Soul Rock

I would love to share this little story with you.   Thank you for looking!  at one's individuality; at collctive consciousness; at the evolving universe!

There is a tale which is quite well known and popular among many students of spiritual masters.

The tale - I believe - originated from the mighty East.

There was once a soul - it is said - seated out in the countryside wondering how materialistic and scientific human life was on Earth..  This soul also wondered just how attainable God and heaven indeed were.

There came a commercial traveler, a very dignifed and knowledgable elderly man, who enjoyed taunting and even playing tricks on the unsuspecting and easily gullible.

"What are you doing here in one spot?" - asked the wise traveller.

"I have seen you here several times on different occassions.  What are you doing here?  Are you one of those who believe in the existence of soul, God, Spirit and all that nonsense?  Are you meditating?"

'No, not at all', answered the recluse - for a reculse indeed he was.

This young soul had tried his hand at various skills, and walks of life.

Now he had resolved to do a bit of research in the spiritual - by meditation - to see if there really was any truth in the myth of God, soul and heaven.

For three weeks, he had sat alone on a rock - at the foot of the mountain.

He did not have a guide, mentor or master - because he did not believe in them and he was afraid even to ask for help from any other oridinary person more knowledgeable than himself.  And he could not find anything.

'Are you then thinking about making money and survival of life?' - again asked the wise traveler.

'No - I believe neither in God nor materialsim.'

'What are you then?' - asken again the wise traveler.

'I do not know' - answered the recluse.

'I know what you are', said the wise traveller.  'You are not a soul - for there are no souls anywhere.  And there is no God.  So forget about God and heaven.  Forget about soul - you are none of that - you are but a rock!'

'So what do I do now?' asked the foolish reculse

'Do? What can a rock do? - just remain seated there on the rock.  And as rocks do come to their end one day, so you too shall, sooner or later, come to that end'.

'Thank you' said the recluse.

Now one day - another traveler strayed into his direction and enquired what business the recluse was doing.

'Nothing' was the answer.

'But you stay out here alone for days - do you have any family?

'No - I don't remember any.'

'What is your name?'

'I do not have any name' - was the answer.

The traveler tried by all means to draw some positive attitude and answer from the recluse, telling him there might be people who know him in town, even relatives.

'For what reason do I need humans or relatives?  What use would they be to me other than creating problems for me?

'But that is what human life is all about' said the traveler.

'And what is a human? asked the recluse, 'nothing but a rock!'

'Why a rock' asked the traveler.

'I know I am but a rock' - and no matter how hard the traveler tried to convince the recluse that he was a human and not a rock - he could not succeed - even a little.

Some time later, after several months, another traveler came to that rock where sat the recluse.

The recluse, by the way, was pure soul. 

This traveler of time and space, tried too - to move the recluse out of his psychological imprisonment but all in vain.  The recluse refused to hear anything and laughed contemptously at the concept of heaven and soul.  And he begged to be spared of the trash of the concepts of birth and death.

In the course of three centuries, the recluse  received many visitors.

Most of them were practical and/or scientifically minded beings who confirmed  to him that soul and heaven were all but a myth, misconceptions and completely without foundation.

So for a long long time this reclusive soul - having been placed under an engram, a kind of soul conditioning - remained seated upon the lonely rock - considering itself day and night as nothing but a rock - a rock that should dwell forever and one day come to perish upon and among the rocks of the mountain ranges - while other souls kept seeking for life experience and expressions.

What and who would it take - to awaken transformation in the rock?

I do believe in miracles.

And am ever so patient!