HANS, Help Please. :)
Hello, Its been awhile,
Hope your doing good,by the way.
Things are alot better for me these days.
I have a few questions, and really would appreciate
it if you could help me out ?
Will I be getting a Job Anytime SOON, If so When ?
Well Thats the only question I have, Now
Thank you addictdtoriches,
if you could help me out ? celebrate with good friends.
Will I be getting a Job Anytime SOON: Yes.
If so When ? when you are waiting just as a queen in her exile waits for her kingdom.
Rather than making it a miserable place, give it
color. And that needs a very great heart, to accept
that the drama needs many kinds of people, many kinds
of acts, many tragedies, many comedies. There is no
need to make judgments.
Thanks Alot, Hanswolfgang.
Looking forward To It Completely.
Blessings. Blessings. Blessings.
a great master, Nagarjuna, was asked by a great
thief.... The thief was well known over the whole
kingdom and he was so clever, so intelligent that he
had never been caught. Everybody knew -- he had even
stolen from the king's treasury, many times -- but they
were unable to catch him. He was very elusive, a master
He asked Nagarjuna, "Can you help me? Can I get rid
of my stealing? Can I also become as silent and
blissful as you are?" It happened in a certain context.
Nagarjuna was the greatest alchemist that the East
has given birth to. He used to live naked, with just a
begging bowl, a wooden begging bowl, but kings
worshipped him, queens worshipped him. He came to the
capital and the queen touched his feet and said, "I
feel very much offended by your wooden bowl. You are a
master of masters; hundreds of kings and queens are
your followers. I have prepared a golden bowl for you,
studded with beautiful diamonds, emeralds. Please don't
reject it -- it will wound me very much, it will hurt
me very much. For three years great artists have been
working on it, now it is ready."
She was afraid that Nagarjuna might say, "I cannot
touch gold, I have renounced the world." But Nagarjuna
did not say anything like that; he said, "Okay! You can
keep my begging bowl, give me the golden one."
Even the queen was a little shocked. She was thinking
that Nagarjuna would say, "I cannot accept it." She
wanted him to accept it, but still, deep in her
unconscious somewhere was the old Indian tradition that
the awakened one has to live in poverty, in discomfort,
as if discomfort and poverty have something spiritual
in them. There is nothing spiritual in them.
Nagarjuna said okay. He didn't even look at the
golden bowl. He went away. The thief saw Nagarjuna
moving outside the capital, because he was staying in a
ruined temple on the other bank of the river. The thief
said, "Such a precious thing I have never seen -- so
many diamonds, so many emeralds, so much gold. I have
seen many beautiful things in my life but never such a
thing, and how did this naked man get hold of it, and
how is he going to protect it? Anybody will be able to
take it away from him, so why not me?"
The thief followed Nagarjuna. Nagarjuna heard his
footsteps, he knew somebody was coming behind him.
Nagarjuna reached the temple. The temple was an
absolute ruin, no roof, no doors; just a few walls were
left. He went inside a room without a roof, without a
door, without windows.
The thief said, "How is he going to protect such a
precious thing? It is only a question of hours." He sat
outside the window, hiding behind a wall.
Nagarjuna threw the bowl outside the window. The
thief was very much puzzled. The bowl fell just near
his feet. He was puzzled: "What has this man done?" He
could not believe his eyes, he was also shocked. He
stood up -- even though he was a thief, he was a master
thief and he had some dignity. He thanked Nagarjuna. He
said, "Sir, I have to show my gratitude. But you are a
rare man -- throwing out such a precious thing as if it
is nothing. Can I come inside and touch your feet?"
Nagarjuna said, "Come in! In fact I have thrown the
bowl out so that you could come in."
The thief could not understand what he was saying; he
came in, he looked at Nagarjuna -- his silence, his
peace, his bliss -- he was overwhelmed. He said, "I
feel jealous of you. I have never come across a man
like you. Compared to you, all others are subhuman
beings. How integrated you are! How gone beyond the
world! Is there any possibility for me too one day to
attain such integration, such individuality, such
compassion and such nonattachment to things?"
Nagarjuna said, "It is possible. It is everybody's
But the thief said, "Wait! Let me tell you one thing.
I have been many times to many saints and they all know
me and they say, 'First you stop stealing, then
anything else is possible. Without stopping stealing
you cannot grow spiritually.' So please don't make that
condition because that I cannot do. It is impossible. I
have tried and I have failed many times. It seems that
is my nature -- I have to go on stealing, so don't
mention that. Let me tell you first so you don't make
it a condition."
Nagarjuna said, "That simply shows you have never
seen a saint before. Those must have all been
ex-thieves; otherwise why should they be worried about
your stealing? Go on stealing and do everything as
skillfully as possible. It is good to be a master of
The thief was shocked even more: "What kind of man is
this?" And he said, "Then what do you suggest? What is
right, what is wrong?"
He said, "I don't say anything is right or anything
is wrong. Do one thing: if you want to steal, steal --
but steal consciously. Go tonight, enter into the house
very alert, open the doors, the locks, but very
consciously. And then if you can steal, steal, but
remain conscious. And report to me after seven days."
After seven days the thief came, bowed down, touched
Nagarjuna's feet and said, "Now initiate me into
Nagarjuna said, "Why? What about your stealing?"
He said, "You are a cunning fellow! I tried my best:
if I am conscious, I cannot steal; if I steal I am
unconscious. I can steal only when I am unconscious.
When I am conscious the whole thing seems so stupid, so
meaningless. What am I doing? For what? Tomorrow I may
die. And why do I go on accumulating wealth? I have
more than I need; even for generations it is enough. It
looks so meaningless that I stop immediately. For seven
days I have entered into houses and come out
empty-handed. And to be conscious is so beautiful. I
have tasted it for the first time, and it is just a
small taste -- now I can conceive how much you must be
enjoying, how much you must be celebrating. Now I know
that you are the real king -- naked, but you are the
real king. Now I know that you have real gold and we
are playing with false gold."
Hans,,,to be as one and as rich as can be is the whole of any person. Value is only judged from within and placed at a premium when one has doubt. There seems to be an abundance of insecurity and need for affirmation of self these days. I listen and hear grumblings of fear from many yet words from wise men quickly ease their strangled thoughts. I too pace amidst the pendulum depending which way it swings. I sometimes sense the demons of despair trying to cripple, yet the daylight brings the Sunday songs and I am happy. We are such creatures of our thoughts and survive by searching for "Nirvana". If we could only accept it is right here within our grasp,wthin our minds and in our hearts. You are blessed in knowing and I am blessed for you knowing~Light and Love is all I Give~I Give it Freely~
remember, "Let-Go" is the most important word in existence.