’i, and Kaho’olawe.  The voracious civilization which now controls the Islands will eventually cannibalize itself and vanish, leaving behind nothing but ruins and a sordid history.  Lo’ihi will arise from the depths, adding layer upon layer of molten basalt.  Pushing ever-higher into the sky.  Rock will turn to soil.  Plants and birds will arrive.  Parrot-fish will crap new beaches.  Even more Islands will grow from the dark depths of the sea.  And the great experiment of life will take another shot at getting it right.  Stay tuned for the next exciting episode.


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A True Story of Prejudice: The Shepherd and the Wolf

A True Story of Prejudice: The Shepherd and the Wolf

Based on a True Story (from Croatia)

“Judgments prevent us from seeing the good that lies beyond appearances.” – Wayne W. Dyer

“Small is the number of people who see with their eyes and think with their minds.” – A.E.

“Our thoughts are unseen hands shaping the people we meet. Whatever we truly think them to be, that’s what they’ll become for us.” – R.C.

Once upon a time some journalists asked an old shepherd who was guarding the sheep for over seventy years:

„Can you tell us something extraordinary that must had happened to you in that long period of guarding the sheep.“

The reason why the journalists came at all was that the state decided to award the old shepherd with the honorary pension for his eightieth birthday, because he had been fairly doing his job for seventy years and had no other basis on which he could get the deserved pension. He was never registered neither he paid the pension insurance. The old man first stated to be just an ordinary shepherd and was uncomfortable with the arrival of the journalists at the first place and was especially uncomfortable with the thought of seeing something written about him in the newspapers about which he, illiterate as he was, knew only it existed. Journalists, aggressive and persistent as they are, did not want to leave that easily, so the simple minded old man started to talk…

„When I was twenty years old I found a fragile puppy in the woods… Tiny as it was I felt pity for it so I just picked it up, without a lot of thinking. Only a few days later, I felt attached to it and started loving it. I took the puppy everywhere with me and shared everything I had with it. And the dog was progressing pretty well, too (it was a female dog). Soon after, the other villagers started condemning me saying that it wasn’t a dog but a wolf and that I should kill her, because sooner or later something very bad was about to happen. I didn’t listen to them because I loved her very much. As the time passed by, the dog had grown and became robust and strong. It happened sometimes that I would forget to bring something from the village and then I would send her to bring me whatever I needed. She would look me in the eyes for a moment, like she was asking me to tell her in a different way, and not by words, and then run fast to get it. She was very smart and helped me eagerly to guard the sheep. One hot summer afternoon I stepped into a mountain cottage to get some rest.

As soon as I lied down, my eyes closed. I was very tired. I am not quite sure for how long I had been laying when something woke me up; a kind of gurgling and growling sounds. I stepped outside to see what was happening.

I saw my wolf sitting on the glade of the torn apart fur and with bloody snout, looking at me proudly. There were lifeless and torn apart bodies of my sheep all over the place. I immediately figured out what had happened. I stepped inside the cottage and grabbed a gun that was hanging above the doors and walked outside. I lifted it and aimed it at the wolf’s head. She didn’t even move; she was just standing there looking at me like she felt guilty for betraying me after all that I had done for her. I pulled the trigger and she fell down, lifeless. To save what could be saved I went to the village to get one of the villagers and a vehicle. I felt ashamed because I didn’t listen to the villagers and got rid of the wolf on time. The sun was just rising when we started to load sheep corps into the vehicle. And then…”

The old man stopped and brought down his head. He was quiet for a while and then said:

„Can you imagine how I felt when I found three wolf corps among the lifeless sheep…? My heart tightened and tears stroke my eyes; I couldn’t breathe. I killed my only true friend. She fought with all its strength for me and my sheep and I… I doubted the star in the sky…
Sixty years have passed since that event; and I still cannot forget that scene; as it has happened today. When that happened I isolated myself. It became clear to me that nobody should ever judge anyone. And the price I paid to realize that was too high…“

“I am an invisible man… I am a man of substance, of flesh and bone, fiber and liquids, and I might even be said to possess a mind. I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me.” – R.E.


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The Carpenter

The Carpenter

A highly skilled carpenter who had grown old was ready to retire. He told his employer-contractor of his plans to leave the house building business and live a more leisurely life with his family. He would miss the paycheck, but he needed to retire.

