16 Friday Sep 2022
Posted in Mita Bhan Writings, Relationship, Short Story, Spiritual Fiction, Tarot
The Week Ahead for your Sun Sign
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Mita Bhan 2022
03 Wednesday Aug 2022
Posted in Love, Short Story, Spiritual Fiction
20 Monday Jun 2022
Posted in LifeLearnings, Mita Bhan Writings, Short Story, Spiritual Fiction
One day an older lady came to meet the wise sage. She hobbled up to him slowly with the aid of an attendant and a walking stick. Upon seeing her, the sage rose with his hands folded offering her his seat.
“How can I help you?” he asked her, after waiting for her to settle down and catch her breath. She smiled and said “I have only come to thank you. The last time you met me I was crying about being alone and ignored by my own children. I was lost. And you told me I needed to find myself but I could only do that by losing something.
For several weeks I wondered what did I have to lose? My keys? My home? My mind? In my search to find out what I needed to lose I forgot about waiting for my children to remember me. I lost track of all the people who didn’t answer my calls. I lost my need to expect so much from my family and friends. I started finding myself.”Her eyes shone as she spoke “and you know what, some started remembering me without reminders. I feel so free now”
The Sage met her eyes, and raised his arms as if he were flapping his wings. The old lady joined in. Her laughter was as pure as childs.
Mita Bhan 2022
25 Wednesday May 2022
Posted in Inspiration, LifeLearnings, Mita Bhan Writings, Short Story
Buddha was travelling through the country accompanied by several people. One of these men decided to test Buddha and began responding negatively to everything Buddha said. For several days this man continued with disparaging, insulting and hurtful remarks. He verbally abused Buddha by calling him a fool and ridiculing him in any way he could.
After verbally abusing Buddha for three days, the man asked Buddha, “how can you continue to be so kind and loving when all I’ve done for the last three days is dishonor and offend you? With every rude and obnoxious remark you have always responded in a kind manner – How can this be?”
Buddha quietly turned to the man and asked this simple – yet profound question, “If someone offers you a gift, and you do not accept that gift, to whom the gift belongs?”
So if someone is offering you an unwelcome gift of rudeness, anger or hostility – Don’t accept it. As long as you do not accept it, there is no reason for you to be sad or angry about it as it does not belong to you – it belongs to them.
-Author Unknown
21 Saturday May 2022
Posted in Mita Bhan Writings, Short Story, Spiritual Fiction
Long long time ago there lived a little girl who was afraid. She never dared to step out and lived in the shadows. Her friends and family tried to call her out but she refused to move and instead watched the world go by through a tiny window in her room.
One day a yellow flower caught her eye, blossoming in the garden across her street – its yellow petals captivated her and left her amazed as it would move its head towards the sky following the sun. She was spellbound for days by this bold flower and longed to see it close up and caress its petals. “Is it fragrant?” She wondered as she lay in bed.
That night she had a dream that she was walking in a field full of these amazing flowers. She heard the sounds of joyous laughter and a voice said “Stand tall and strong and keep your eyes on the sun. You’ll never be afraid again”
The next morning as the sunlight streamed in her room, beams of light dancing on her face, she awoke, remembering her dream.
With a smile on her face and her heart beating fast, she opened the door and stepped outside to the park.
Where she was greeted by not one but dozens of flowers laughing as they welcomed her.
Mita Bhan 2022
12 Tuesday Apr 2022
Posted in Inspiration, LifeLearnings, Short Story, Teachers
06 Tuesday Jul 2021
Posted in Meditation, Short Story
“My meditation is horrible! I feel distracted, my body itches and I want to run away. I cannot sit still. My mind keeps chattering. I keep thinking of all the work I have to do!” complained the young monk to his teacher.
“It will pass” the teacher said matter of factly”
A week later the young monk returned “My meditation is wonderful I feel so calm and centred. Everything makes sense. i feel so connected with one and all. My body aches have gone. I feel eternity”
“It will pass” the teacher said matter of factly.
Author Unknown
08 Tuesday Dec 2020
Posted in Mita Bhan Writings, Short Story, Spiritual Fiction
The most delicious desserts will never sweeten the one with the bitter breath.
He will always complain.
“Oh the presentation is bad.
Too many berries!
Lousy chocolate
“Ugh it tastes horrible”
He will spit on your table, scrape the chair backward
And head for the door.
Before you look at the mess he’s left behind, please walk him to the door and thank him for coming
and do ask him if you could sample
one of his desserts.
He will mumble something about not knowing how to cook, or
not having the time, or not finding the recipe. He may even look you
in the eye and tell you he can’t make desserts. And how his Father told him he couldn’t do a darn thing.
And that’s when you catch a glimpse of a young boy who was never praised, or approved, or accepted or encouraged. The harsh critiques he gives others freely and shamelessly are nothing compared to his self critiques. And the voices he heard as a child – he heard them so much he began to believe them, and eventually spew them on others.
For a second he looks at the door knob before stepping out and asks you how he can start making desserts.
You tell him to start by approving of himself.
Chances are he’ll slam the door on you grumbling to himself about incompetent cooks who waste his precious money.
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06 Tuesday Oct 2020
Posted in Inspiration, Short Story, Teachers
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A man who had recently opened a shop had a large notice overhead which read FRESH FISH SOLD HERE. Along came a friend and said, “Why have you got ‘HERE’ on the board?” So he cut out the word ‘HERE’. Then another friend came along and said, “‘SOLD’? Of course it is sold. You are not giving it away, are you?” So out came the word ‘SOLD’.
A third came along and said, “‘FRESH FISH’? It has to be fresh. Who will buy stale fish from you? Cut out the word FRESH.”
The shopkeeper obliged. Now only the word ‘FISH’ remained on the board when a fourth man arrived and said, “‘FISH’? Fancy having that up! You can smell it a mile away.” The shopkeeper erased this last word on the board.
A fifth man arrived and said, “What’s the idea of hanging a blank board over the shop?” The shopkeeper removed the board.
A sixth man came on the scene and said, “You have opened such a big shop. Can’t you hang a board on it with a notice saying, ‘FRESH FISH SOLD HERE?’”
Now if you go on listening to people you will become more and more confused; that’s how you have become confused. Your confusion is this: that you have been listening to many kinds of people and they are all giving different advice. And I am not saying that they are not well-wishers; they are well-wishers, but not very conscious well-wishers, otherwise they would not give you advice. They would give you an insight, not advice. They would not tell you what to do and what not to do. They would help you to become more aware so that you can see yourself what has to be done and what has not to be done.
Osho, The Guest – Talks on Kabir, Ch 5, Q 6
05 Wednesday Aug 2020
Posted in Short Story, Spiritual Fiction
The Wise Woman’s Stone
A wise woman who was traveling in the mountains found a precious stone in a stream. The next day she met another traveler who was hungry, and the wise woman opened her bag to share her food. The hungry traveler saw the precious stone and asked the woman to give it to him. She did so without hesitation. The traveler left, rejoicing in his good fortune. He knew the stone was worth enough to give him security for a lifetime. But a few days later he came back to return the stone to the wise woman.“I’ve been thinking,” he said, “I know how valuable the stone is, but I give it back in the hope that you can give me something even more precious. Give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me something more precious. Give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me the stone.
Author Unknown
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