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Are you in love with the King of Cups?

11 Saturday May 2019

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As the sun went down she began to feel a little lost. The forest seemed denser, quieter with a deep underlying hum in the air. And the path was anything but smooth. She approached a small ditch surrounded by mossy rocks and algae – so very very slippery.

“Whoops”

“I got you”

A warm hand clasped her arm firmly. But it was too dark now to tell who it was. He felt safe. So safe she didn’t feel like rising from the pile of musty leaves, she was hoping he’d just pick her up.

And he did.

In his even warmer arms, he carried her across the forest in most delicious loving silence she could ever imagine. When they reached the road he put her down and she thanked him. They laughed a little and melted each other’s souls with their gazes. They knew they’d never feel this way with anyone else. And she knew she’d found her King.

One of the most loving men in the Tarot deck is the King of Cups, balanced, generous and with the gift of making a woman feel special and safe. If a King of Cups is significant in your life right now how about a Love Reading or Report to find out more about him and you. Get in touch with me at mita.bhan@gmail.com for details

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The Wounded Palate

10 Friday May 2019

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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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What’s so Funny? – Buddhist Short Story

04 Saturday May 2019

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Once a wise man held a seminar to teach people how to get rid of sorrows in their life. Many people gathered to hear the wise man’s words. The man entered the room and told a very funny joke to the crowd. The crowd roared in laughter.

After a couple of minutes he told them the same joke and only a few of them smiled.

When he told the same joke for the third time no one laughed anymore.

The wise man smiled and said,” You can’t laugh at the same joke over and over. So why do you cry over the same problem over and over?. Do something to change it. ”

Buddhist Story. Author Unknown

The Real You – A Short Story

26 Saturday Jan 2019

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Ranterella was in one of her moods again.

You’ll know what I mean when you hear her.

It begins with the bitter tone

And ends up in her shouting expletives.

Who left the door open?

Why did you go there?

What is wrong with people!

She stomped out with her headphones in the dark.

And  literally stumbled over a monk sitting on the grass.

“What are you doing here!!!” Ranterella screamed.

The monk smiled.

“Why are you blocking my way you stupid man. Get up!”

He listened to her intently, nodding away at her words.

Made Ranterella even more angry. She brought her face really close to his.

“Don’t you understand me?”

“Yes I do. Which is why I’m moving to the other end of the park.  Bye

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A little while later he heard footsteps and a softer voice ask him,

“What did you understand about me?”

The Monk knew the answer.

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She knew he understood.

And sat down next to him and  wept.

For everything she wanted from Life but did’nt get

For every single person who lied to her and betrayed her.

For the man who cheated her.

For the father who did not stand up for her.

For the Boss who played with her.

For the daughter who told her other people’s mommies don’t shout.

For the Knight in the Shining Armour who galloped away.

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“I know I know all this Buddhist stuff. Everybody’s going on about self love. La la la. ” she mocked.

The monk got up, dusted his robes and went towards the Neroli bush.

See this flower. He pointed to tiny pointed luminous petals.

She rolled her eyes.  Maybe she should plug in the headphones. And walk away from this weird old man.

But her gaze fell on that flower.

And instead of petals, she saw her own reflection.

A tiny mirror stared back at her.

She was shocked.

“WTF!!!!”

The monk suppressed his laughter. People always look so comical when they’re shocked.

Her reflection showed a young teenaged girl lying on the grass with a book.

Except she wasn’t reading.

She was dreaming about her true love.

She blinked hard. And the flower just disappeared into the night.

“What kind of trick is that?”

The monk stifled a yawn. It had been a long day. “No trick, that’s the real you”

Mita Bhan

Originally published in penmancy.com

This spiritual story was originally published  by Penmancy.com https://penmancy.com/the-real-you/?fbclid=IwAR1_48Ay3pCyDidKA2zehR7CJNjcAHJIdFTVVmmlynP3gStVIWQxAEi5SWo

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we present to you the Magician”

14 Friday Dec 2018

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The Magician strode past the crowd and climbed up on  stage. He gestured with his Selenite wand to the crowd to ask him any question.

One  man raised his hand. From his expression you could see the bitterness of age had begun to creep in and settle on the lines of his face, the remnants of frustration that linger after you give up on your dream. He spoke.

“Everybody’s doing well but me. People I trained have surpassed me. Even my younger cousins with start ups are getting successful. Why am I left behind?”

The crowd edged forward eagerly to listen to the Magician respond.

Instead the magnetic man on stage simply laughed and twirled his selenite wand like a baton. Bits of light radiated from the crystal.