The employer was sorry to see his good worker go and asked if he could build just one more house as a personal favor. The carpenter agreed to this proposal but made sure that this will be his last project. Being in a mood to retire, the carpenter was not paying much attention to building this house. His heart was not in his work. He resorted to poor workmanship and used inferior materials. It was an unfortunate way to end his career.

When the job was done, the carpenter called his employer and showed him the house. The employer handed over some papers and the front door key to the carpenter and said “This is your house, my gift to you.”

The carpenter was in a shock! What a shame! If he had only known that he was building his own house, he would have made it better than any other house that he ever built!

Our situation can be compared to this carpenter. Allah Ta’la has sent us to this world to build our homes in paradise by obeying His commands. Now, we have to decide how well we wish to build the homes where we will live forever.


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The Man Who Freed his Brain!

The Man Who Freed his Brain!


Once upon a time there was an athlete who was a fierce competitor in things physical.  He loved to dominate in the ways of the world.  Although he was quite successful by most measures of athletes, he was not satisfied with his success and he wanted more. He looked around and he noticed what he had been taught and accepted without question. He noticed that competition was rampant in all nature, and in human group, organizational and social behavior. He noticed that only the fittest survived and thrived and that they did so by means of winning at ruthless competition.

Suddenly a brilliant thought flashed into his rational mind. He thought that if he could only free his brain from its automatic processes that controlled his body’s organs, he could set the elements of his own body in competition with each other. Then each organ system would compete so as to amplify all his physical capacities. Thus his latent prowess could all become amplified. By this means, he thought, he could enter at the highest levels of competition and easily prevail over all challengers. Headlines, the triumph of surpassed records, and public glory danced in his mind.

But alas, his brain was connected to all of his bodily organs disciplining them as a carefully regulated set of systems each of which was limited to carry out its assigned tasks in a coordinated manner. He grew to resent and despise this regulation. There was no way he could think of  to free his brain so these organs could compete with each other. He yearned for each to excel as individual achievers and thus promote the goal of ever more wins for his total bodily system, and thus acquire an ultimate glory for his ego.

He ruefully mused on the unlikelihood of such capability ever becoming his. Then a sorcerer happened to come along.

“What seems to be troubling you my good man?” said the sorcerer, who already knew the athlete’s mind.  After all, that is the business of Sorcerers.

“Alas!” said the athlete,” I was just thinking how much greater feats I could perform if I could use the natural laws of competition within my own body. By freeing each part from the oppressive regulatory dominance of my brain, I could inspire all of my organs and limbs to perform to their maximum capacity. Then I can set them in competition against each other. By this means each will be challenged by each other. Each will be driven to perform for the literal survival of the fittest. Then I will benefit by performing with greater success than imaginable because of the amplified combination of their individual efforts.”

“It happens that I have in my power the ability to grant you a single wish. Whatever you ask shall be yours.” said the sorcerer.

 “Yes?!” exclaimed the athlete in hopeful disbelief, “You mean you can grant me that wish? Do so at once!”

“First I must ask you–are you conscious of all of the adverse consequences and possibilities that this new condition might involve? I must tell you that once granted, I cannot take back your wish nor offer you another.”

The athlete paused, but the fantastic thoughts of achievement, honor, glory and conquest were all that flooded his mind.

“Yes! Yes! I am certain. Please! Free my body from the oppressive regulation imposed by my brain . Let my body’s organs compete with each other.  I thrive on competition for success and achievement.”

“Very well.” said the sorcerer. Instantly, all of the athlete’s bodily organs and physical systems were at once disconnected from each other and free to compete with each other for the resources of the body. The sorcerer likewise instantly disappeared, and the athlete was left confused and dazed for he did not notice anything different immediately.  But now his brain could individually command each organ and body system at the direction of the athlete’s ego intellect.  It was no longer required to give coordinated commands to each of his organ systems as there was now no way to have them integrate their efforts with any other system in his body.

Suddenly he noticed strange and overpowering urges for each bodily system was now free to act on its own abilities. As a test, he commanded his muscles to run and to his amazement and joy he surely did run faster. He commanded his lungs to increase their cycles of breathing, his heart to pump furiously as it rushed his healthy, energy full blood to the his powerful athletic arms and legs.  But all of the other organs, having been disconnected from the brain, and therefore from each other, were likewise working furiously to compete for the body’s limited energy supply.  Because these activities were so complex, his conscious intellect was no longer able to coordinate their efforts effectively.  For a few days he amazed his supporters, ran like the wind, lifted unbelievable weights, and easily leaped higher than his own height.

