To Iswari The Warrior

[Guest guest]

Namaste Iswari,

 

Thank you for sharing this story - it speaks volumes about the power of

avoiding negativity... and the power of silence. It reminds me of a situation

in my personal life in a way.

 

For years I had many problems getting along with my mother. She would always

insult and humiliate me. I grew up, and finally decided to just ignore her and

let her expend all of her negative energy in vain. Since then, and since her

finally realizing that SHE is the one left with that negative energy, and that

I've not absorbed any of it... she rarely talks to me in such a manner.

 

Again, thank you for sharing this with us!

 

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((¸¸..´ ...´ -:¦:- ..::Brightest Blessings::..

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ammasiswari

Ammachi

Thursday, September 15, 2005 4:33 PM

Re: The blame game

 

There once lived a great warrior. Though quite old, he still was able to

defeat any

challenger. His reputation extended far and wide throughout the land and many

students

gathered to study under him.

 

One day an infamous young warrior arrived at the village. He was determined to

be the

first man to defeat the great master. Along with his strength, he had an

uncanny ability to

spot and exploit any weakness in an opponent. He would wait for his opponent

to make

the first move, thus revealing a weakness, and then would strike with

merciless force and

lightning speed. No one had ever lasted with him in a match beyond the first

move.

 

Much against the advice of his concerned students, the old master gladly

accepted the

young warrior's challenge. As the two squared off for battle, the young

warrior began to

hurl insults at the old master. He threw dirt and spit in his face. For hours

he verbally

assaulted him with every curse and insult known to mankind. But the old

warrior merely

stood theremotionless and calm. Finally, the young warrior exhausted himself.

Knowing he

was defeated, he left feeling shamed.

 

Somewhat disappointed that he did not fight the insolent youth, the students

gathered

around the old master and questioned him. "How could you endure such an

indignity? How

did you drive him away?"

 

"If someone comes to give you a gift and you do not receive it," the master

replied, "to

whom does the gift belong?"