With great flourish, the Magician leaned forward as if to whisper a secret.

“So what are you doing about things then?”

The man mumbled “I don’t know. Nothing I guess. All I know is I’m not getting paid enough by my company.”

The Magician smiled to himself.

“If you don’t do anything but complain, you’re not going to get anything are you?”

The man’s faced began to crumple like a baby before a meltdown. The Magician’s tone softened.

“Decide on what you want. Decide why you should get. And then go to your bosses for a raise. You will get it “

The crowd cheered. The Magician swished his wand around flamboyantly in the air and the shimmering lights descended on the people.He twirled in his cape and disappeared. A song began to play on stage while the sparkle dust danced for the audience.

“You can do magic

You can have anything that you desire” – America 1982

Is he an illusionist or a trickster? A glib showman or a wise old wizard?  In whatever form we choose to see the Magician card in the Tarot he comes to remind us that we have to manifest our own destiny. 

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What Will People Say?

10 Monday Dec 2018

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It was 7 pm. Her friend and her Dad had come to pick her up. She walked down the stairs in her new jeans and a touch of eyeshadow. She’d saved up for weeks to buy it and tonight’s party was the reason why. As she reached the door, her mother stopped her

“What’s that on your eyes?”

From the tone of her voice she knew her mother didn’t approve.

“What will people say?”

A dense grey fog of guilt descended on her.  Make up, short skirts, large necklines, smoking, laughing out loud were the marks of a “bad girl”. The kind of girl the neighbour’s would nudge and stare at. Who’d never find a good match to marry. Who’d bring her family shame. The voices in her head were suddenly silenced.

“I don’t know. I won’t be listening” she replied and waved out to the car that was at the gate.

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If you plant honesty – a short story

04 Tuesday Dec 2018

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what-is-a-seedA successful business man was growing old and knew it was time to choose a successor to take over the business.

Instead of choosing one of his Directors or his children, he decided to do something different. He called all the young executives in his company together.

He said, “It is time for me to step down and choose the next CEO. I have decided to choose one of you..”

The young executives were shocked, but the boss continued. “I am going to give each one of you a SEED today – one very special SEED… I want you to plant the seed, water it, and come back here one year from today with what you have grown from the seed I have given you. I will then judge the plants that you bring, and the one I choose will be the next CEO.”

One man, named Jim, was there that day and he, like the others, received a seed. He went home and excitedly, told his wife the story. She helped him get a pot, soil and compost and he planted the seed. Everyday, he would water it and watch to see if it had grown. After about three weeks, some of the other executives began to talk about their seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow.

Jim kept checking his seed, but nothing ever grew.

Three weeks, four weeks, five weeks went by, still nothing.

By now, others were talking about their plants, but Jim didn’t have a plant and he felt like a failure.

Six months went by — still nothing in Jim’s pot. He just knew he had killed his seed. Everyone else had trees and tall plants, but he had nothing. Jim didn’t say anything to his colleagues, however.

He just kept watering and fertilizing the soil – He so wanted the seed to grow.

A year finally went by and all the young executives of the company brought their plants to the CEO for inspection.

Jim told his wife that he wasn’t going to take an empty pot. But she asked him to be honest about what happened. Jim felt sick to his stomach, it was going to be the most embarrassing moment of his life, but he knew his wife was right. He took his empty pot to the board room. When Jim arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants grown by the other executives. They were beautiful — in all shapes and sizes. Jim put his empty pot on the floor and many of his colleagues laughed, a few felt sorry for him!

When the CEO arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted his young executives.

Jim just tried to hide in the back. “My, what great plants, trees, and flowers you have grown,” said the CEO. “Today one of you will be appointed the next CEO!”

All of a sudden, the CEO spotted Jim at the back of the room with his empty pot. He ordered the Financial Director to bring him to the front. Jim was terrified. He thought, “The CEO knows I’m a failure! Maybe he will have me fired!”

When Jim got to the front, the CEO asked him what had happened to his seed – Jim told him the story.

The CEO asked everyone to sit down except Jim. He looked at Jim, and then announced to the young executives, “Behold your next Chief Executive Officer!

His name is Jim!” Jim couldn’t believe it. Jim couldn’t even grow his seed.

“How could he be the new CEO?” the others said.

Then the CEO said, “One year ago today, I gave everyone in this room a seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it, water it, and bring it back to me today. But I gave you all boiled seeds; they were dead – it was not possible for them to grow.

All of you, except Jim, have brought me trees and plants and flowers. When you found that the seed would not grow, you substituted another seed for the one I gave you. Jim was the only one with the courage and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in it. Therefore, he is the one who will be the new Chief Executive Officer!”

