Siva! Siva!

[Guest guest]

Siva! Siva!

 

THERE was a Brahman convert to Christianity in one of the South Indian

towns. He had been a Saivite before conversion, but had been a pious

Christian for thirty years. At fifty, he was so imbued with the teachings of

his new religion that he publicly boasted that there was nothing left of the

old religion in him and challenged anybody to show him any such remnant.

 

A young psychologist took up the challenge. He asked the convert whether he

would agree to even painful tests. The convert replied that he would agree

to any test however painful. The psychologist asked the convert to shut his

eyes for ten minutes which he did. Then he had red hot irons brought and

branded the convert's right ioot with a red hot iron suddenly. The convert

unconsciously cried out in agonizing pain, 'Siva! Siva! Siva! Siva!' as the

hot iron burnt into his flesh.

 

'Ah,' said the psychologist triumphantly, 'the beliefs of your childhood

have prevailed over the convictions of later years. You called upon Siva in

your agony and not upon Christ.'

 

There was a king who was a follower of a Saint. Once his Guruji asked him to

show his treasure.

 

The king felt very happy and personally went and showed Guruji each and

every corner of his rich treasure.

 

It was a huge collection of Diamonds, Rubies and other precious stones.

 

The Guruji asked " How much profit you make from these stones? "

 

King: " Nothing. In fact I have to spend a lot on keeping a tight security

around them "

 

Guruji: " Let me show you a stone even more precious than these. "

 

King found a good way of spending some more time with his Guruji and started

walking with him.

 

After a long walk, they reached near the house of an old widow. She was

making flour using a grind-stone.

 

Guruji smiled and said to the king " This very stone makes flour for hungry

people and also helps this old lady make a living. Isn't this more precious

than all of your stones? "

 

" There is a great difference between being expensive and being useful. What

you call precious is only what you believe is expensive, those stones have

no value otherwise. This old rugged grind stone is helping people make a

living while your stones are wasting lot of unnecessary money just on

security. "

 

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With Love,

Ganesh Baba

 

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[Guest guest]

> 'Ah,' said the psychologist triumphantly, 'the beliefs of your childhood

> have prevailed over the convictions of later years. You called upon Siva in

> your agony and not upon Christ.'

 

Be careful. These kinds of stories and very negative an illusiory in the same

way that patriotism is illusiory. One must see God in all things, see love in

all things, and see that all paths are valid. Otherwise, it is simply a

xenophobia. There is hardly any truth to this story.

[Guest guest]

What you expressed is real to its true nature. It is not the name of the God,

but it is only the belief one has in him. Names and forms and stories like this

are many to keep the folk in their convenient innocence.