But the athlete quickly became exhausted after each exertion.  He even fell down in a near faint. Further, he began to experience enormous hunger and thirst. His kidneys drained copious amounts of liquid from his body, he sweat profusely and his bladder filled quickly demanding more frequent relief. He went quickly to obtain additional food and liquid as nourishment. For a few weeks, the athlete rejoiced in his improved athletic prowess. He dismissed as a mere annoyance his ravening hunger and thirst, and the additional nuisance of profuse sweating and frequent stops at the toilet. But soon the athlete began to feel unusually sick in spite of his instant awesome success at successfully achieving feats well beyond Olympic level difficulty. His friends and supporters had watched in amazement, not comprehending what had happened.

Unknown to him at first, the bodily organs were not only performing at their peak in consuming the limited energy resources of the body which served the muscles. But they were also acting as required in the “survival of the fittest” mode.  This mode is dictated by the laws of unregulated competition. The rule is “grow or perish.” Accordingly without the coordinating presence of his brain acting through his autonomic nervous system,  each body system was now taking in ever increasing amounts of energy, but using it to expand their own organic system.

In the absence of any connection to a larger regulating ecology as had been the role of his brain and nervous system, their own little mini-brains told them that in order to survive the fierce competition they had detected, they each had to grow larger and stronger themselves. Only then did they feel that the could sustain the competition and survive. The man’s heart was now expanding to take more of his limited chest cavity, as it tried to expand the lungs were already competing to dominate and acquire the same space. The liver, kidneys, pancreas, and digestive systems were likewise trying to grow themselves to become more competitive and thus acquire more of the body’s energy.

Soon the athlete was mostly feeling exhausted and reduced to eating and drinking simply to fuel the growth of the ravening organs of his body. He quickly gained weight as the each of the organ systems grew larger. Although he was used to physical discomfort as a competitive athlete, the man’s initial feelings of discomfort were quickly growing to became unendurable pain. In a few weeks he was bedridden, though still requiring and able to consume food and liquid in enormous quantities.

His friends and supporters who had believed in him and who had supported him in his quest for athletic greatness became confused because they did not know what had happened. While at first they were amazed at his unexplainable successes, now they wondered why they were reduced to bringing him ever increasing quantities of liquid and nourishment. Now they watched in horror as he steadily became grotesquely deformed and obviously in great pain, for while his organs were growing profusely, his slower growing skeletal structure was still limited to nearly its original dimensions.

Each organ was oblivious to the needs of each other. Each one ever more ruthlessly conspired to expand. Each demanded more and more of the body’s nourishment, all of which was now applied to growth and expansion. Some organs, no longer being limited by their own natural boundaries began to cross boundaries to consume the adjacent organ system. Soon one critical organ after the other could no longer sustain themselves as there was insufficient nourishment, and they began to fail. Crushed together in the corpulent and now immobile body, the athlete was a picture of ruin. Barely able to breath, grotesquely swollen with tumors pushing out all over his body, he lay writhing in agony during his final hours of life. Finally a critical system failed entirely and the athlete died, not even having survived to enter the next competition, never having run one real race or competed in a single athletic event.

The sorcerer had watched, and smirked.

“Too bad, but it happens every time. How stupid they all are. They constantly watch each other die from one kind of cancer after another, whether physical, organizational, or national.  They do not know that as a nation, they are all suffering the early stages of the same malady that has killed this athlete.  They are oblivious to the larger reality in which all that appears good as a result of competition is only a limited and temporary effect. They cannot understand that what is happening everywhere in the Cosmos is the working out of a vast conspiracy of collaboration and cooperation among all the living systems of the Universe, and therefore earth, and therefor humanity.

“Each of the living systems of the earth must by THE LAW collaborate to adjust, to harmoniously serve each other to fulfill the HOLY PLAN for ecological balance and harmony.  Growth must be constrained and balanced within the limits prescribed by THE LAW.  Cancer eventually kills every living system it infects should they, like this ignorant athlete, betray the integrity of themselves as mutual participants in those coherent living systems called Gaia and the Cosmos.  How clear it ought to be that the price of unchained greed and ambition is death.  But, here comes yet another customer!”

