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  1. 1. Stories
    1. 1.1 A safe place for love
    2. 1.2 Hidden inside until discovered
    3. 1.3 White Buffalo Calf Woman
    4. 1.4 Futility of squabbling
    5. 1.5 Conflict resolution by sharing a bowl of porridge together
    6. 1.6 Compliance to orders – Foes ⇔ friends
    7. 1.7 Paradox of deceleration
    8. 1.8 Biases hinder communication
    9. 1.9 Four stages of wrestling with inner demons – Milarepa
    10. 1.10 The old woman in the cave and the black dog unraveling the woven garment
    11. 1.11 The weight of a snowflake
    12. 1.12 Friendship – Ending the night
    13. 1.13 Skipping the commitment to silence for pride
    14. 1.14 Evil prince and wise man
    15. 1.15 The mad and belligerent Sultan and the eloqent Lady Sheherazade
    16. 1.16 Pulled by an invisible kite
    17. 1.17 The Fox and the Little Prince
    18. 1.18 God's smell
    19. 1.19 The meditator, the mantra, and the water walking hermit
    20. 1.20 Woman from the sky – Spirit in the basket
    21. 1.21 True nature of phenomena
    22. 1.22 Chicken-eagle
    23. 1.23 Fly, eagle, fly
    24. 1.24 An economic tale – A businessman dumbfounded by a fisherman
    25. 1.25 The solution to pollution is dilution.
    26. 1.26 God brews the coffee
    27. 1.27 Don't hand over your dream to the dream stealers
    28. 1.28 Carrots, eggs, and coffee
    29. 1.29 Taming violent young elephants
    30. 1.30 Reactions to encountering the seventh vault of the seventh heaven
    31. 1.31 Perspectives
    32. 1.32 The swan with the golden feathers
    33. 1.33 Terrible. Wonderful. Life.
    34. 1.34 The scorpion and the frog
    35. 1.35 Not enough cow dung!
    36. 1.36 Isis and the seven scorpions
    37. 1.37 Objectives of three stone cutters
    38. 1.38 Two wolves within
    39. 1.39 Tale on respect
    40. 1.40 Organized truth (religion)
    41. 1.41 Diogenes and Alexander
    42. 1.42 Taking risks
    43. 1.43 How to find happiness?
    44. 1.44 Parable of the fisherman – Arthur Eddington
    45. 1.45 Life changing questions
    46. 1.46 Elementary circle of life – comprising the unique and the whole
    47. 1.47 Dispute between a man and a lion
    48. 1.48 Debating life after delivery?
  2. 2. Quotes on Stories
    1. 2.1 Humans are biologically wired to stories.
  3. 3. Links to stories / Geschichtensammlung
    1. 3.1 External web links (engl.)
    2. 3.2 Audio and video links (engl.) – Humorous stories
    3. 3.3 Interne Links

 

 

 

Illustration from "Thousend and one night"
1849-1856
Sani ol-Molk (1814-1866) painter

 


 

Stories

A safe place for love

༺༻Story lineStatement
1.Millennias of years ago, when God was
creating life, HE inquired with the angels,
"Where on Earth should we put love?
It's so precious I intend to put it someplace safe."
2.The angels thought for awhile.
The first one said,
"Put it in the food.
Surely the humans will find it there and cherish it."
3.Another angel suggested,"Put it in the ground.
Every time the humans walk they will feel it."
4.A third one offered,"Put it in the sky.
That way it will be everywhere."
5.Finally God concluded,"I know — I'll put it in their hearts.
Right there inside of them. It will be safe there,
but it will be the last place they look."

Hidden inside until discovered

A Sioux legend

 

The Creator gathered all of creation and said,


Sour cherry tree in full bloom
"I want to hide something from the humans until they are ready for it.
It is the realization that they create their own reality."

The eagle said,

"Give it to me, I will take it to the moon."

The Creator said,

"No. One day they will go there and find it."

The salmon said,

"I will hide it on the bottom of the ocean."
"No. They will go there, too."

The buffalo said,

"I will bury it on the great plains."
"They will cut into the skin of the earth and find it even there".

Then Grandmother Mole, who lives in the breast of Mother Earth, and who has no physical eyes but sees with spiritual eyes, said,

"Put it inside them."

To which the Creator replied,

"It is done."

White Buffalo Calf Woman

She came from the stars. To many tribes she came through and each knew her by a different name. With bated breath the two hunter warrior braves waited. At last, upon the crest of the hill, a young woman appeared.
Remarking upon her extraordinary beauty, the first of the warrior braves exclaimed how he would like to couple with her right there in the sun warmed prairie grass. Put aside such thoughts spoke the other brave. This is a sacred woman, a vision perhaps, certainly not one to be approached in that manner. But to his surprise the woman in the white buckskin smiled at the lusty warrior and said to him,

"Come to me. You shall have what you desire."

White Buffalo Calf Woman appearing to two warriors

And so the second brave was left standing alone on the prairie, watching as his brother walked off, apparently enjoying the mysterious woman in the swirling cloud of dust that for a while hid both from sight.
When the dust had settled enough to see, there was the woman, bringing slowly together the stitches of her dress. At her feet partially decomposed, lay a corpse, alive with worms, beetles and clouds of hungry flies.
Then the White Buffalo Calf Woman – who was the form in which the great spirit had come to teach the people of the plains – spoke to the other young brave, who now remained alone and said,

"A man who looks first to a woman's outer beauty will never know her beauty divine, for there is dust upon his eyes and he is as good as blind, so it is also with woman who are consumed with making their outer beauty their focus. But a man who sees in a woman the spirit of the great one and who sees her beauty first in spirit and in truth, that man will know god in that woman; and should she choose to lie with him, he will share with her in enjoyment more fully than the former ever could. And all will as it should in this dream co-collective reality you find yourself in. It has enough power to break the spell that the world finds itself under.

You, when you looked upon me, were not blind to my beauty, but your first thoughts were, 'Who is she, this beautiful woman? What is it that makes her countenance glow so in the afternoon sun? What thoughts are those that dance behind her eyes? From what land does she come? With what tidings? And so my young friend, have no fear. You too shall have what you desire.

You and your friend symbolize two paths that the men of a tribe can take. If you seek first the sacred vision of the great spirit, you will see as the creator sees, and in that seeing, you will find what you need from the earth will come readily into your hands. But if you seek first to secure your earthly desires and forget the spirit, you will die inside and be as the living dead zombie existence.
In olden days, most of the men took your path; but in this age many men are now going the path of your fallen brother.
What you saw in the cloud was a sped up time. Your brother lived many years in those moments while you saw only a swirl of dust. It was not so bad for him as you might imagine. He lived a life that many in his forgetful age would even say was a 'good' one. But he was ruled ever by his passion and fleshy desires, satisfaction of the moment's addiction. In the end, his body turned to dust, for all his thoughts were dust. He had forgotten not only the great spirit, but his own as well. He contributed nothing of meaning to me, to womankind, or to the people of the plains."

Then the hunter asked the young woman who she was. With eyes black as the midnight pools between stars, she looked steadily at him for a moment, as if her gaze alone gave obvious answer.

"I am the spirit of truth",

she replied at last.

"Your people know me as your mother of the old ones, but as you can see for yourself I am not so old as all that. I am no older then any stalk of grass waving in the wind or any prairie flower. I am the great mother who lives inside every mother, the girl who plays in every sister child. I am the face of the great spirit your people have forgotten. I have come to talk to the nations of your plains."

 

Source: ► Excerpted from: Ken Carey, US American author, Return of the Bird Tribes, HarperOne, reprint edition 7. June 1991
See also: Choosing between two paths – Prostitute or maiden
White Buffalo Calf Woman is a sacred woman of supernatural origin, central to the Lakota religion as the primary cultural prophet. Oral traditions relate that she brought the "Seven Sacred Rituals" to the Teton Sioux.

Futility of squabbling


Home, sweet home, 19th century
Pietro Saltini (1839-1908)
Once upon a time there were two monks who had lived together for forty years
and never had a squabble. Not even once.
One day, one monk said to the other:
"Don't you think it's about time we had a squabble, even if it's just once?"
"Sure," replied the other monk.
"Let's get started right away. About what shall we squabble?"
"About this piece of bread perhaps?" the first monk offered.
"OK, let's have a squabble over this bread. How are we going to go about this?" asked the other again.
"This bread is mine, and mine alone," said the first monk.
"Oh yeah? Well you can keep it," said the second monk.

 

Source: ► Anthony de Mello SJ (1931-1987) Indian Catholic Jesuit priest, psychotherapist, spiritual leader

Conflict resolution by sharing a bowl of porridge together


Millet porridge

Saint Juniper, called "the renowned jester of the Lord," was a friar from 1210 to his death in 1258. He was one of Saint Francis of Assisi’s earliest disciples who had exclaimed

"Would to God, my brothers, I had a whole forest of such Junipers."

After having been severely reprimanded by his superior, Brother Juniper was so disturbed in the following night that sleep fled him. So he got up in the dark and went to the monastery's kitchen. There he prepared a bowl of hot porridge adorned with lump of butter on top. This dish he took along to his superior’s room. Knocking at his door he said,

"Father, I have prepared this porridge for you and beg you to eat it."

