One day a young Buddhist on his journey home came to the banks of a wide river. Staring hopelessly at the great obstacle in front of him, he pondered for hours on just how to cross such a wide barrier.
Just as he was about to give up his pursuit to continue his journey he saw a great teacher on the other side of the river. The young Buddhist yells over to the teacher, “Oh wise one, can you tell me how to get to the other side of this river”?
The teacher ponders for a moment looks up and down the river and yells back, “My son, you are on the other side”.
PC was the the little boy in preschool who was happiest when he was drawing and coloring. He drew mountains. He drew the sun. He drew fishes, and flowers and rivers and waterfalls. He dreamt of shiny stars and swirling leaves. His teachers loved him.
“Oh he’s such a sensitive child, the other day I had a bandage around my finger and he came up and kissed it and told me I’d be fine” said one teacher.
Another laughed and remarked “Cheerful little creature. Always ready to lend a helping hand”
“And there’s wisdom too. Almost as if he’s divine, the things he says….” the Principal leaned forward to listen about the Page of Cups”
“The other day I was teaching the class about washing hands. They were standing in a queue waiting for their turn on the taps. When his turn came he soaped his hands, shut the tap and turned to me and said. “I am saving water for my children”
My mom only had one eye. I hated her… She was such an embarrassment. She cooked for students and teachers to support the family.
There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me. I was so embarrassed.
How could she do this to me? I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school one of my classmates said, “EEEE, your mom only has one eye!”
I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear. I confronted her that day and said, “If you’re only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don’t you just die?”
My mom did not respond… I didn’t even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger. I was oblivious to her feelings.
I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her. So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study.
Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own. I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts. Then one day, my Mother came to visit me. She hadn’t seen me in years and she didn’t even meet her grandchildren.
When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited. I screamed at her, “How dare you come to my house and scare my children! GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!”
And to this, my mother quietly answered, “Oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address.” – and she disappeared out of sight.
One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity.
My neighbors said that she died. I did not shed a single tear. They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.
“My dearest son,
I think of you all the time. I’m sorry that I came to your house and scared your children.
I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you. I’m sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up.
You see……..when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with one eye. So I gave you mine.
I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye.
Once a king called upon all of his wise men and asked them, “Is there a mantra which works in every situation, in every circumstance, in every place and in every time – in every joy, every sorrow, every defeat, and every victory – one answer for all questions? Something which can help me when none of you is able to advise me? Tell me, is there any mantra?”
All the wise men were puzzled by the King’s question. After a lengthy discussion, an old man suggested something which appealed to all of them. They went to the King and gave him a ring with words engraved into it, with a condition that the King was not to read it out of curiosity. Only if, in extreme danger, when the King finds himself alone and there seems to be no way out, only then he can read it. The King wore the ring without reading the engraving.
Some time later, the neighbors attacked the kingdom. The King and his army fought bravely but lost the battle. The King fled on his horse and the enemies followed him. The King found himself standing at the mouth of a deep ditch. If he jumped into it, there would be no way out. The sound of the enemy horses were approaching fast and the King became restless. There was nowhere else to go.
The King remembered his ring and about the engraving. He decided to read the message. “This, too, shall pass.” The King read it again and again until something struck him. Yes! This, too, will pass. Only a few days ago, I was enjoying my kingdom; I was the mightiest of all the Kings. Yet today, the Kingdom and all its pleasures are gone. I am trying to flee from my enemies. But just as those days of luxuries have gone, this time of danger will pass, too. Calm came over the King. He remained still and silent. The King looked around at the place where he was standing and realized how beautiful it was. He had never known that such a beautiful place existed in his Kingdom.