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The Outlaws and the Champion…

Allegory: The Four Outlaws and the Champion

Once upon a time, there was a little world in which four outlaws were born to rule all those who succumbed to fear.

The first, a warrior outlaw named Force was big, strong, and mean. He bullied and intimidated others to get what he wanted. When he didn’t get what he wanted, he hurt or killed those who opposed them. Soon all feared him, but accepted him as a solution to even more appalling uncontrollable fear.

But soon there came another outlaw of a different kind, the evil priest, named “Cunning.” He was not as big and strong as the warrior, but he skillfully invoked the name of a god, a mysterious higher power that he taught most people to believe in and fear. He pronounced himself as god’s functionary and thus seduced the people and caused them to greatly fear his magical powers. By means of his ability to create this terrible intimidation, enough of the people groveled at his feet, such that even the warrior hesitated and often accommodated his bidding. Then the evil priest intimidated and used the warrior as his instrument to hurt or murder those few who did not succumb to his intimidation.

Then came a third outlaw named Greed.” Greed was very clever. He seduced the people in a different way, and promised them every sensual delight, and ego gratification, much of which he delivered. In pursuit of ever more of these promises, even noble warriors and priests could occasionally be bought. Reveling in their sensual benefits, most residents of that little world were able to overcome their fears and ignore the dominance of the evil warrior and evil priest.

Then came yet another outlaw, the Entrepreneur,” a child of the lineage of Force, Cunning, and Greed.  He disguised himself in many vestments accepted by the society, and which defined him as the answer to their fears. He was the most clever of all. He created a mythology that seduced even those who feared the other outlaws. He designed fear management goals by offering the citizens a path to absolute power and control. He promised to place them at the top of the power pyramid.  He taught them a mythology such that they could acquire absolute power. He appealed to universal fear and greed.

He promised all that they could have access to all the visible trappings of power his myths had created. By appealing to his supporting mythology he had created, he neutralized the evil priest by saying that it was God’s will that men should prosper by competing in his market place. They could actually court God’s favor which could be verified as evident in the visible trappings of power and success, a power they could accumulate. Then he conspired to use the evil priest to validate his laws, the warrior to enforce his laws, and greed to perpetuate the myth and enlist others to exploit his victims. Thus did he capture and maintain the people of this little world as his slaves.

Now these four evils continued to compete in this world. The warrior still struggled to rise again. The evil priest looked for any weakness to revitalize his claims. The power of greed amplified the various predatory excesses legitimized as competition.

Soon the world became a pit of evil, hurt, fear, and distrust such that for each generations, the cycles of conflict escalated until it seemed that the little world was doomed.

Finally, a champion arose whose name was Love.”  Love had been present throughout, but possessed a nature that would not permit participation in such competition. But Love knew that the solution lie in altering the Consciousness of each of those who chose to serve the illusions that made them a warrior, a priest, purely greedy, or an aggressive entrepreneur. As more and more of the populace recognized and benefited from the power of this Source, they used Love as an inoculation that strengthened them to resist the various forms of evil.

They came to realize that they no longer needed to compete with the outlaws on the evil terms they had set for them to find self validation in the “world.”

By appealing to the inner Truth of the parents and children of every class, the power of Love slowly but steadily reached to more and more of the little world’s population.  Over time this influence of Love diluted or eliminated any desire for them to rise as a warrior, or to exploit the trust given the priest to control and exploit others. They no longer submitted to the threats and appeals of the warriors and priests. They defused and reversed the competitive obsessions of the Entrepreneur.

When the inoculations of Love was finally given very early in each child’s life, and modeled every day by their devoted parents and teachers, the power of Love steadily replaced the influence of the evil outlaws with the joy of cooperation, coordination, accommodation, and learning and serving others. Through the faith and determination of the Love infused Spiritual Healers and Teachers, at the 11th hour and 59th minute of Cosmic time, a sufficient number of humanity of the little world had embraced Love as their sole Path. Thus did they cooperate to save their world.

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The Train that Left the Station

The Train that Left the Station 

Once upon a time ago, there was a little boy whose father took him to town to show him the train station and the trains that regularly stopped there at the dirty factory town where they lived.