The superior told him to leave and allow him to continue his sleep.
Dryly Brother Juniper replied,

"Would you be so kind as to hold the light while I eat it?"

The superior laughed in spite of himself. Good sport that he was, he sat down with Brother Juniper so that they both could eat the porridge together.

Compliance to orders – Foes ⇔ friends

A king sent out his commander with a troop of soldiers to a foreign battle field.
His command to the general was:

Vanquish my foes!

 

After the general and the army had left the kingdom the regent had not received any news about what had resulted on the battle ground. After many months had passed the king, disquieted, sent out a scout to search for the commander and to report back.

 

On assumed war territory the scout came across a camp, out of which one could hear gay babble of voices. Coming closer he found the commander and his soldiers sitting together with the king's foes at a table and having a good time.

 

The scout took the commander in charge to task:

General, you have failed to execute the king's order!
Instead of eliminating your king's foes you are fraternizing with them.

 

The chided commander serenely replied:

Certainly, we have executed the king's command.
The enemy is vanquished AND we have made new friends!

 

To vanquish your enemies, make friends with them.
Chinese proverb

 

Paradox of deceleration


Till Eulenspiegel, Mölln, Rathausplatz

 

One day Till Eulenspiegel was leisurely strolling to town.
All over sudden he heard the noise of a nearing vehicle on a road behind him. Soon after a coach came to a halt next to him on a road with pot-holes here and there. The coachman, in a hurry, asked Till:

"Tell me urgently – how long will it take me to get to town?"

Till replied:

"If you go slowly, it will take half an hour. If you go fast, it will take two hours, sir."
"You fool",

scolded the coachman churning the horses to a fast gallop. Not long after that the coach was out of sight.
About an hour later Till turned around a corner where he saw a coach lying in the ditch. Its leading axle was broken. Sure enough it was the hurried coachman from before bitching while trying to repair his coach. Addressed with a scornful glance the easygoing passenger repeated to the driver:

"As I've said: If you go slowly, it will take half an hour."

 

Biases hinder communication

            A village and a circus burn down.            

 


The circus, 1891
Georges Seurat (1859-1891) French painter

A circus proprietor discovered that the big tent was on fire, and he called one of his employees and said

Go into the middle of the circus ring and tell the people that the tent is on fire and they must get out as quickly as they can.

The man went, but in a little while he came back saying

They wouldn't listen to me. They just laughed.
Go again,

said the proprietor,

and make them listen! Say to them the circus is on fire, flee for your lives!

But again he returned, saying

They laughed at me! They refused to listen!

Because the man whom the circus proprietor had sent was the clown;
and no-one took the clown seriously.

 

  • A fire broke out backstage in a theatre.
    The clown came out to warn the public;
    they thought it was a joke and applauded.
    He repeated it; the acclaim was even greater.
    I think that's just how the world will come to an end:
    to general applause from wits who believe it's a joke.

 

Source: ► Søren Kierkegaard (1813-1855) Danish existentialist philosopher, theologian, writer, Victor Eremita, editor,
Either/Or. A Fragment of Life, Penguin Classics, 1. December 1992
See also: ► Kommunikation – Communication and ► Zuhören – Listening and ► Witze – Jokes

Four stages of wrestling with inner demons – Milarepa

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Four stages of dealing with one's inner demons

See also: Hercules and the Hydra, Hell, and Principle 3:1 [Gesetz 3:1]

One evening Milarepa returned to his cave after gathering firewood, only to find it filled with demons. They were cooking his food, reading his books, sleeping in his bed. They had taken over the joint. He knew about nonduality of self and other, but he still didn't quite know how to get these guys out of his cave. Even though he had the sense that they were just a projection of his own mind – all the unwanted parts of himself – he didn't know how to get rid of them.

 

༺༻            Action             Brain/emotion·level
1.So first he taught them the dharma. He sat on this seat that was higher than they were and said things to them about how 'we are all one.'   Cognitive   
2.He talked about compassion and shunyata and how poison is medicine. Nothing happened. The demons were still there.   Behavioral   
3.Then he lost his patience and got angry and ran at them. They just laughed at him.   Affective   
4.Finally, he gave up and just sat down on the floor, saying, "I'm not going away and it looks like you’re not either, so let’s just live here together." Integrative – 1st step

 

At that point, all of them left except one. Milarepa said,
"Oh, this one is particularly vicious."
(We all know that one. Sometimes we have lots of them like that. Sometimes we feel that's all we've got.) He didn't know what to do, so he surrendered himself even further. He walked over and put himself right into the mouth of the demon and said,
"Just eat me up if you want to."
Then that demon left, too.

 

Source: ► Pema Chödrön [Deirdre Blomfield-Brown] (*1936) US American Tibetan Buddhist nun (*1981), teacher in the
Shambhala Buddhist lineage of
Chögyam Trungpa, author, Start Where You Are. A Guide to Compassionate Living,
Shambhala, Boston, 1st edition 9. March 2004

The old woman in the cave and the black dog unraveling the woven garment


A woman in the process of knitting

               A Native American tale              

 

In a hidden cave an old woman is weaving a garment up to the trim. Bitten and chewed on porcupine quills are to hold the hem. She removes into the back of the cave to the ever burning fire to stir the seeds of life in the cauldron above the fire.

 

Meanwhile the black dog in the cave unravels the entire garment which was the result of the work of eons.
Upon her return the old woman finds the chaos. She stands there for a moment and picks up the weaving of the garment again. [...]
Be thankful for the black dog. If something (i.e. the world) would be perfect(ed) it is dead. The world would be over once it is perfected.

 

The beautiful new design had become necessary because the black dog had unraveled both nature and culture.
The old woman knew enough to begin weaving culture and nature, to combine imagination and hard work again so that both are less opposing and less destructive.

 

We are living in the black dog times,[*] in the times of unraveling – and we can choose to weave the loose threads again – back into the world. We are invited to reweave ourselves and the world – by the wise one in us.

 

Source: ► Audio interview with Michael Meade, US American storyteller, mythologist, author of the book The world behind the world. Living at the ends of time, Mythic storytelling and the ends of time, presented by the US American web radio station
New Dimensions, program #3243, host Michael Toms, minute 28:35-32:55, aired 25. February 2008
See also:
[*]Pluto in Capricorn – Rise and fall of empires – Structural transformation
Current trend – Shifting from PUSH mode to PULL mode
Paradigmenwechsel – Paradigm shift

The weight of a snowflake

Tell me the weight of a snowflake,

a coal-mouse asked a wild dove.


Snow cristals growing
Nothing more than nothing,

was the answer.

"In that case, I must tell you a marvelous story,"

the coal-mouse said.

"I sat on a branch of a fir, close to its trunk, when it began to snow – not heavily, not in a raging blizzard – no, just like in a dream, without a wound and without any violence.
Since I did not have anything better to do, I counted the snowflakes setting on the twigs and needles of my branch. Their number was exactly 3,741,952.
When the 3,741,953rd dropped onto the branch – nothing more than nothing, as you say – the branch broke off."

Having said that the coal-mouse flew away.

 

The dove, since Noah's time, an authority on the matter, thought about the story for a while and finally said to herself,

Perhaps there is only one person’s voice lacking for peace to come to the world.

 

Source: ► Kurt Kauter (1913-2002) German author, Thus Spoke the Marabou. New Fables, Greifenverlag, Rudolstadt, 1973

Friendship – Ending the night

Famous hassidic tale on darkness and light

 


Natural spring, Mackinac Island, Michigan

A Rabbi asked his students,

How can we determine the hour of dawn, when the night ends and the day begins?

One of his students suggested,

When from a distance you can distinguish between a dog and a sheep?
No,

was the answer from the Rabbi.

Is it when one man can distinguish between a fig tree and a grape vine?

asked a second student.

No,

the Rabbi said.

Please tell us the answer, then,

said the students.

It is, then,

said the wise teacher,

when you can look into the face of a stranger and you have
enough light within you to recognize them as your brothers and sisters.

Up until then it is night, and darkness is still with us.
See also: ► Freundschaft – Friendship

Skipping the commitment to silence for pride

Four monks decided to meditate silently without speaking for two weeks.
By nightfall on the first day, the candle began to flicker and then went out.
༺༻CharacterStatementComment
1.The first monk said: "Oh, no! The candle is out."Fact based statement
2.The second monk said: "Aren't we supposed not to talk?" Suggestive question
3.The third monk said: "Why must you two break the silence?" Why question
4.The fourth monk
laughed and said:
"Ha! I'm the only one who didn't speak."Pride sucks.

Evil prince and wise man

Many years ago there lived a wise man that everybody loved. People from all over the country would come to him for advice.

 

Sadly, the prince of the country didn't like the wise man. In fact, he hated him for gaining the love, affection, appreciation, and respect of the people, while he, the ruler, did not. The prince would constantly figure out ways to discredit the wise man, however unsuccessful each time. Then he came up with a foolproof plan. He said to himself:

 


White-bellied Green Pigeon

"When the wise man goes to the market to speak to the people tomorrow, I'll be there, and I'll take a dove with me. Before anyone has an opportunity to ask him a question, I'll say to him, ‘Wise man, I'm holding a bird in my right hand. Tell me, is it alive or dead?' If he says it is dead, I'll open my hand and let the dove fly away. If he says it is alive, I'll crush the bird to death in my hand and let it fall to the ground. Either way, I'll have made the wise man look like a fool in front of the people."

