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Wednesday, March 18, 2015
wonderful story WHAT HAVE YOU LEARNT ON YOUR PATH
*What have you learnt on your path?* -
A King had an only son, a young Prince, brave, skillful and intelligent. To
perfect his knowledge of Life, he sent him to an Old Wise Man.
"Bring Light to my Path of Life", the Prince asked.
"My words will faint away like the prints of your steps in the sand", the Wise Man answered." However, I want to give you some indications. On your Path, you will find 3 doors. Read the rules written on each of them. An irresistible need will urge you to follow them. Dont try and get away from them, because you would be condemned to live again, ceaselessly, what you have avoided. I may tell you no more. You have to feel all this deep in your heart and in your flesh. Go, now. Follow this path, right in front of you."
The Old Wise Man disappeared and the Prince entered the Path of Life.
He was soon in front of a big door, on which one could read:
"CHANGE THE WORLD".
"It was my intention indeed", the Prince thought, "because if some things
please me in this world, others greatly displease me."
And he began his first fight. His ideal, his ardour and his power urged him
to confront himself to the world, to undertake, to conquer, to model reality
according to his desires.
He found there the pleasure and the dizziness of the conqueror, but no peace
in his heart. He managed to change some things but many others resisted to
him. Many years passed.
One day, he met the Old Wise Man who asked him:
"*What have you learnt on your path?*"
"I have learnt," the Prince answered, " how to discern what is within my
power and what is without; what depends on me and what does not depend on
me".
"Thats good!", the Old Man said. "Use your strength to act on what is
within your power. Forget whats beyond your power." And he disappeared.
A bit later, the Prince was in front of a second door. He could read on it :
"CHANGE OTHERS".
"It was my intention indeed", he thought. "Others are a source of
pleasure, enjoyment and satisfaction, but also, of pain, bitterness and
frustration. "
And he rebelled against everything that could disturb him or displease him
in his fellow men. He tried to bend their characters and to extirpate their
defects. It was his second fight.
Many years passed.
One day, as he was meditating on the utility of the attempts to change others, he met the Old Wise Man who asked him:
"*What have you learnt on your path?"*
"I have learnt", the Prince answered, "that others are not the cause or the source of my joys and my punishments, my satisfactions and my setbacks. They are only opportunities for all of them to be revealed in myself. It is in myself that all these things have their roots."
"You are right," the Wise Man said. "According to what they wake up in you,
the others reveal you to yourself. Be grateful to those who make your enjoyment and pleasure vibrate. But be also grateful to those who create in
you suffering or frustration, because, through them, life teaches you what is left in you to learn and the path that you still have to walk."
And the Old Man disappeared.
A bit further on, and the Prince arrived in front of a door, on which these words
were written:
"CHANGE YOURSELF".
"If I am myself the cause of my problems, it is indeed whats left in me to work on", he said to himself.
And he began his 3rd fight. He tried to bend his character, to fight his imperfections, to abolish his defects, to change everything that did not please him in himself, everything that did not correspond to his ideal.
After many years of this fight, in which he met some success, but also, some
failures and some resistances, the Prince met the Wise Man who asked him:
"*What have you learnt on your path?"*
"I have learnt", the Prince answered, "that there are things that we can
improve, others that resist us and that we cant manage to break."
"Thats good!" the Wise Man said.
"Yes", the Prince went on, "but I am beginning to be tired of fighting against everything, against everybody, against myself. Wont there be an end to it one day? When shall I find a rest? I want to stop fighting, to give up, to abandon everything, I want to let go !"
"It is precisely your next lesson", the Old Wise Man said. "But before going
any further, turn round and behold the path covered."
And he disappeared.
On looking back, the Prince saw in the distance the 3rd door, and noticed
that it was carrying a text on its back, saying :
"ACCEPT YOURSELF"
The Prince was surprised not to have seen this writing when he went through
the door, the other way.
"When one fights, one becomes blind", he said to himself. He also saw, lying
on the ground, scattered around him, everything he had thrown away and
fought against in him: his defects, his shadows, his fears, his limits, all
his old worries.
He now learnt how to recognize them, to accept them, to love them. He learnt how to love himself without comparing himself to others any more, without judging himself, without reprimanding himself.
He met the Old Wise Man who asked him:
"*What have you learnt on your path?"*
"I have learnt", the Prince answered," that hating or refusing a part of myself, is to condemn myself never to be in agreement with myself. I have learnt how to accept myself, totally, unconditionally. "
"Thats good!", the Old Man said, it is the first rule in Wisdom. Now you can go back through the 3rd door."