He wanted to show his son the vehicle that had brought the family from a distant city of many benefits. The little boy was very frightened as they stood on the very edge of the platform as the first train he ever saw close-up roared into the station. It was so close he could almost touch it, its whistle blasting into the very marrow of his bones.

He stood in fearful awe because his father had already told him of the train’s invincible power and majesty, and it was surely true. He also feared because his father had told him how dangerous a train could be. If he were not careful, a train could even take him away before he was ready to go, and worse, take him to a place of evil.  In the powerful presence of the train, he remembered that warning very well and he shrank back in fear.

But then his father also told him that the right train provided many benefits. He told his son that there would come a time when he would have to buy a ticket and take a train to return from whence the family had come. He spoke of the wonderful benefits in that big city, a place where there was no suffering, unlike this small town. Instead there were many rewards. But his father emphasized that this was only going to happen provided he took the right train. Worst of all it seemed, there was only one “right” train.

The threat that had dominated his first experience with trains made the evil outcome seem far more likely than any possible benefits that any train could bring. Suddenly his parents were gone, and his relatives told him they had taken their train to the City of Desire. How cruelly betrayed he felt to be so abandoned. Now he was even more fearful of all trains because of their potential to suddenly snatch him to the evil place called “The City of Suffering.”

He wondered which train went to which City, if the train only went to the one city or both, and which city it arrived at first, and how he would know what ticket to buy?

Was there really such a thing as a “right” train or a “wrong” train?

He worried that even if he got the right train, how would he know when to get off?

Those whom he asked gave him conflicting information. Sometimes they just smiled or were silly. His quest was like a nightmare. So he devoted his life to a study of trains and cities.

He tried to find out which train went to which City with what qualities and how to recognize it. He became determined to know all that there was to know about trains. The result was that he became fearfully obsessed, ignoring other important dimensions of his life. Though he sought the information desperately, many alleged facts were inconsistent. He truly wanted to arrange to buy the right ticket. Thus he progressively gave up his useful life in his little town to worry instead over his father’s admonishments, trying to do all the right things that would insure that the train he chose would at least not hurt him. He was determined to reach the desired “City of Salvation.”

One day after he had become an old man, without his expecting it, he suddenly realized that the train intended to take him to the desirable city his father had always told him about had already arrived in the station and left. In spite of his obsession over his doubts, in his ignorance, he had put off buying the required ticket.  Because the old man had not taken the correct steps to prepare, he had not expected the train to the City of Desire’s sudden arrival.  It turned out that the train’s appearance was no more remarkable than any of the other trains that came and went. He had not learned what to look for because he had not learned how to look. Thus he did not recognize the train when it had come. So the old man was left alone in the place of his birth.

Abandoned and fearing to die there, he bought a ticket for the very next train that entered the station. Then in fulfillment of his worst fears, he found himself being taken to yet another suffering little town with a whole new set of impoverished and frustrating experiences.

As the train carried him to this unhappy new city, in the midst of his disappointment and emptiness, the friendly conductor helped him recognize how his life had been wasted in acts of futility. He showed him how he had deprived himself of the happy journey he had so earnestly sought. He now knew that it was only the quality of the journey as defined within himself, and not the destination that was of actual importance. He learned that the quality of one’s life buys the “ticket” that determines the location. His devotion to tasks in service to others in the little town were the price of getting the right ticket. He had been sent to serve the duties fate had placed before him.

In his obsession over finding the right train, he had failed to serve his community effectively, compassionately, and lovingly, and to so act to improve the quality of life for others in the imperfect community where he found himself placed.  Too late he had now discovered that offering acts of devotion was the fee hat bought him the right ticket. Alas! He had learned too late that in the certain Truth of time, he would always earn a ticket on the train of his desire, the one he chose through his actions. He learned that right actions began with his thoughts that would bring him to the station at the right time and place to receive the only available ticket for him, the one he had earned and deserved by his acts of unconditional Love, or negligence, selfless service, or outright evil.

He remembered suddenly that he had received this same guidance before somewhere, but had forgotten. He thanked the conductor and promised himself that he would never forget what he had so painfully learned; but as his train was approaching his new town of opportunity, as had happened many times before, he found himself falling asleep in the dream time, dreaming of impossible possibilities and reawakening in his new city, and into a familiar distressing and depressing confusion.

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The Tree that Forgot Its Roots!