 

At the market the next day, when the wise man started speaking to the people, the prince took the dove from its cage and shouted loudly:

 

"Wise man, I'd like to ask you a simple question: This bird I'm holding in my hand, is it alive or dead?"

 

The crowd grew silent, and all eyes turned toward the wise man, eagerly awaiting his answer.

 

The wise man glanced at the people, then looked directly at the prince, and in calm and booming voice, said:

 

"That which you're holding in your hand is what you choose to make of it."

 

༺ . ° . ༻

The mad and belligerent Sultan and the eloqent Lady Sheherazade

A maddened sultan is broken to pieces due to the betrayal by his wife.
The fragmented token man kills her and weds maidens of the country night after night and sleighs them in the morning.
Doing so the bloodthirsty leader is bleeding out and decimating the female side of his country.

 


Sultan Schahrayar pardons Scheherazade

Sheherazade offers herself to be the next bride of death. And she takes her sister along as a witness and as a safe guard. At dawn Sheherazade starts to tell one of 1001 stories about other people who had been betrayed. However, she does not finish telling them.
Doing so she risks her life, her sister's life, the lives of so many other budding women in the country. Night after night it is to be seen if the king decides to keep on listening to her unfinished story.
After 1001 nights they had two children and the king was healed from belligerence. He had become sane again, and the couple married in love.

 

  • The Sultan was blessed with wisdom and grace and could finally surrender, drop the sword of doom [...] and transcend his ingrown belligerence.
  • Sheherazade's wit, courage, patience and love had succeeded in weaving the broken king back into his true self.

 

* * *

 

  • Sheherazade represents the mythological feminine, reflecting Isis who recombined her fragmented mate Osiris.
  • She insisted on the importance of sisterhood (and informed witnesses).
  • She is one of the first feminists aware of the web of ancient stories.
  • She insisted on facing off with the Sultan who was wearing the sword of doom.
  • She looked like she would be the queen of death, whereas she became the victorious queen of life.
  • She was so feminine that she saved the lives of many of her sisters and the masculine of itself (which sometimes is needed).
Source: ► Audio interview with Michael Meade, US American mythologist, storyteller, author of the book The world behind the world. Living at the ends of time, Mythic storytelling and the ends of time, presented by the US American web radio station New Dimensions, program #3243, host Michael Toms, minute 32:50-41:26, 1 hour duration, aired 25. February 2008
Reference: en.Wikipedia entry ► Arabian folk tale One Thousand and One Nights
See also: ► Zuhören – Listening and ► Frauen – Women and ► Heilung – Healing and ► Paradigmenwechsel – Paradigm shift

 

The name Sheherazade means "born of noble people".
The Sheherazade aspect is innate in each woman and each man as the womb to give birth to itself.
As an ardent student of the mysteries Sheherazade was a great storyteller and weaver.
As an erudite woman she owned 1001 books reflecting the background to the 1001 Arabian Nights.


Note: The story plays in ancient Iraq. In modern Iraq the "Arabian Nights" have been banned and burned for being evil (i.e. pornographic).
The book is filled with love stories. People think it was within a harem where the old timeless folk tales were being told among the women.

 

The only way to love the world is to love the eternity in it.
Human beings are tied to the eternal unending song.

Pulled by an invisible kite

When Alexander the Great came to conquer India, he met a master whose name was Dandamis. Alexander questioned the master,


Boys flying a kite, engraving by Johann Michael Voltz
published in Germany, 1828
‘Do you believe in God? If I cannot see anything, so how can I believe? How do you believe without seeing him?’

The master laughed.
He took Alexander by the hand and walked down the beach. Alexander followed – maybe Dandamis was taking him where he could show him God.
A small boy was flying a kite at the seashore. His kite had gone so far away that it was impossible to see it with bare eyes. The sage smiled secretly and stopped there while Alexander waited impatiently.
The master asked the little boy,

‘Where is your kite? We cannot see it. Without seeing it, how can we believe it is actually in existence? So where is that kite of yours? How do you still believe it even exists?’

The boy laughed merrily and looked pityingly at the master for asking such an absurd question. He said,

‘I can feel the pull of it.’

And the master smiled and said to Alexander,

‘I can also feel the pull of it.’

The Fox and the Little Prince

Said the fox:

"Are you looking for chickens?"
"No,"

said the little prince.

"I am looking for friends. What does that mean – 'tame'?"
"It is an act too often neglected,"

said the fox.

"It means to establish ties."
"'To establish ties'?"
"Just that,"

said the fox.

"To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world."
"I am beginning to understand,"

said the little prince.

"There is a flower... I think that she has tamed me..."

[...] The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time.

"Please – tame me!"

he said.

"I want to, very much,"

the little prince replied.

"But I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand."
"One only understands the things that one tames,"

said the fox.

"Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me..."
"What must I do, to tame you?"

asked the little prince.

"You must be very patient,"

replied the fox.

"First you will sit down at a little distance from me – like that – in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings.
But you will sit a little closer to me, every day..."

 

The next day the little prince came back.

"It would have been better to come back at the same hour,"

said the fox.

"If, for example, you come at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at three o'clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o'clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you ... One must observe the proper rites ..."
"What is a rite?"

asked the little prince.

"Those also are actions too often neglected,"

said the fox.

"They are what make one day different from other days, one hour different from other hours."

So the little prince tamed the fox.
And when the hour of his departure drew near –

"Ah,"

said the fox,

"I shall cry."
"It is your own fault,"

said the little prince.

"I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you..."
"Yes, that is so,"

said the fox.

"But now you are going to cry!"

said the little prince.

"Yes, that is so,"

said the fox.

"Then it has done you no good at all!"
"It has done me good,"

said the fox,

"because of the color of the wheat fields."

[...]
And he [the little prince] went back to meet the fox.

"Goodbye,"

he said.

"Goodbye,"

said the fox.

"And now here is my secret, a very simple secret:
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."
"What is essential is invisible to the eye,"

the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.

"It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important."
"It is the time I have wasted for my rose –",

said the little prince so he would be sure to remember.

"Men have forgotten this truth,"

said the fox.

"But you must not forget it.
You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.
You are responsible for your rose..."

 

Source: ► Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (1900-1944) French aviator, writer
The Little Prince, chapter 21 The Little Prince and the Fox, first issued 1943

God's smell

A true story

 

Dallas. As the doctor walked into the small hospital room of Diana Blessing, she was still groggy from surgery. Her husband, David, held her hand as they braced themselves for the latest news.
That afternoon of March 10, 1991, complications had forced Diana, only 24-weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergency Cesarean to deliver the couple's new daughter, Dana Lu Blessing.
At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound nine ounces, they already knew she was perilously premature.
Still, the doctor's soft words dropped like bombs.

"I don't think she's going to make it,"

he said, as kindly as he could.

"There's only a 10-percent chance she will live through the night, and even then, if by some slim chance she does make it, her future could be a very cruel one."

 

Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the devastating problems Dana would likely face if she survived. She would never walk, she would never talk, she would probably be blind, and she would certainly be prone to other catastrophic conditions from cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation, and on and on.

"No! No!"

was all Diana could say. She and David, with their 5-year-old son Dustin, had long dreamed of the day they would have a daughter to become a family of four. Now, within a matter of hours, that dream was slipping away.
As those first days passed, a new agony set in for David and Diana. Because Dana's underdeveloped nervous system was essentially 'raw', the lightest kiss or caress only intensified her discomfort, so they couldn't even cradle their tiny baby girl against their chests to offer the strength of their love.
All they could do, as Dana struggled alone beneath the ultraviolet light in the tangle of tubes and wires, was to pray that God would stay close to their precious little girl. There was never a moment when Dana suddenly grew stronger. But as the weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of weight here and an ounce of strength there. At last, when Dana turned two months old, her parents were able to hold her in their arms for the very first time.
And two months later, though doctors continued to gently but grimly warn that her chances of surviving, much less living any kind of normal life, were next to zero, Dana went home from the hospital, just as her mother had predicted.
Five years later, when Dana was a petite but feisty young girl with glittering gray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life, she showed no signs whatsoever of any mental or physical impairment. Simply, she was everything a little girl can be and more. But that happy bending is far from the end of her story.

 

One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near her home in Irving, Texas, Dana was sitting in her mother's lap in the bleachers of a local ball park where her brother Dustin's baseball team was practicing.
As always, Dana was chattering nonstop with her mother and several other adults sitting nearby when she suddenly fell silent. Hugging her arms across her chest, little Dana asked,

"Do you smell that?"

Smelling the air and detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana replied,

"Yes, it smells like rain."

Dana closed her eyes and again asked,

"Do you smell that?"

Once again, her mother replied,

"Yes, I think we're about to get wet. It smells like rain."

 

Still caught in the moment, Dana shook her head, patted her thin shoulders with her small hands and loudly announced,

"No, it smells like Him.
It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest."

 

Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Dana happily hopped down to play with the other children.
Before the rains came, her daughter's words confirmed what Diana and all the members of the extended Blessing family had known, at least in their hearts, all along.