He had no sooner reached the other side, that the Prince perceived far away
the back side of the second door, on which he could read:
"ACCEPT OTHERS"
All around him, he could recognize the persons he had been with all his life through; those he had loved as well as those he had hated. Those he had supported and those he had fought. But the biggest surprise of all for him was that now, he was absolutely unable to see their imperfections, their defects; those that formerly had embarrassed him so much, and against which he had fought.
He met the Old Wise Man again who asked him again
"*What have you learnt on your path?*"
"I have learnt", the Prince answered, "that by being in agreement with myself, I had nothing more to blame in others, nothing more to be afraid of in them. I have learnt how to accept and to love others, totally, unconditionally. "
"Thats good!", the Old Wise Man said. "It is the second rule in Wisdom. You
can go back through the second door."
On reaching the other side of the second door, the Prince perceived in the
distance the back side of the first door, on which he could read:
"ACCEPT THE WORLD"
"Strangely enough", he said to himself, "that I did not see these words the first time". He looked all around him and recognized te world which he had tried to conquer, to transform, to change. He was struck by the brightness and the beauty of every thing. By their perfection. Nevertheless, it was the same world as before. Was it the world which had changed or the glance he had on it?
He met the Old Wise Man who asked him:
"*What have you learnt on your path?"*
"I have learnt", the Prince said, that the world is a mirror for my soul. That my soul cant see itself; it can only see itself in the world. When my soul is cheerful, the world seems cheerful to it. When it is overcome, the world
seems sad to it. The world itself is neither sad nor cheerful. It is JUST THERE ; it just exists; It was not the world that disturbed me, but the idea that I had of it. I have learnt to accept it without judging it; to accept it totally, unconditionally. "
"It is 3rd rule of Wisdom", the Old Man said.
"You are here now in agreement with yourself, with others and with the World."
A profound feeling of peace, serenity and plenitude ( Fullness. Plenty ), filled the Prince. Silence was in him.
"Now, you are ready to go past the last Threshold", the Old Wise Man said,
"the one that goes from the silence of Plenitude to the Plenitude of
Silence".
And the Old Man disappeared.
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A King had an only son, a young Prince, brave, skillful and intelligent. To
perfect his knowledge of Life, he sent him to an Old Wise Man.
"Bring Light to my Path of Life", the Prince asked.
"My words will faint away like the prints of your steps in the sand", the Wise Man answered." However, I want to give you some indications. On your Path, you will find 3 doors. Read the rules written on each of them. An irresistible need will urge you to follow them. Dont try and get away from them, because you would be condemned to live again, ceaselessly, what you have avoided. I may tell you no more. You have to feel all this deep in your heart and in your flesh. Go, now. Follow this path, right in front of you."
The Old Wise Man disappeared and the Prince entered the Path of Life.
He was soon in front of a big door, on which one could read:
"CHANGE THE WORLD".
"It was my intention indeed", the Prince thought, "because if some things
please me in this world, others greatly displease me."
And he began his first fight. His ideal, his ardour and his power urged him
to confront himself to the world, to undertake, to conquer, to model reality
according to his desires.
He found there the pleasure and the dizziness of the conqueror, but no peace
in his heart. He managed to change some things but many others resisted to
him. Many years passed.
One day, he met the Old Wise Man who asked him:
"*What have you learnt on your path?*"
"I have learnt," the Prince answered, " how to discern what is within my
power and what is without; what depends on me and what does not depend on
me".
"Thats good!", the Old Man said. "Use your strength to act on what is
within your power. Forget whats beyond your power." And he disappeared.
A bit later, the Prince was in front of a second door. He could read on it :
"CHANGE OTHERS".
"It was my intention indeed", he thought. "Others are a source of
pleasure, enjoyment and satisfaction, but also, of pain, bitterness and
frustration. "
And he rebelled against everything that could disturb him or displease him
in his fellow men. He tried to bend their characters and to extirpate their
defects. It was his second fight.
Many years passed.
One day, as he was meditating on the utility of the attempts to change others, he met the Old Wise Man who asked him:
"*What have you learnt on your path?"*
"I have learnt", the Prince answered, "that others are not the cause or the source of my joys and my punishments, my satisfactions and my setbacks. They are only opportunities for all of them to be revealed in myself. It is in myself that all these things have their roots."
"You are right," the Wise Man said. "According to what they wake up in you,
the others reveal you to yourself. Be grateful to those who make your enjoyment and pleasure vibrate. But be also grateful to those who create in
you suffering or frustration, because, through them, life teaches you what is left in you to learn and the path that you still have to walk."
And the Old Man disappeared.