The Tree that Forgot Its Roots


Author Unknown

Once upon a time there was a magnificent oak tree that grew upon a lofty mountain top. The view was splendid in all directions, and from hottest summer through bitterest winter.

For more than 400 years the tree had grown and thrived. It was looked upon by all the other plants on the mountain as a marvel, for none of them could have survived in such a vulnerable place. They were somewhat envious because, while they could not go to experience it themselves, they had heard as members of the network of life, that the oak had the premier location on the entire mountain. They did not relate to the special challenges and stress that went with the position.

In the last decade of its life, the tree produced an acorn that was very ambitious compared to its brothers and sisters, for as it ripened it listened through its psychic ear that vibrated within the network of life energy.  It heard rumors of even more lush environs where it believed that it could surpass the clearly evident glory of its parent.

From its birth place high in the tree, far below and far beyond the place of its birth, it saw an enormous distance spread out, vast, and receding into perpetual mist.  It took no notice of its wild and joyful swinging in the constant winds and storms of the mountain. Instead, as it ripened, it fixed its yearning upon a distant and alien plain, a distant mystery.

The season progressed and the time of its parting came. The little acorn was determined not to be caught and trapped in the familiar soil culture of its parent. At its moment of truth the acorn was released, and as it fell, the ambitious acorn summoned all of its Spiritual power, and directed itself to strike a rock. It took a great bounce which propelled it over the edge of the cliff where it fell a great distance. Then it rolled down the mountainside until it fell into a stream and continued downward, being carried toward the mysterious valley

At one point it became logged in a niche at the side of a brook where it might have rotted in the water, but a fierce storm came up and flooded the stream, dislodging the acorn and sending it on its way again within an even greater torrent. Eventually, it reached a far valley and passed into a great marshy plain. Finally, the flood waters which had brought it off the mountain receded, depositing the acorn on top of a marshy hammock.

The little acorn knew its journey was over and quickly took root. But the conditions there were not favorable for oak trees. The tall marshy grass kept it in constant shade. The hot soil and air were always too wet, and the marsh chemistry lacked the special ingredients of its parent earth. But the acorn was hardy, and possessed of tremendous will. It began to grow.

In a few years, even in its stunted form, it became a little tree that reached well above the tallest grass and shrubs. Now the oppressive sun scorched it in the boiling dampness. The essential relentless mountain wind which was needed to bend and warp its little trunk to stimulate the movement of the precious nourishing fluids that rise from the earth through its roots were instead little more than insipid swamp zephyrs. They never once reached the fury of a typical mountain storm.

The young little oak knew it was doomed. In this hostile place, even its very success created its early death. Although there were insufficient winds to stimulate its growth beyond that of a small distorted shrub, there was the rare hurricane with its fierce monsoon winds. The tree knew its growing bulk soon could not be sustained in the wet and mucky soil of the swamp. The internal truth of the tree knew it would crash to certain death even before the fulfillment of its youth.

On a rare day when a brisk cold breeze that rarely blew was felt, the misty skies were briefly cleared. In its reaching for the sky, the little tree beheld a far off mountain top that clouds and mist usually hid.  In the spiritual eye of knowing that serves all living things, the tree dimly saw a withered and blasted oak upon the highest escarpment of the distant mountain. There it was, a familiar mighty oak, its dead bulk still commanding the premier spot leaning over the valley from its special point of masterful dominance. Now, too late, the little tree knew.

“I have erred.” lamented the little tree.

“I have betrayed my appointed place. Would I if I could be back growing beside my parent. Alas, my misplaced will and the illusion of my self-serving ambition took me away. Now I shall die, unfulfilled, away from the earth that was to be my promise. Instead I will rot in this relentless swamp whose earth is alien to my roots.”

But this misplaced life was not a wasted life. In interfering with and betraying its original promise, in the tribulation that followed that wrong choice, the little acorn achieved a higher consciousness and learned about a vast world of potential and threat. Especially, it learned more about its own true nature. It reached a greater appreciation of the benefits of natural harmony than could have been the case in the orthodox and mundane pattern in the life of an acorn growing beside its parent.

Such was the little acorn’s painful lesson in the cosmic nature and purpose of tribulation. Thus, when the cycle of eternal life returned the fallen tree to the swamp in which it had taken root, its expanded plant soul was raised again to a reformed destiny. A higher expression of its Spiritual manifestation was now prepared to be fulfilled as a new and higher order life.