The meditator, the mantra, and the water walking hermit

A devoted meditator, after years concentrating on a particular mantra, had attained enough insight to begin teaching. The student's humility was far from perfect, but the teachers at the monastery were not worried.

 

A few years of successful teaching left the meditator with no thoughts about learning from anyone; but upon hearing about a famous hermit living nearby, the opportunity was too exciting to be passed up.

 


Disputing monks, ~1858-1860
Carl Spitzweg (1808-1885) German painter

The hermit lived alone on an island at the middle of a lake, so the meditator hired a man with a boat to row across to the island. The meditator was very respectful of the old hermit. As they shared some tea made with herbs the meditator asked him about his spiritual practice. The old man said he had no spiritual practice, except for a mantra which he repeated all the time to himself. The meditator was pleased: the hermit was using the same mantra he used himself – but when the hermit spoke the mantra aloud, the meditator was horrified!

 

"What's wrong?"

asked the hermit.

"I don't know what to say. I'm afraid you've wasted your whole life! You are pronouncing the mantra incorrectly!"
"Oh, Dear! That is terrible. How should I say it?"

 

The meditator gave the correct pronunciation, and the old hermit was very grateful, asking to be left alone so he could get started right away. On the way back across the lake the meditator, now confirmed as an accomplished teacher, was pondering the sad fate of the hermit.

"It's so fortunate that I came along. At least he will have a little time to practice correctly before he dies."

Just then, the meditator noticed that the boatman was looking quite shocked, and turned to see the hermit standing respectfully on the water, next to the boat.

"Excuse me, please. I hate to bother you, but I've forgotten the correct pronunciation again. Would you please repeat it for me?"
"You obviously don't need it,"

stammered the meditator; but the old man persisted in his polite request until the meditator relented and told him again the way he thought the mantra should be pronounced.

 

The old hermit was saying the mantra very carefully, slowly, over and over, as he walked across the surface of the water back to the island.

Woman from the sky – Spirit in the basket

An African farmer found out that his cows gave less milk than they used to. Who had stolen their milk?

 

As it turned out a woman from the sky who came down from a bright star admitted that she and her sisters had taken from it as they liked the milk so much.

 


Indian pot-shaped basket, Northern Mexico

He fell in love with the starry woman and proposed to marry her who had come from the sky.
He suggested to her that she might look after his cows and get plenty of milk that way.
Under one condition she was willing to agree to his proposition. He was never to take a look into her basket.
He, eager to have her as a companion at his side, accepted her condition.
They got married and things went well with them.

 

One day, after half a year had passed, his wife was out tending the cows.
The farmer decided to open her basket and take a look inside.
He started to laugh and kept on laughing, stating:

There is NOTHING in the basket.

 

She came home following his commotion. Without hesitation she told him that he had broken their agreement:

You have opened the basket! Now I have to leave from here.

He begged her not to go.
She said:

What I brought with me in the basket was SPIRIT, but human beings perceive it as NOTHING.

And she was gone.

 

Source: ► Audio interview with John O'Donohue (1956-2008) Irish priest, Hegelian philosopher, storyteller, poet, author,
Anam Cara, Eternal Echoes, and Beauty, presented by the Canadian CBC Radio Tapestry, host Mary Hynes,
Canadian journalist, 2004, minute 43:30, 45:28 minutes duration, aired 13. January 2008
Hint: This story was first told by US American leader of the Mythopoetic Men's Movement, activist, poet, author Robert Bly (*1926).
See also: ► Leerheit – Emptiness

True nature of phenomena

Yamaoka Tesshu, as a young student of Zen, visited one master after another. He called upon Dokuon of Shokoku. Desiring to show his attainment, he said:

"The mind, Buddha, and sentient beings, after all, do not exist. The true nature of phenomena is emptiness. There is no realization, no delusion, no sage, no mediocrity. There is no giving and nothing to be received."

Dokuon, who was smoking quietly, said nothing. Suddenly he whacked Yamaoka with his bamboo pipe. This made the youth quite angry.

"If nothing exists, where did this anger come from?", inquired Dokuon.

Chicken-eagle


Rooster

 

A man found an eagle's egg and put it in a nest of a barnyard hen.
The eaglet hatched with the brood of chicks and grew up with them.
All his life the eagle did what the barnyard chicks did, thinking he was a barnyard chicken.
He scratched the earth for worms and insects. He clucked and cackled.
And he would thrash his wings and fly a few feet into the air.

 

Years passed and the eagle grew very old. One day he saw a magnificent bird above him in the cloudless sky.
It glided in graceful majesty among the powerful wind currents, with scarcely a beat of its strong golden wings.

 

The old eagle looked up in awe.

"Who's that?" he asked.
"That's the eagle, the king of the birds," said his neighbor.
"He belongs to the sky. We belong to the earth – we're chickens."

So the eagle lived and died a chicken, for that's what he thought he was.

 

Source: ► Anthony de Mello SJ (1931-1987) Indian Catholic Jesuit priest, psychotherapist, spiritual leader,
Awareness, Center for Spiritual Exchange, published by Doubleday, 1990

Fly, eagle, fly

I must tell you this story. [...]
There was a farmer. The farmer had chickens in his back yard. But he had a strange looking chicken.
And the farmer wondered, I mean, this strange looking chicken, it does behave like the other chickens, it pecks away, but it doesn't – it doesn't look quite like the others.

 


 Golden Eagle in flight

And then a traveler comes along who knows about this and he says to the farmer,

"No, no, no, man, that's no chicken there. That's an eagle."

And the traveler says,

"Please, give it to me."

And the farmer gives him this strange looking chicken. And he takes this chicken and he goes, up, up, up, to the top of the mountain. And he waits for the sun to rise. And as the sun glides through, this man says,

"Fly, eagle, fly."

And this strange looking chicken spreads out its pinions, shakes itself, and lifts off.
And it soars and disappears way, way into the rising sun.
And God says to us,

"Hey, you are no chicken. You are an eagle. Fly, eagle, fly."

And God expects you, us, to spread out our pinions, shake ourselves, and lift off and soar, and soar towards goodness, soar towards transcendence, towards beauty, towards laughter, towards caring, towards sharing.

"Fly, eagle, fly."

 

Source: ► Audio presentation by Desmond Tutu (*1931) South African anti-apartheid activist, first black now retired
Anglican Archbishop of the Anglican Church of Southern Africa, Soar toward goodness,
Raoul Wallenberg Lecture, Hill Auditorium, 10:00 minutes duration, posted 29. October 2008

An economic tale – A businessman dumbfounded by a fisherman

* * *

 

An American businessman was at the pier of a Mexican fishing village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked.
Inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.

 

The Mexican replied,

"Only a little while."

The American then asked why he didn't stay out longer and catch more fish.
The Mexican said he had enough to support his family's immediate needs.
The American then asked,

"But what do you do with the rest of your time?"

The Mexican fisherman said,

"I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos, I have a full and busy life, senor."

 


 Shrimps trawler hauling nets

The American scoffed,

"I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds buy a bigger boat. With the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats, eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor, eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then LA and eventually NYC where you will run your expanding enterprise."

 

The fisherman asked,

"But senor, how long will this all take?"

To which the American replied,

"15-20 years."
"But what then, senor?"

The American laughed and said,

"That's the best part. When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions."
"Millions, senor? Then what?"

The American said,

"Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take a siesta with your wife, and stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos."

 

Source: ► Animated movie by Dr. Mark Albion, US American author, More Than Money – What Is "The Good Life" Parable,
presented by Berrett Koehler, 3:06 minutes duration, posted 8. August 2008

 

* * *

The solution to pollution is dilution.

An aging Hindu master grew tired of his apprentice complaining about very sad life, and so, one morning, sent him for some salt. When the apprentice returned, the master instructed the unhappy young man to put a handful of salt in a glass of water and then to drink it.

"How does it taste?" the master asked.
"Bitter," spat the apprentice.

The master chuckled and then asked the young man to take another handful of salt and put it in the lake. The two walked in silence to the nearby lake when the apprentice swirled his handful of salt into the lake. The old man said,

"Now drink from the lake."

As the water dripped down the young man's chin, the master asked,

"How does it taste?"
"Fresh," remarked the apprentice.
"Do you taste the salt?" asked the master.
"No," said the young man.

 

At this, the master took the young man’s hands, offering the advice,

"The pain of life is pure salt; no more, no less. The amount of pain in life remains exactly the same. However, the amount of bitterness we taste depends on the container we put the pain in. So when you are in pain, the only thing you can do is to enlarge your sense of things.
Stop being a glass. Become a lake."

 

Unknown author

 

Source: ► Buddha (563-483 BC) Indian Avatar, teacher of enlightenment,
central figure of Buddhism

God brews the coffee

A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.

 


Coffee cortado (Latte art)

Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups – porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite – telling them to help themselves to the coffee.