* If you plant honesty, you will reap trust
* If you plant goodness, you will reap friends
* If you plant humility, you will reap greatness
* If you plant perseverance, you will reap contentment
* If you plant consideration, you will reap perspective
* If you plant hard work, you will reap success
* If you plant forgiveness, you will reap reconciliation
* If you plant faith in God, you will reap a harvest

So, be careful what you plant now; it will determine what you will reap later.

– Anonymous

 

 

The bowl of noodles

14 Wednesday Nov 2018

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President Xi Jing Peng of China said:
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As a small child , I was very *selfish*, always grabbing the best for myself.🙄
Slowly, everyone left me and I had no friends. I *didn’t think* it was my fault and I criticize others.🤔
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But my father gave me 3 sentences to *help* me in life.🤨
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One day, my father cooked 2 bowls of noodles and put them. on the table.🤔
One had an egg on top while the other bowl had none on top.🙂
Then he asked me to choose a bowl of noodles 🍜 .

Because eggs were hard to come by those days…. I chose the bowl with egg! 🙂🙂🙂

I was congratulating myself on my wise choice/decision and decided to wallop the egg….to my surprise as my father’s bowl of noodles had *two* eggs at the bottom of his bowl beneath the noodles ! 😀 😀

With much regret, I scolded myself for being too hasty in my decision.🤔🤔

My father smiled and *taught* me to remember that *what your eyes see may not be true*😇 .

He added that *If you make a habit of *taking advantage of people, you will end up losing*😇
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The next day, my father again cooked 2 bowls of noodles: one bowl with an egg on top and the other bowl with no egg on top.

Again, he asked to choose the bowl I wanted🤔

This time I felt smarter so I chose the bowl without any egg on top.🙂

Hmmmmmm to my surprise, there was not even a single egg at the bottom of the bowl!😱

Again, my father smiled and said to me, *My child, you must not always rely on experiences because sometimes, life can cheat you or play tricks on you*.

Never be too annoyed or sad, with situations, *just treat experience as learning a lesson experience that cannot be gotten from any textbooks.🤔🤔🙂
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The third day, my father again cooked 2 bowls of noodles, one bowl with an egg on top and the other with no egg on top.🤔🤨

He asked me to choose the bowl I wanted 🤔.

But this time, I told my father, *Dad, you choose first, you are the head of the family and you contribute the most to the family*.

My father was happy to and choose for me🙌🏽🙌🏽t

He chose the bowl with one egg on top, but as I ate my bowl of noodles, to my surprise! There were *two* eggs at the bottom of the bowl.👍🏽🙂
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My father smiled at me with love in his eyes, he said *my child, you must remember that when you think for the good of others, good things will always naturally happen to you*😇
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I always remember these 3 sentences of my father
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Xi Jing Peng

7 of Swords. Pants on Fire.

10 Saturday Nov 2018

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Clang! One of the swords fell out just as the thief was about to slip out the door.

“What was that sound?”

“Nothing” he squeaked shrilly, avoiding her gaze.

She bent down and picked up the fallen sword. It looked familiar, too familiar in fact. She had heard the story a hundred times before from a hundred different faces with a hundred different masks of innocence.

He smiled nervously, shifting ever so slightly and proceeded to give her a chronological sequence of events as to how he got the sword, how he felt it needed a little polishing, and how he managed to get a discount at the polishing shop, so well he thought it would be a nice gift to return, you know a polished sword.

His words sounded rehearsed. Too perfect.

“I don’t believe you” she said calmly.

She caught a fleeting glimpse of anger on his face. The mask was dropping. He roared at her for never believing him. Called her names. Ranted and raged. Loudly proclaimed his inoccence. And ran for his life into the night.

(Although there are many meanings around the 7 of Swords I’ve always found the definition “the liar, the thief and the conman” to be the most appropriate description)

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The Gurus of Patience

13 Saturday Oct 2018

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The Gurus of Patience

Christmas time at a busy airport.

The queue was endless.

And the passengers were getting impatient.

The officials at the immigration counter didn’t care.

They sipped their tea and chatted.

While a few voices cried out “We’re going to miss our flight!”

And babies yelled, sick of being carried, yearning to run free on their tiny feet.

One group of men in saffron robes stood apart.

in their demeanour.

Totally unaffected by the chaos, the crowds and the panic.

They held on to their passports and stood calmly, smiling inside.

They knew, their turn would come, in time.

It was pointless to shove and to shout.

Everybody goes where they are meant to go, when the time is right.

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