A bit further on, and the Prince arrived in front of a door, on which these words
were written:
"CHANGE YOURSELF".
"If I am myself the cause of my problems, it is indeed whats left in me to work on", he said to himself.
And he began his 3rd fight. He tried to bend his character, to fight his imperfections, to abolish his defects, to change everything that did not please him in himself, everything that did not correspond to his ideal.
After many years of this fight, in which he met some success, but also, some
failures and some resistances, the Prince met the Wise Man who asked him:
"*What have you learnt on your path?"*
"I have learnt", the Prince answered, "that there are things that we can
improve, others that resist us and that we cant manage to break."
"Thats good!" the Wise Man said.
"Yes", the Prince went on, "but I am beginning to be tired of fighting against everything, against everybody, against myself. Wont there be an end to it one day? When shall I find a rest? I want to stop fighting, to give up, to abandon everything, I want to let go !"
"It is precisely your next lesson", the Old Wise Man said. "But before going
any further, turn round and behold the path covered."
And he disappeared.
On looking back, the Prince saw in the distance the 3rd door, and noticed
that it was carrying a text on its back, saying :
"ACCEPT YOURSELF"
The Prince was surprised not to have seen this writing when he went through
the door, the other way.
"When one fights, one becomes blind", he said to himself. He also saw, lying
on the ground, scattered around him, everything he had thrown away and
fought against in him: his defects, his shadows, his fears, his limits, all
his old worries.
He now learnt how to recognize them, to accept them, to love them. He learnt how to love himself without comparing himself to others any more, without judging himself, without reprimanding himself.
He met the Old Wise Man who asked him:
"*What have you learnt on your path?"*
"I have learnt", the Prince answered," that hating or refusing a part of myself, is to condemn myself never to be in agreement with myself. I have learnt how to accept myself, totally, unconditionally. "
"Thats good!", the Old Man said, it is the first rule in Wisdom. Now you can go back through the 3rd door."
He had no sooner reached the other side, that the Prince perceived far away
the back side of the second door, on which he could read:
"ACCEPT OTHERS"
All around him, he could recognize the persons he had been with all his life through; those he had loved as well as those he had hated. Those he had supported and those he had fought. But the biggest surprise of all for him was that now, he was absolutely unable to see their imperfections, their defects; those that formerly had embarrassed him so much, and against which he had fought.
He met the Old Wise Man again who asked him again
"*What have you learnt on your path?*"
"I have learnt", the Prince answered, "that by being in agreement with myself, I had nothing more to blame in others, nothing more to be afraid of in them. I have learnt how to accept and to love others, totally, unconditionally. "
"Thats good!", the Old Wise Man said. "It is the second rule in Wisdom. You
can go back through the second door."
On reaching the other side of the second door, the Prince perceived in the
distance the back side of the first door, on which he could read:
"ACCEPT THE WORLD"
"Strangely enough", he said to himself, "that I did not see these words the first time". He looked all around him and recognized te world which he had tried to conquer, to transform, to change. He was struck by the brightness and the beauty of every thing. By their perfection. Nevertheless, it was the same world as before. Was it the world which had changed or the glance he had on it?
He met the Old Wise Man who asked him:
"*What have you learnt on your path?"*
"I have learnt", the Prince said, that the world is a mirror for my soul. That my soul cant see itself; it can only see itself in the world. When my soul is cheerful, the world seems cheerful to it. When it is overcome, the world
seems sad to it. The world itself is neither sad nor cheerful. It is JUST THERE ; it just exists; It was not the world that disturbed me, but the idea that I had of it. I have learnt to accept it without judging it; to accept it totally, unconditionally. "
"It is 3rd rule of Wisdom", the Old Man said.
"You are here now in agreement with yourself, with others and with the World."
A profound feeling of peace, serenity and plenitude ( Fullness. Plenty ), filled the Prince. Silence was in him.
"Now, you are ready to go past the last Threshold", the Old Wise Man said,
"the one that goes from the silence of Plenitude to the Plenitude of
Silence".
And the Old Man disappeared.
Human Interest story
FRIENDSHIP—CARLYLE AND J .S. MILL
Charles Dickens dedicated his book, Hard Times to Carlyle. He also helped Dickens with his book, A Tale of Two Cities.
"He (Dickens) had always admired Carlyles History of the French Revolution, and asked him to recommend suitable books from which he could research the period; in reply Carlyle sent him a cartload of volumes from the London Library. Apparently Dickens read, or at least looked through, them all; it was his aim during the period of composition only to read books of the period itself."
Thomas Carlyle died at his home in 1881.
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