 

When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said:

"If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups ... and then you began eyeing each other's cups.
Now consider this: Life is the coffee; the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of Life we live.
Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee God has provided us.
God brews the coffee, not the cups. Enjoy your coffee!
The happiest people don't have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything.
Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to the Universe."
Sources:
► Inspirational video movie Life Is Like A Cup of Coffee, YouTube film, 3:31 minutes duration, posted 6. February 2009
Chocolate Wisdom, YouTube film, 4:15 minutes duration, posted 27. December 2009

 

༺༻Force and powerSymbol AContent and contextSymbol B
1.A force driven life focuses on sheer needs and contents.CupsContent 
2.A life filled with true power views contentCupsContent plus context.Coffee
3.A life filled with true love and true power views contextCoffeeContext plus content.Cups
4.A life filled with peace, true love and true power rests in context.CoffeeContext 

 

༺༻Evolutionary stageSymbol
1.First we are stirred by the beauty of the young body.Cup
2.Then we begin to see the beauty in all bodies.Cups
3.At this point we look to the beauty of the soul.Coffee
4.Then we begin to see the beauty in all souls.Coffeeness
5.Lastly we discover the beauty of the divine ideas.Essence
6.Love is important for it starts and continues us on our path.Essence
Source: Diotima of Mantinea, Greek-Arcadian female philosopher, Socrates' mentor,
Diotima of Mantinea. Greek Priestess and Teacher of Socrates, ca. 400 B.C., presented by trincoll.edu, undated

Don't hand over your dream to the dream stealers

I have a friend named Monty Roberts who owns a horse ranch in San Ysidro. He has let me use his house to put on fund-raising events to raise money for youth at risk programs.
The last time I was there he introduced me by saying,

"I want to tell you why I let Jack use my house. It all goes back to a story about a young man who was the son of an itinerant horse trainer who would go from stable to stable, race track to race track, farm to farm and ranch to ranch, training horses.
As a result, the boy's high school career was continually interrupted. When he was a senior, he was asked to write a paper about what he wanted to be and do when he grew up.
That night he wrote a seven-page paper describing his goal of someday owning a horse ranch. He wrote about his dream in great detail and he even drew a diagram of a 200-acre ranch, showing the location of all the buildings, the stables and the track."

 


A horse at sunset, 10. March 2009

Then he drew a detailed floor plan for a 4,000-square foot house that would sit on a 200-acre dream ranch. He put a great deal of his heart into the project and the next day he handed it in to his teacher.
Two days later he received his paper back. On the front page was a large red F with a note that read,

'See me after class.'

The boy with the dream went to see the teacher after class and asked,

"Why did I receive an F?"

The teacher said,

'this is an unrealistic dream for a young boy like you. You have no money. You come from a traveling family. You have no resources. Owning a horse ranch requires a lot of money. You have to buy the land. You have to pay for the original breeding stock and later you’ll have to pay large stud fees. There’s no way you could ever do it.'

Then the teacher added,

'If you will rewrite this paper with a more realistic goal, I will reconsider your grade.'

 

The boy went home and thought about it long and hard. He asked his father what he should do. His father said,

'Look, son, you have to make up your own mind on this. However, I think it is a very important decision for you.'

 

Finally, after sitting with it for a week, the boy turned in the same paper, making no changes at all, he stated,

"You can keep the F and I’ll keep my dream."

 

Monty then turned to the assembled group and said,

"I tell you this story because you are sitting in my 4,000-square-foot house in the middle of my 200-acre horse ranch. I still have that school paper framed over the fireplace."

He added,

"The best part of the story is that two summers ago that same schoolteacher brought thirty kids to camp out on my ranch for a week."

When the teacher was leaving, he said,

"Look, Monty, I can tell you this now. When I was your teacher, I was something of a dream stealer. During those years I stole a lot of kids' dreams. Fortunately you had enough gumption not to give up on yours."
Source: ► Jack Canfield (*1944) US American motivational speaker, author, Mark Victor Hansen,
Chicken Soup for the Soul, Chicken Soup for the Soul Publishing, LLC, 1993
See also: ► Vision and ► Innate horse wisdom – Four stages of effective usage of emotions

 

My goal is to leave the world a better place than I found it, for horses and for people, too.
Monty Roberts (*1935) US American horse trainer, rodeo rider, author, Mission Statement

Carrots, eggs, and coffee

When faced with the same adversity – boiling water – carrots, eggs, and ground coffee react differently.
Carrotsgo into the boiling water strong, hard and unrelenting. They turn out softened and weak.
Eggsgo into the boiling water fragile. Their thin outer shell protecting its liquid interior comes out unchanged. The interior of the eggs turns out hardened.
Ground·coffee·beans,exposed to boiling water, remain unchanged. They however, change the water.

Taming violent young elephants

         Taming wild young elephants with ear flapping elders         

 

Young bull elephants [in Africa] were acting strangely out of character – antisocial and aimlessly vio­lent; they were stomping on VWs, pushing over trees for no reason, and even killing other small animals and baby elephants. [*]

African elephant with ears spread in a threat or attentive position
Park rangers came in to study the problem [...] they discovered that there were no older bull elephants in that area. By some accident, all the older bulls had either died or been poached for their ivory, which left the teenage males to roam and forage out of control.

 

Their solution?1

 

They brought in some older bulls from other areas by helicopter, lowered them onto the scene, and in a mat­ter of weeks, amazingly, the whole situation had changed. Apparently, all the old bulls did was wave their ears and make various sounds or small charges, and somehow the younger male elephants understood through these com­munications that their behavior was not exactly the way growing up elephant boys should act. It seemed to be just that simple. Things soon returned to normal once the elders operated as elders.

 

[*] The violent acting out of young elephant bulls is due to the so called musth.
Source: ► Father Richard Rohr O.F.M. (*1943) US American Franciscan friar, author, Adam's Return.
The Five Promises of Male Initiation
, Crossroad Publishing Company, 2. November 2004
See also:
Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD)
Men's health within the domination system

Reactions to encountering the seventh vault of the seventh heaven

One night four rabbinim were visited by an angel who awakened them and carried them to
the Seventh Vault of the Seventh Heaven. There they beheld the Sacred Wheel of Ezekiel.
༺༻Response·/·BehaviorLegend
1.MadnessSomewhere in the descent from Paradise to Earth, one Rabbi, having seen such splendor, lost his mind and wandered frothing and foaming until the end of his days.
2.DenialThe second Rabbi turned out extremely cynical."Oh I just dreamed of Ezekiel's Wheel, that was all. Nothing really happened."
3.FanaticismThe third Rabbi carried on and on about what he had seen, for he was totally obsessed. [...] He lectured and would not stop with how it was all constructed and what it all meant. [...] And this way he went astray and betrayed his faith.
4.Heartfilled poetryThe fourth Rabbi, who was a poet, took a paper in hand and a reed and sat near the window writing song after song praising the evening dove, his daughter and her cradle and all the stars in the sky. And he lived his life better than before.Comment: He was the only one of the four heavenly visitors who had seen God (had an epiphany) and was able to bear this grace in a dignified manner.
Source: ► Clarissa Pinkola Estés (*1945) US American Jungian psychoanalyst, post-trauma specialist, poet,
Women Who Run With the Wolves. Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype,
Ballantine Books, 1st edition November 1992, updated with new material 1996
See also: ► Circles and ► Grace and ► God and ► Madness and ► Cults and ► Cynicism and ► Shadow and
Gratefulness and ► Heart and ► Poems

Perspectives

One day a rich father took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose to show him how poor people can be. They spent a day and a night on the farm of a very poor family.

 

When they got back from their trip the father asked his son,

"How was the trip?"
"Very good Dad!"
"Did you see how poor people can be?"

the father asked.

"Yeah!"
"And what did you learn?"

The son answered,

"I saw that
➤ we have a dog at home, and they have four.
➤ We have a pool that reaches to the middle of the garden, they have a creek that has no end.
➤ We have imported lamps in the garden, they have the stars.
➤ Our patio reaches to the front yard, they have a whole horizon."

When the little boy was finishing, his father was speechless.
His son added,

"Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are!"

 

Author Unknown, Rich Or Poor – How Rich Are You?

See also:
► Book (German) Robert T. Kiyosaki (*1947) US American investor, businessman, motivational speaker, financial literacy activist, financial commentator, self-help author, Rich Dad, Poor Dad: Was die Reichen ihren Kindern über Geld beibringen, Arkana, 11. Dezember 2006
► Video presentation by Robert Kiyosaki (*1947) US American investor, businessman, motivational speaker, financial literacy activist, financial commentator, self-help author, Rich Dad Poor Dad - Robert Kiyosaki - How To Make Money, YouTube film, 10:03 minutes duration, posted 14. March 2010

The swan with the golden feathers


Coscoroba Swan, Gloucestershire, England

 

The father of a poor family is reborn as a swan with golden feathers. He invites his former family members to pluck and sell a single feather from his wings to support themselves, returning occasionally to allow them another. The greedy mother of the family eventually plucks all the feathers at once. However, they turn to ordinary feathers. When the swan recovers its feathers they too are no longer gold. The moral drawn there is:

 

Contented be, nor itch for further store.
They seized the swan – but had its gold no more.

 

Source: ► Suvannahamsa Jataka, 4th section of the Buddhist book Vinaya

Terrible. Wonderful. Life.

Many years ago in a poor Chinese village, there lived a peasant with his son. His only material possession, apart from some land and a small straw hut, was a horse he had inherited from his father.