The revelation of the ring’s message had a great effect on him. He relaxed and forgot about his pursuing enemies. After a while, he realized that the noise of galloping horses had receded and that his enemies had lost him. The King gathered himself and reorganized his shambled forces and fought again. He defeated the enemy and reclaimed his empire. When he returned to the city after the victory, he was received with much fanfare. The whole capital was rejoicing and everyone was in a festive mood. Flowers rained down upon the King from every house, from every terrace as he trotted by. People were dancing and singing. In this moment the King thought to himself, “I am one of the bravest and greatest Kings. It is not easy to defeat me.” In all of the celebration an ego emerged in the King.
Then a ray of sunlight caught the King’s ring and sharply flashed into his eye reminding him of its message, “This, too, shall pass.”
He lowered his gaze and his valiant expression changed to one of humility. He realized, again, that if this, too, is going to pass, it is not yours. The defeat was not yours. The victory was not yours. You are just a player. Everything passes by. We are witnesses of all of this. We are the beholders. Happiness comes and goes. Sorrow comes and goes. And Life? This, too, shall pass.
Tonight she contemplated jumping off the 18th floor. She stood out on the foggy night and stared down the misty floors leading to nothingness.
A chill ran up her spine.
She remembered the image of the man on TV who stood on the ledge while someone stuck his head out of the window and talked. Something that man said made the suicidal man change his mind and walk towards the window.
How she wished she could be rescued tonight.
She walked indoors.
The man she loved was not ready for marriage and had blocked her on social media, her heart was now broken into an unrecognisable mess. Her mobile phone was her salvation. She scrolled mindlessly, seeking connection, a reason to live.
After many calls to many cold and bland souls, she heard a voice tell her “child you are no less than the trees and the stars, you have a right to be here.“
The fog lifted. Someone cared. The tears of gratitude eased the pain, healing her.
There was this
greedy CEO of a major Corporation who received a huge salary and bonuses
based on how much the Corporation made in profit that year; the more
the Corporation made, the bigger his bonus. Over the past years he did
all he could to maximize profit, increase his bonus. He started paying
workers lower wages while laying off many of the longtime employees; he
closed local plants while opening plants in other countries where he
could pay workers even less; he cut the quality of the product while
increasing productivity requirements on those who were left; he used
every tax loophole he could to save money while moving profits overseas
and hiding assets. He thought to himself, ‘If I only had more money, I
could do so many things I have always wanted to do; I’d be so much
happier If I only had more. How can I increase the profits to the
Corporation so I can make a huge bonus at the end of this year?’ After
spending all day, into the evening, thinking of ways, it hit him –
Inversion. He would re-incorporate the company overseas in order to cut
the tax burden on Corporate profits. This would allow the Corporation to
save hundreds of millions in tax liabilities and pad his pocket with a
multi-million-dollar bonus, and the Stockholders would be happy with a
large dividend; everyone would be happy, except the workers.’ He looked
into the mirror and smiled, ‘I will have so much more money and live the
life I always wanted without all this pressure.’ He was excited,
because he would finally live a better life.”
“It was late, and
he was tired. Before going to bed he emailed several people to get the
ball rolling. As he started to fall asleep he heard the voice of the
Divine, ‘You’re such a jerk, tonight is your last night on earth. Now,
ask yourself who will get that fat bonus check?’
This is what
happens when you live your life for greed; you’re always pushing for
more things, thinking things will make happy. But all it does is make
you miss out on living, on helping others. You keep saying to yourself,
‘Only if I just had a little more I would be happier.’ Never once
realizing that a simple life is better. When you fill your life with
things, you have no room for the Divine. Dump the things and make room
for the Divine.”
Outside Cajole was smiling and congratulating the new Partner in the law firm.
Inside she burned
The new partner was her junior. 2 years and 6 months to be exact. And this five foot nothing was so good at her game she gobbled up anyone else’s chances of rising up the ranks. Cajole dug her nails into her fists. Her french manicure blunted out the pain.
Seething with anger, her eyes became smouldering rocks.
A silent explosion took place.
In the middle of the office party celebrating the youngest and newest partner, no-one noticed the pile of ashes in the corner that were once Cajole. One person did say there was a bitter smell in the air.
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.
“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 email@example.com for details
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!
“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.