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.

  • Thank you,

    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

    any art."

    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~

  • MorningGlow,

    remember, "Let-Go" is the most important word in existence.

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