 

One day, the horse ran off, leaving the man with no animal with which to till the land. His neighbors – who respected him greatly for his honesty and diligence – came to his house to say how much they regretted what had happened. He thanked them for their visit, but asked:
How can you know that what has happened has been a misfortune in my life?

 

Someone mumbled to a friend: He can’t accept reality, let him think what he wants, as long as he isn’t saddened by what happened.

 

And the neighbors went off, pretending to agree with what they had heard.

 

A week later, the horse returned to the stable, but it was not alone; it brought with it a fine mare for company. Upon hearing this, the villagers – who were flustered since they now understood the answer the man had given them -– returned to the peasant’s house, in order to congratulate him on his good fortune.
Before you had only one horse, and now you have two. Congratulations!, they said.

 

Many thanks for your visit and for all your concern, answered the peasant.
And how can you know that what has happened has been a blessing in my life?

 

Disconcerted, and thinking he must be going mad, the neighbors went off, and on the way commented: Does he really not understand that God has sent him a gift?

 


American mustangs are feral domesticated horses.

A month later, the peasant’s son decided to tame the mare. But the animal unexpectedly reared up and the boy fell and broke his leg.

 

The neighbors returned to the peasant’s house – bringing gifts for the wounded boy. The mayor of the village offered his condolences to the father, saying that all were very sad at what had happened.

 

The man thanked them for their visit and their concern, but asked:
How can you know that what has happened has been a misfortune in my life?

 

They were all astonished to hear this, since no one could be in any doubt that the accident of a son was a real tragedy. As they left the peasant’s house, some said to others: He really has gone mad; his only son might limp forever, and he is still in doubt about whether what happened is a misfortune.

 

Some months passed, and Japan declared war on China. The Emperor’s envoys traveled throughout the land in search for healthy young men to be sent to the battle front. Upon arrival in the village, they recruited all the young men except the peasant’s son, whose leg was broken.

 

None of the young men returned alive. The son recovered, the two animals bred and their offspring were sold at a good price. The peasant began visiting his neighbors to console and help them, – since they had at all times been so caring.

 

Whenever one of them complained, the peasant said: How do you know it is a misfortune?
If anyone became overjoyed, he asked: How do you know it is a blessing?

 

And the men and women in that village understood that beyond appearances, life has other meanings.

The scorpion and the frog

A scorpion and a frog are sitting on the bank of a river, and both need to get to the other side.


Asian forest scorpion, Khao Yai National Park, Thailand
"Hello, Mr. Frog!" calls the scorpion through the reeds. "Would you be so kind as to give me a ride on your back across the water? I have important business to conduct on the other side. And I cannot swim in such a strong current."

The frog immediately becomes suspicious.

"Well, Mr. Scorpion," he replies, "I appreciate the fact that you have important business to conduct on the other side of the river. But just take a moment to consider your request. You are a scorpion. You have a large stinger at the end of your tail. As soon as I let you onto my back, it is entirely within your nature to sting me."

The scorpion, who has anticipated the frog’s objections, counters thus:

"My dear Mr. Frog, your reservations are perfectly reasonable. But it is clearly not in my interest to sting you. I really do need to get to the other side of the river. And I give you my word that no harm will come to you."

The frog agrees, reluctantly, that the scorpion has a point. So he allows the fast-talking arthropod to scramble atop his back and hops, without further ado, into the water.
At first all is well. Everything goes exactly according to plan. But halfway across, the frog suddenly feels a sharp pain in his back – and sees, out of the corner of his eye, the scorpion withdraw his stinger from his hide. A deadening numbness begins to creep into his limbs.

"You fool!" croaks the frog. "You said you needed to get to the other side to conduct your business. Now we are both going to die!"

The scorpion shrugs and does a little jig on the drowning frog’s back.

"Mr. Frog," he replies casually, "you said it yourself. I am a scorpion. It is in my nature to sting you."

With that, the scorpion and the frog both disappear beneath the murky, muddy waters of the swiftly flowing current. And neither of them is seen again.

 

Source: ► Kevin Dutton, Ph.D. (*1967) British professor of experimental psychology, expert on the science of social influence, University
of Oxford, author, The Wisdom of Psychopaths. What Saints, Spies, and Serial Killers Can Teach Us About Success, chapter 1 Scorpio Rising,
William Heinemann, 20. September 2012; Scientific American / Farrar, Straus and Giroux, reprint edition 3. September 2013
See also: ► Narcissm and ► Shadow

Not enough cow dung!

Johnny goes to modeling class in his school for special [mentally retarded] children and he gets his piece of putty and he's modeling it. He takes a little lump of putty and goes to a corner of the room and he's playing with it.
The teacher comes up to him and says,

"Hi, Johnny."
And Johnny says,
"Hi."

And the teacher says,

"What's that you've got in your hand?"

And Johnny says,

"This is a lump of cow dung."

Cow dung

The teacher asks,

"What are you making out of it?"

He says,

"I'm making a teacher."

The teacher thought,

"Little Johnny has regressed."

So she calls out to the principal, who was passing by the door at that moment, and says,

"Johnny has regressed."

So the principal goes up to Johnny and says,

"Hi, son."

And Johnny says,

"Hi."

And the principal says,

"What do you have in your hand?"

And he says,

"A lump of cow dung."
"What are you making out of it?"

And he says,

"A principal."

Cow dung

The principal thinks that this is a case for the school psychologist.

"Send for the psychologist!"

The psychologist is a clever guy. He goes up and says,

"Hi."

And Johnny says,

"Hi."

And the psychologist says,

"I know what you've got in your hand."
"What?"
"A lump cow dung."

Johnny says,

"Right."
"And I know what you're making out of it."
"What?"
"You're making a psychologist."
"Wrong. Not enough cow dung!"
Source: ►  Video lecture by Anthony de Mello SJ (1931-1987) Indian Jesuit priest, psychotherapist, spiritual leader, Wake Up to Life! – Awareness – On psychology, presented by Center for Spiritual Exchange and Tabor Publishing, 1986, YouTube film,
minute 2:03, 7:34 minutes duration, posted 25. November 2008

Isis and the seven scorpions

Whenever Isis left Horus in the evening while they were in hiding in the papyrus swamps near Buto, she was accompanied by seven scorpions. Three of the scorpions preceded her, Petet, Tjetet, and Matet and made sure that the path ahead was safe. At her side were the scorpions, Mesetet and Mesetetef. Bringing up the rear were Tefen and Befen.

Every night, Isis warned her companions to be extremely cautious as to avoid alerting Seth as to where she was. She would remind them not to speak to anyone they met along the way.
One night, Isis was traveling to the Town of the Two Sisters in the Nile Delta. A wealthy noblewoman saw the strange party arrive and quickly shut the door to her house. The scorpions were enraged at her rude behavior and decide to teach the woman a lesson. In preparation, six of the scorpions gave their individual poisons to Tefen who loaded his stinger with it. Meanwhile, a humble peasant girl had offered her simple home as a refuge to Isis.
The scorpions anger was not ameliorated by the young girl's kindness toward their mistress, and Tefen snuck out of the house. He crawled under the door of the noblewoman's house and stung her son. Distraught, the woman wandered through the town seeking help for her child who was on the verge of death.
Isis heard the woman's cries for help. Although the woman was unkind to her, Isis could not bear the thought of the death of an innocent child and left with the woman to help her son. Isis held the boy in her arms and spoke words of great magic. She named each of the scorpions and thereby dominated them; rendering their combined poison to be harmless in the child.
The noblewoman was humbled by Isis' unconditional kindness and offered all of her worldly wealth to Isis and the peasant girl who had shown hospitality to a stranger.

Objectives of three stone cutters

Three stone cutters were working in a marble quarry. Each was hard at work, shaping a large stone into a block. A visitor came and watched them. The visitor asked the first stone cutter,

"What are you doing?"

His reply was,

"Isn’t it obvious? I’m making a block."

He asked the second stone cutter,

"What are you doing?"

He kept on hammering while he said,

"I’m making this for a wall."

The traveller turned to the third stonecutter. He seemed to be the happiest of the three. When asked

"What are you doing?"

he replied,

"I’m helping build a cathedral that will last a thousand years."

While a mason was meticulously carving the top of a pillar in a cathedral his apprentice asked him,

"Why do you spend so much time and effort on these details that no one will ever be able to see from so far down below?"

The mason replied,

God sees it.

♦◊♦   ♦◊♦   ♦◊♦

Peter Drucker (1909-2005) US American management consultant, self-described "social ecologist",
educator and writer had all three workers reply as follows:
༺༻Quality of workWorkerRemark
1.JOBFirst stonecutter: "I am making a living."
2.CAREERSecond stonecutter: "I am doing the best job of stone cutting in the entire country."
3.CALLINGThird stonecutter: "I am building a cathedral."

Two wolves within

An old Grandfather said to his grandson, who came to him with anger at a schoolmate who had done him an injustice,

Let me tell you a story. I too, at times, have felt a great hate for those that have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do. But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy. It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I have struggled with these feelings many times.

 


Black and White Wolves, Pays de la Loire, France

He continued,

It is as if there are two wolves inside me; one is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him and does not take offense when no offense was intended. He will only fight when it is right to do so, and in the right way.

But the other wolf, ah! He is full of anger. The littlest thing will set him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is helpless anger, for his anger will change nothing.
Sometimes it is hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both of them try to dominate my spirit.