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The Man Who Stomped His Shadow

Parable the Man Who Stomped His Shadow


Author Unknown

Once upon of time there lived in the Realms of Light a man who took for granted its ethereal beauty. It fell everywhere in beams of radiant splendor. It was more resplendent than the reflections of gold and silver, more sparkling than the flash of emerald, sapphires, diamond, more ubiquitous than the entire spectrum of the earthly metals and crystal. In the dazzling play of this infinite radiance, there was an accompaniment the Music of the Spheres, perfect harmonies beyond the furthest reach of the human ear, an ultimate perfection of sound. And so in this consummate perfection of SPIRITUAL TRUTH, the man existed.

Attending to his duties was as effortless and perfect as the realm he inhabited. His work provided a profound fulfillment of ultimate joy and satisfaction. But then a strange and terrible thing happened. To his dismay, as he beheld the work of which he was about, he found it had became covered by a shadow, a darkness. He did not recognize the source of this darkness.  The darkness obscured the purpose of his work upon which he had been so joyfully fixed.

The man attempted to move away from the darkness, but it followed him. The more he moved, the more he became fixated on it. He altered his work to make in thrive in the darkness. But the darkness changed to cover it more deeply. He changed his goals but the darkness confused his path. He ran but the darkness raced ahead of him. Though he cursed the darkness, it persisted. At last it, became an impenetrable barrier separating him from his work. He could not find a Soul to explain it to him. Others who were moving within it did not seem aware of it or did not care. They appeared confused by his questions and then ignored him. Now the darkness grew such that it consumed his entire consciousness with frustration, fear, and anger. His work had now become meaningless, but he pursed it more aggressively to recover that lost sense of accomplishment.

Finally the impasse became intolerable, and he was confronted with a choice.  He could accept the darkness and the new rules it enforced, and transfigure his consciousness to understand its significance to his goals. Or he could destroy himself with his hopeless struggle to avoid or overcome it.  At length, the helpless frustration, bitterness and the injustice of it all overcame him. He had tried everything he could think of to eliminate the darkness which had ruined his beautiful realms of Light and the joy of his work he accomplished there. Then the man became totally full of rage. At the peak of his rage, he tried to stomp that shadow that had become his darkness.

But the darkness remained impervious and unresponsive. His mind gone, he kicked and stomped . In the process of his self destruction, while the shadow persisted unchanged, his magnificent work which was the subsistence of his life was smashed beneath his beating fists and crashing feet. At last the man’s heart gave out, and his physical strength failed. His anger was overcome with helpless grief, exhaustion, and bitterness, and he fell into a coma. As he fell, his body turned and he saw again the LIGHT, and in a flash there came to him THE KNOWING. He realized that the darkness was his own shadow, his literal self (ego) which had obscured the light of his Spiritual Truth. Because he had been born to earth, he had deluded and entrapped himself in believing that the darkness, an artifact of his senses and ego judgment, was real.   He had altered his goals (work) to accommodate it.

He was stunned at last to KNOW as his earthly consciousness faded, how fully he had accepted the illusion of the shadow and not the TRUTH of the light. His persistence in obsessing on the illusion had brought him torment and cost him the earthly success of his Spiritual work. The diversions he pursued were exactly that. They had finally seduced him to totally substitute material goals at the cost of the joy of Spiritual accomplishment.  As he discovered too late, all he needed to have done at any time  was to accept the shadow as the mere illusion it was, and turn to the LIGHT that was still accessible within him.  The Spiritual work that was his assignment, even though diminished by worldly limits, would have been a blessing to humanity.  Maintaining contact with the light would have preserved his Spiritual perception of his work!  Then he could have Known in TRUTH his actual relationship to the shadow.

Alas! Too late for his enlightenment in this cycle of life. He passed away into the emptiness, and was returned again into the Realms of Light. There, he was cleansed of his illusion, and restored to his sacred work.  Since he had not sufficiently advanced Spiritually during the challenges of his earthly birth, he was returned to the same level of Spiritual unfoldment from which he had been born.  Now restored to the realms of Spirit, he returned to his former Spiritual tasks while he waited to receive yet another precious trial in the material part of the cycle of Spiritual unfoldment.

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