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Autistics voices in Climate Action
2 months ago
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To a disciple who begged for wisdom, the Master said, "Try this out: close your eyes and see yourself and every living being thrown off the top of a precipice. Each time you cling to something to stop yourself from falling, understand that it is falling too..."The disciple tried it out and never was the same again.
The Master ordinarily dissuaded people from living in a monastery."To profit from books you don't have to live in a library", he would say.Or even more forcefully. "You can read books without even stepping into a library: and practice spirituality without ever going to a temple."
To the women who complained that riches hadn't made her happy, the Master said, "You speak as if luxury and comfort were ingredients of happiness; whereas all you need to be really happy, my dear, is something to be enthusiastic about."
To everyones surprise, the master seemed unenthusiastic about religious education for the young.When asked why, he said, "Inoculate them when they are young and you prevent them from catching the real thing when they grow up."
The Master was always teaching that guilt is an evil emotion to be avoided like the very devil."But are we not to hate our sins", a disciple said one day."When you are guilty, it is not your sins you hate but yourself"
The Master had been on his deathbed in a coma for weeks. One day, he suddenly opened his eyes to find his favorite disciple there."You never leave my bedside, do you?", he said softly"No, Master. I cannot""Why?""Because you are the light of my life."The Master sighed. "Have I so dazzled you, my son, that you still refuse to see the light in you?"
"If you make me your authority," said the Master to a starry eyed disciple, "you harm yourself because you refuse to see things for yourself."After a pause, he added gently, "You harm me too, because you refuse to see me as I am."
To a group of his disciples whose hearts were set on a pilgrimage, the Master said: "Take this bitter gourd along. Make sure you dip it into all the holy rivers and bring it into all the hold shrines."When the disciples returned, the bitter gourd was cooked and served as sacramental gourd."Strange", said the Master slyly after he had tasted it, "the hold water and the shrines have failed to sweeten it!"
He was a religous writer and was interested in the master's views."How does one discover god?"Said the Master sharply, "Through making the heart white with silent meditation, not making paper black with religious composition."And, turning to his scholarly disciples, he teasingly added, "Or making the air thick with learned conversation."
"Where can I find God?""He is right in front of you.""Then, why do I fail to see him?"Later the Master said, "Find out what it is that makes you drunk. To see, you must be sober."
"Make a clean break with your past and you will be enlightened", said the Master."I am doing that by degrees.""Growth is achieved by degrees. Enlightenment is instantaneous."Later he said, "Take the leap! You cannot cross the chasm in little jumps."
To the disciple who was overly respectful, the master said,"Light is reflected on a wall. Why venerate the wall? Be attentive to the light."
The master once asked his disciples which was more important, wisdom or action.The disciples were unanimous: "Action, of course. Of what use is wisdom that does not show itself in action?"Said the master,"And of what use is action that proceeds from an unenlightened heart?"
"You are so proud of your intelligence", said the master to a disciple."You are like the condemned man who his proud of the vastness of his prison cell"
"I wish to become a teacher of the truth""Are you ready to be ignored, ridiculed and starving till you are 45""I am. But, tell me, what will happen after I am 45""You will get used to it"
Even though it was the Master's day of Silence, a traveller begged for a word of wisdom that would guide him through life's journey.The Master nodded affably, took a sheet of paper and wrote a single word on it: "Awareness"The visitor was perplexed. "That's too brief. Would you please expand on it a bit?"The master took the paper and wrote "Awareness, awareness, awareness"'But what do these words mean?', said the stranger helplessly.The Master reached out for the paper and wrote: "Awareness, awareness, awareness means AWARENESS."