 

The boy looked intently into his Grandfather's eyes and asked,

Which one wins, Grandfather?

 

The Grandfather smiled and said,

The one I feed, son, the one I feed.

 

Author unknown

Tale on respect

A group of monks were living with their master in a Tibetan monastery. Their lives were disciplined and dedicated, and the atmosphere in which they lived harmonious and peaceful. People from villages far and wide flocked to the monastery to bask in the warmth of such a loving spiritual environment.

 

Then one day the master departed his earthly form. At first the monks continued on as they had in the past, but after a time, the discipline and devotion slackened. The number of visitors each day began to drop, and little by little, the monastery fell into a state of disrepair.

 

Soon the monks were bickering among themselves, some pointing fingers of blame, others filled with guilt. The energy within the monastery walls crackled with animosity.

 

Finally, the senior monk could take it no longer. Hearing that a spiritual master lived as a hermit two days walk away, the monk wasted no time in seeking him out. Finding the master in his forest hermitage, the monk told him of the sad state the monastery had fallen into and asked his advice.

 

The master smiled.

"There is one living among you who is the incarnation of God. Because he is being disrespected by those around him, he will not show himself, and the monastery will remain in disrepair."

With those words spoken, the master fell silent and would say no more.


Composite of depictions of the incarnation of God

All the way back to the monastery, the abbot wondered which of his brothers might be the Incarnated One.

 

"Perhaps it is Brother Jaspar who does our cooking,"

the monk said aloud. But then a second later thought,

"No, it can't be him. He is sloppy and ill tempered and the food he prepares is tasteless."

 

"Perhaps our gardener, Brother Timor, is the one,"

he then thought. This consideration, too, was quickly followed by denial.

"Of course not. God is not lazy and would never let weeds take over a lettuce patch the way Brother Timor has."

 

Finally, after dismissing each and every one of his brothers for this fault or that, the senior monk realized there were none left. Knowing it had to be one of the monks because the master had said it was, he worried over it a bit before a new thought dawned.

"Could it be that the Holy One has chosen to display a fault in order to disguise himself? Of course it could! That must be it!"

 

Reaching the monastery, he immediately told his brothers what the master had said and all were just as astonished as he had been to learn the Divine was living among them.

 

Since each knew it was not himself who was God Incarnate, each began to study his brothers carefully, all trying to determine who among them was the Holy One. But all any of them could see were the faults and failings of the others. If God was in their midst, he was doing a fine job of hiding himself. Finding the Incarnated One among such rubble would be difficult, indeed.

 

After much discussion, it was finally decided that they would all make an effort to be kind and loving toward each another, treating all with the respect and honor one would naturally give to the Incarnated One. If God insisted on remaining hidden, then they had no recourse but to treat each monk as if he were the Holy One.

 

Each so concentrated on seeing God in the other that soon their hearts filled with such love for one another the chains of negativity that held them bound fell away. As time passed, they began seeing God not just in each other, but in every one and everything. Days were spent in joyful reverence, rejoicing in His Holy Presence. The monastery radiated this joy like a beacon and soon the villagers returned, streaming through the doors as they had before, seeking to be touched by the love and devotion present there.

 

It was some time later that the senior monk decided to pay the master another visit to thank him for the secret he had revealed.

 

"Did you discover the identity of the Incarnated One?"

the master asked.

 

"We did,"

the senior monk replied.

"We found him residing in all of us."

The master smiled.

 

Author unknown, howtotellagreatstory.com

Organized truth (religion)

The devil and a friend of his were walking down the street, when they saw ahead of them a man stoop down and pick up something from the ground, look at it, and put it away in his pocket.
The friend said to the devil,

"What did that man pick up?"
"He picked up a piece of Truth,"

said the devil.

"That is a very bad business for you, then,"

said his friend.

"Oh, not at all,"

the devil replied,

"I am going to let him organize it."  

 

Source: ► Jiddu Krishnamurti (1895-1986) Indian spiritual teacher, declined member of the Theosophical Society, philosopher, author, Lecture on the dissolution of The Order of the Star of the East, Krishnamurti Foundation of America, Ommen, Holland, 2. August 1929

Diogenes and Alexander


Engraving of Alexander visiting Diogenes in Corinth
Diogenes asks him to stand out of his sun

Diogenes and Alexander – The cynic and the king

 

Alexander the Great came to visit Corinth. Thereupon many statesmen and philosophers came to greet Alexander and extend their congratulations. Alexander expected that Diogenes of Sinope also, who was tarrying in Corinth, would do likewise.

 

Yet this Greek philosopher, who was living in barrel, took not the slightest notice of Alexander. A kind of Socrates gone mad, he continued to enjoy his leisure in the suburb Craneion.

 

Intrigued, Alexander went in person to see Diogenes and found him lying in the sun in front of his barrel. Diogenes raised himself up a little when he saw so many people coming towards him, and fixed his eyes upon Alexander. The monarch addressed him with greetings, and asked him whether he desired any wish fulfilled from him. Famously, Diogenes replied,

"Yes, stand a little out of my sun."

 

Struck by this unexpected reply, Alexander admired so much the haughtiness and grandeur of the man who had nothing but scorn for him. In leaving the scene Alexander's followers were laughing and jesting about Diogenes. The king, turned reflective, confided to them

"Truly, if I were not Alexander the Great, I would like to be Diogenes."

 

Reference: en.Wikipedia entry '''Diogenes and Alexander

Taking risks


Sunflower seedlings, 3 days after being planted

Two seeds are lying in the fertile spring soil side by side. The first seed says

"I want to grow! I want to send my roots deep into the earth and push my rungs through the earth's crust above. [...] I want to spread my tender buds like a banner to herald the coming of spring. [...] I want to feel the warmth of the sun on my face and the blessing of the morning dew on my petals!"

And so it grew. The second seed said:

"I am afraid. If I send my roots into the earth beneath me, I don't know what I might meet in the dark. If I make my way through the hard earth above, I might hurt my sensitive rungs. [...] What if I let my buds open themselves up and a snail tries to eat them? And if I open my petals, a small child might rip me from the earth. No, it's much better for me to wait until it is safe."

And so it waited. A farm hen scratching the first spring's earth for food found the waiting seed and promptly ate it up. The moral of the story: those of us who refuse to take a risk and to grow will be devoured by life.

 

Source: ► Patty Hansen in: Jack Canfield (*1944) US American motivational speaker, author, Mark Victor Hansen,
Chicken Soup for the Soul, Chicken Soup for the Soul Publishing, LLC, 1993
Hühnersuppe für die Seele, S. 165, Goldmann, München, 1997

How to find happiness?

Once a group of fifty people was attending a seminar.

The speaker stopped and decided to do a group activity. He started giving each participant a balloon and asked everyone to write his/her name on their ballon using a marker pen. Then all the balloons were collected and put in another room.
Next all fifty delegates were let in that room and asked to find the balloon which had their name written, within five minutes. Everyone was frantically searching for their name, colliding with each other, pushing around others and there was utter chaos. At the end of five minutes no one had found their own balloon.
Now each one was asked to randomly collect a balloon and give it to the person whose name was written on it.
Within minutes everyone had their own balloon.
The speaker explained,

"Exactly this is happening in our lives. Everyone is frantically looking for their share all around, not knowing where it is. Our happiness lies in the happiness of other people. Give them theirs, and you will get yours. And this is the purpose of human life."

Parable of the fisherman – Arthur Eddington

Let us suppose that an ichthyologist is exploring the life of the ocean. He casts a net into the water and brings up a fishy assortment. Surveying his catch, he proceeds in the usual manner of a scientist to systematisize what it reveals. He arrives at two generalisations:

  1. No sea-creature is less than two inches long.
  2. All sea-creatures have gills.

These are both true of his catch, and he assumes tentatively that they will remain true however often he repeats it.

 

In applying this analogy, the catch stands for the body of knowledge which constitutes physical science, and the net for the sensory and intellectual equipment which we use in obtaining it. The casting of the net corresponds to observation; for knowledge which has not been or could not be obtained by observation is not admitted into physical science.

 

An onlooker may object that the first generalisation is wrong.

"There are plenty of sea-creatures under two inches long, only your net is not adapted to catch them."

The ichthyologist dismisses this objection contemptuously.

"Anything uncatchable by my net is ipso facto outside the scope of ichthyological knowledge, and is not part of the kingdom of fishes which has been defined as the theme of ichthyological knowledge. In short, 'what my net can't catch isn’t fish.'"

Or – to translate the analogy –

"If you are not simply guessing, you are claiming a knowledge of the physical universe discovered in some other way than by the methods of physical science. You are a metaphysician. Bah!"
Source: ► Sir Arthur Eddington (1882-1944) British astrophysicist of the early 20th century,
The Philosophy of Physical Science, S. 16, 1st edition 1939, 1967
See also: ► Wissenschaft – Science and ► Wissen – Knowledge and ► Okkulte Forschung – Occult research

Life changing questions

Fletcher Lynd Seagull was still quite young, but already he knew that no bird had ever been so harshly treated by any Flock, or with so much injustice. [...]

"I don't care what they think. I'll show them what flying is!
I'll be a pure Outlaw, if that's the way they want it. And I'll make them so sorry."

