A young man called Sretaketu had studied the Vedas for twelve years and was rather full of himself. His father, Uddalaka, asked him a question which he was unable to answer, and then proceeded to teach him a lesson about the fundamental truth of which he was entirely ignorant. He told his son to put a piece of salt into water and report back to him the following morning When his father asked him to produce the salt, Sretaketu could not find it because it had completely dissolved. Uddalaka began to question him:
“Would you please sip it at this end? What is it like?” he said.
“Sip it in the middle. What is it like?”
“Sip it at the far end. What is it like?”
“Throw it away and then come to me.”
He did as he was told but [that did not stop the salt from] remaining the same.
[His father] said to him: “My dear child, it is true that you cannot perceive Being here, but it is equally true that it is here. This first essence–the whole universe has as its Self: That is the Real: That is the Self: that you are, Sretaketu!”
That story is included in a book called A HISTORY OF GOD.
Also as a side note check this out: http://recipes.howstuffworks.com/salt-pictures.htm
I have a theory. It’s just a thought I’m currently pondering..that there may be only one impossibility. Complete stillness. Look around you. Everything changes, but not only on the earth or in the sky but in spirit also.
If “In the beginning…the earth was without form and void…,” would that mean it was not focused? Maybe it was constantly changing. If quantum physics is the new science, it would mean
If quantum physics is the new science, it would mean everything is a possibility and that nothing is focused, until we choose to focus its potential in a fixed way. At that point, all other possibilities have been eliminated. But even at that point, it still is changing and deconstructing.
What I know is so limited, which is why I call it a theory. We are aware of a range of vibrations in energy, ranging from matter such as diamonds and rocks all the way to the ethereal range of thoughts and possibilities, even spirits and angels. In the writing of this, I have formed something. I have focused my theory and it is no longer floating and jangling around in my head, torturing me and keeping my mind busy. It has now located and has lit itself upon this screen as words that can be read by you and me. I find that quite fascinating.
Now to ponder upon God and his/her infinite possibilities and limitless reach; and also his/her complete wholeness as the Unmoved Mover. I would love to hear your thoughts and arguments. Namaste
I remember a movie called “Conagher.” Katharine Ross plays a lonely widow on the prairie whose only form of expression is tying notes onto tumble weeds and watching the wind take them.
We as people have to express ourselves. Sometimes it’s in the way we dress or the color of our car, but in some way you have to tell your story. Whether anyone listens is irrelevant. Yes I know, it is nice when people agree, but we can’t be too affected by others agreements. Whether people listen or not, we must tell our story.
A word is dead
when it is said
I say it just
begins to live that day.
VI. A Word
“Grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked any way,The good fortune to run into the ones I do, and the eyesight to tell the difference” – Author Unknown
If my brother Steve ruled the world, dogs would be allowed on the couch and people would be treated more humanely.
I had a dog for a little while. She was one of those crazy impulse finds. Cute kid with a box of squirming puppies, who can resist? Usually I can. For lack a better name, I called her Poochie…I know it’s a stupid name. I’m not good with naming. It’s a good thing for my kids that there are books with thousands of baby names. Anyway, I digress.
Dogs are no different than people. They know a good find when they find one. When you are in a store, if there is a good deal, you’ll snatch it up, regardless of who is in the way. Poochie, my 3 month old puppy did that very same thing.
Her usual walk is a stop to sniff at this bush and a stop to sniff at that tree, then finished off with a roll in the clover. She was a puppy and acted every bit of it too. I took her in the back of the apartment complex and you never know what you’ll find; cans, bottles, toys even old bones. She found it. A bone- no, HER bone. Poochie grabbed that bone, put her ears back and with head down she ran-leash attached to my arm-yanking me along behind. I did not realize the greed that was in my sweet puppy’s nature, nor did I realize how well she knew her way home. Until now. She made a quick headstrong way, weaving around this sidewalk, across the little bridge, around the tree and to the front of the apartments and straight to the stairs all the while carrying her find and dragging me quickly behind her.
Oh the wisdom of dogs.