The voice came inside his own head [...] :

"Don't be harsh on them, Fletcher Seagull. In casting you out, the other gulls have only hurt themselves, and one day they will know this, and one day they will see what you see. Forgive them, and help them to understand." [...]

Low and calm, the voice went on within his thought, demanding an answer.

"Fletcher Lynd Seagull, do you want to fly?"
"YES, I WANT TO FLY!"
"Fletcher Lynd Seagull,
⚑ do you want to fly so much that you will forgive the Flock,
⚑ and learn,
⚑ and go back to them one day
⚑ and work to help them know?
"

There was no lying to this magniflcent skillful being, no matter how proud or how hurt a bird was Fletcher Seagull.

"I do", he said softly.
"Then, Fletch,"

that bright creature said to him, and the voice was very kind,

"let's begin with Level Flight."
Source: ► Richard Bach (*1936) US American Navy pilot, writer, Jonathan Livingston Seagull, movie script, part 2, 1973

 

"How does one become butterfly?"

[teddy bear] Pooh asked pensively.

"You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar,"

Piglet replied.

"You mean to die?",

asked Pooh.

"Yes and no,"

he answered.

"What looks like you will die, but what's really you will live on."
Source: ► Alan Alexander Milne [A. A.] (1882-1956) English poet, author of the collection of stories Winnie-the-Pooh, 1926

Elementary circle of life – comprising the unique and the whole

  • A bubbling stream reached a desert, and found that it could not cross it. The water was disappearing into the fine sand, faster and faster. The Stream said aloud,
    "My destiny is to cross this desert, but I can see no way." […]
The voice of the Desert answered, in the hidden tongue of nature, saying,
"The Wind crosses the desert, and so can you."
"But, whenever I try, I am absorbed into the sand; and even if I dash myself at the desert, I can only go a little distance."
"The Wind does not dash itself against the desert sand."
"But the Wind can fly, and I cannot."
"You are thinking in the wrong way; trying to fly by yourself is absurd.
Allow the wind to carry you over the sand."

Water, air and light
"But how can that happen?"
"Allow yourself to be absorbed by the Wind."
The Stream protested that it did not want to lose its individuality in that way. If it did, it might not exist again.
This, said the Sand, was a form of logic, but it did not refer to reality at all. When the Wind absorbed moisture, it carried it over the desert, and then let it fall again like rain. The rain again became a river.
"But how",
asked the Stream,
"could it know that this was true?"
"It is so, and you must believe it, or you will simply be sucked down by the sands to form, after several million years, a quagmire."
"But if that is so, will I be the same river that I am today?"
"You cannot in any case remain the same stream that you are today. The choice is not open to you; it only seems to be open. The Wind will carry your essence, the finer part of you. When you become a river again at the mountains beyond the sands, men may call you by a different name; but you yourself, essentially, will know that you are the same. Today you call yourself such and such a river only because you do not know which part of it is even your essence."
So the Stream crossed the desert by raising itself into the arms of the welcoming Wind, which gathered it slowly and carefully upward, and then let it down with a gentle firmness, atop the mountains of a far-off land.
"Now,"
said the Stream,
"I have learned my true identity."
But it had a question, which it bubbled up as it sped along:
"Why could I not reason this out on my own; why did the Sands have to tell me?
What would have happened if I had not listened to the Sands?"
Suddenly a small voice spoke to the Stream. It came from a grain of sand.
"Only the Sands know, for they have seen it happen; moreover, they extend from the river to the mountain. They form the link, and they have their function to perform, as has everything. The way in which the stream of life is to carry itself on its journey is written in the Sands."
Quelle: ► Idries Shah (1924-1996) Persian Sufi teacher, spiritual author, The Sufis,
Jonathan Cape (UK), Octagon Press, 1964, S. 292-293, Anchor, 1971

Dispute between a man and a lion

  • A man and a lion traveled together through the forest. They began to boast of their respective superiority to each other in strength and prowess. As they were disputing, they passed a statue carved in stone, which depicted a lion strangled by a Man. The man pointed to it and said:
    "See there! How strong we are, and how we prevail over the king of beasts."
The lion replied:
"This statue was made by one of you men. If we lions erected statues, you would see the man placed under the paw of the lion."
Aesop (620-560 BC) ancient Greek slave, storyteller, Aesop's Fables

Debating life after delivery?

In a mother's womb were two babies. One asked the other:

"Do you believe in life after delivery?"

The other replied,

"Why, of course. There has to be something after delivery. Maybe we are here to prepare ourselves for what we will be later."
"Nonsense",

said the first.

"There is no life after delivery. What kind of life would that be?"

The second said,

"I don't know, but there will be more light than here. Maybe we will walk with our legs and eat from our mouths. Maybe we will have other senses that we can’t understand now."

The first replied,

"That is absurd. Walking is impossible. And eating with our mouths? Ridiculous! The umbilical cord supplies nutrition and everything we need. But the umbilical cord is so short. Life after delivery is to be logically excluded."

The second insisted,

"Well I think there is something and maybe it’s different than it is here. Maybe we won't need this physical cord anymore."

The first replied,

"Nonsense. And moreover if there is life, then why has no one has ever come back from there? Delivery is the end of life, and in the after-delivery there is nothing but darkness and silence and oblivion. It takes us nowhere."
"Well, I don’t know,"

said the second,

"but certainly we will meet Mother and she will take care of us."

The first replied,

"Mother? You actually believe in Mother? That’s laughable. If Mother exists then where is She now?"

The second said,

"She is all around us. We are surrounded by her. We are of Her. It is in Her that we live. Without Her this world would not and could not exist."

Said the first:

"Well I don’t see Her, so it is only logical that She doesn’t exist."

To which the second replied,

"Sometimes, when you’re in silence and you focus and you really listen, you can perceive Her presence, and you can hear Her loving voice, calling down from above."

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Quotes on Stories

Personal avowals

  • I think of a story as something you can pass down, like blood or genes. Family mythologies are as important as family heirlooms, and they become part of a family’s identity. Jackie Kay (*1961) Scottish Scottish poet laureate, novelist, source unknown
  • Everyone tells a story with his own addition, knowing his hearers like it. Aristotle (384-322 BC) classical Greek pre-Christian philosopher, physician, scientist, misogynist, treatise Poetics, 335 BC

 

  • All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique.
    All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up.
    James Baldwin (1924-1987) US afroamerican social critic, playwright, essayist, short story writer, novelist, cited in: Article The Precarious Vogue of Ingmar Bergman, presented by the US American men's fashion and lifestyle magazine Esquire, April 1960, republished in collection of essays The Price of the Ticket, St. Martin's Press, 1985

 

  • People who have experienced nothing love to tell stories while people who have experienced a great deal suddenly have no stories to tell at all. Daniel Kehlmann (*1975) Austrian-German writer, Fame, Rowohlt Verlag, 2009, English version, 2010

Humans are biologically wired to stories.

Stories configuring human nature
༺༻Facts and features concerning storiesRemark
1.Biologically prepared for stories, human nature depends on evolutionarily crucial stories. Humans feel and think in story-logic. Story-causality configures human reaction-biology.
2.Like the human language instinct, the human story drive – inborn hunger to hear and make stories – emerges untutored.
3.Every culture bathes its children in stories. They are to educate children's emotions explain how the world works.
4.Story patterns are a form of grammar – language patterning the character types, plots, and norms important in human culture.
5.Delivering feelings free of charge, stories free humans from the limits of direct experience.
6.Stories the world over are almost always about people with problems.Story = character(s) + predicament(s) + struggles(s)
7.Story patterns transmit, often tacitly, social rules and norms (like expected/approved behavior, violations).
8.The human mind is a story processor, not a logic processor. Logic inside stories is easier to apply.Wason’s Test: ~10% solve it as a logic puzzle, whereas 70-90% solve it when it’s presented as a story, involving social-rule cheating.
9.Social-rule monitoring was evolutionarily crucial.Other people are the most important part of our environment.
10.Social acceptance shaped ancestral survival. Violating social rules could mean exile or exclusion from group benefits (protection, big-game, etc).
11.Darwin saw how biologically active the stories in our social environments are. Hindus suffer for consciously consuming unclean food, not so if eaten unknowingly.
12.Not the food itself, the story of the food, causes "soul shaking." Story-causality triggers the emotional biology. Physiology can interact with stories like they're real threats.
13.Stories configure the emotional/physiological triggers and reactions expected in human culture.
14.Science of human nature, that ignores how important stories are in shaping what and how humans think and feel, is false.
15.Nature shaped humans to be ultra-social and self-deficient. Hence humans care deeply about character and plot.
Reference: ► Article How Stories Configure Human Nature, presented by Big Think, Jag Bhalla, 12. December 2016
See also:
Seventeen stories in life
Stories ⇔ narratives

 

Links to stories / Geschichtensammlung

External web links (engl.)


Excerpted from: A Christmas Carol, Chapman & Hall, London, 19. December 1843


Audio and video links (engl.) – Humorous stories

  • Video presentation by storyteller Irving Rothstein, Nasrudin's "Perfect Woman", YouTube movie, 1:20 minutes duration, posted 15. October 2006

 

Interne Links

Englisch Wiki

Hawkins

 

 

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