The tale of onion

THE TALE OF THE ONION.

 ONCE THERE WAS A GARDEN FULL OF VEGETABLES AND FRUIT TREES.  LIKE SITTING IN THE SHADOW OF THE TREES.  BUT ONE GOOD DAY, SOME SPECIAL ONIONS BEGAN TO BE BORN.  EACH ONE HAD A DIFFERENT COLOR;  RED, YELLOW, ORANGE, PURPLE ... THE COLORS WERE STUNNING, LIKE THE COLOR OF A LOOK OR A BEAUTIFUL MEMORY.

 AFTER SEVERAL INVESTIGATIONS, IT TURNED OUT THAT EVERY ONION HAD A PRECIOUS STONE INSIDE THE SAME HEART.  THIS HAD A TOPAZ, ANOTHER A RUBY, ANOTHER AN EMERALD ... BUT FOR SOME INCOMPRISIBLE REASON IT STARTED TO SAY THAT IT WAS DANGEROUS, INADEQUATE AND EVEN SHAME.  TOTAL THAT THE BEAUTIFUL ONIONS HAD TO BEGIN TO HIDE THEIR GEMSTONE WITH LAYERS, EACH TIME DARKER AND UGLY, TO HIDE HOW THEY WERE INSIDE.

 UNTIL BECOMING VULGAR ONIONS AND EVEN OTHERS, THEY OPTED TO HIDE IN THE EARTH AGAIN.  A WISE MAN WHO LIKED TO SIT IN THE SHADOW OF THE ORCHARD PASSED BY THERE AND WHO UNDERSTOOD THE LANGUAGE OF ONIONS, STARTED TALKING TO EACH ONE OF THEM AND ASKED THEM:

 SAGE: WHY DON'T YOU SHOW YOURSELF AS YOU ARE ON THE INSIDE?

 SOME ANSWERED: BECAUSE THEY FORCED ME TO BE LIKE THAT ...

 OTHERS ... I DON'T KNOW, BUT THEY TAUGHT ME TO LOOK LIKE OTHERS ...

 OTHERS ... BECAUSE THE REJECTION HURTS ME ...

 EVERYONE AGREED THAT THE LAYERS WERE PUTTING OTHER "NORMAL" LAYERS ON THEM AND EVEN THEY WERE DOING IT TO AVOID THEY LABELING THEM AS SOMETHING "RARE"

 THE WISE BEGIN TO CRY, THINKING ABOUT THE "ATROCITY" THAT WAS BEING EATEN WITH SUCH VALUABLE ONIONS AND WHEN PEOPLE SAW HIM CRYING, THEY THOUGHT THAT CRYING BEFORE THE ONIONS WAS WISE.  THAT'S WHY FROM THAT DAY, EVERYONE CRIES WHEN AN ONION OPENS ITS HEART TO US.

All is well In my World with HIS grace

I was at a store today and heard a loud crash and something shattering. Being nosy, I walked towards the sound and saw some people whispering and looking back to the end of the next aisle.

 When I walked down that aisle, I saw an older lady had hit a shelf and many things had fallen to the ground and broken..

 She was kneeling on the floor embarrassed, frantically trying to clean up.

 I felt so bad for her. Everyone was just standing there staring at her. So I went and knelt beside her and told her not to worry and started helping her pick up the broken pieces.😥 After about a minute, the store manager came and knelt beside us and said, “Leave it, we will clean this up.” 

The lady, totally embarrassed said, “I need to pay for all this.” The manager smiled, helped her to her feet and said, “No ma’am, we have insurance for this, you do not have to pay anything!” If you have read this far, give me another minute..🤗

Wherever you are, close your eyes, and imagine God doing the same for you! 

Imagine the broken pieces of your mistakes or the pieces of your broken heart from all the blows life has thrown at you all over the floor and you’re there trying to collect all of the pieces and fix them yourself. 🙋

Now imagine God comes and kneels right down beside you, smiles and says to you, “Leave it all there, I will clean this up for you.”

He loves you that much and wants to put all of those pieces back together if you will let Him! With Him we have this insurance and it’s called GRACE! It’s free! All you have to do is ask Him to help you, and to heal you. He’s faithful, I promise! ❤️

 *🌹ALL IS WELL IN MY WORLD 🌹*

The lesson for new year-HIS hands are Bigger

 *Whatever comes your way as you journey into the New Year, remember the lesson of this story...*👇

A little boy and his father visited the country store, and upon leaving the store, the owner of the store offered the little boy some free Sweets... “Get a hand full of Sweets", the merchant said to the boy.

The boy just stood there looking up at his father. The owner repeated himself:- “Son get a hand full of Sweets... it’s free.” Again the boy did not move, continuing to look up in the face of his father.

Finally the father reached into the candy jar and got a hand full of Sweets and gave it to his son.

As they walked back home, the father stopped and asked his son why he did not grab a hand full of the free candy. The boy with a big smile on his face looked into the face of his father and said:- *“Because I know that your HAND is BIGGER than mine.”*

So, whatever your needs are  for 2021, please place them in the FATHER'S HAND IN HEAVEN,* because HIS HAND is BIGGER THAN YOURS.

The Sun and The Cave

"One day the sun and a cave struck up a conversation. The sun had trouble understanding what “dark” meant and the cave didn’t quite get the hang of “light and clear” so they decided to change places.

The cave went up to the sun and said, “Ah, I see, this is beyond wonderful. Now come down and see where I have been living.” 

The sun went down to the cave and said, “Gee, I don’t see any difference

When the sun went down, it took its light along and even the darkest corners were illuminated. That's why the sun couldn't see any difference. 

I love one of the quotes from an old book that said "The enlightened ones can never be sent to hell or pushed into darkness. They carry their heaven on their shoulders all the time".

We thought that heaven is a place where were we are supposed to go, perhaps it was a state of mind we were supposed to achieve.

If you are full of darkness within, full of negativity, fear and doubt, you become a cave unknowingly. It's a hell within and no matter how much you accumulate, you still remain hollow. 

If you are illuminated like the sun, then the darkness of the cave wouldn't matter. You could be in the worse of circumstances, you'll still be able to find a blessing somewhere.

RUN THE DISHWASHER TWICE.

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When I was at one of my lowest (mental) points in life, I couldn’t get out of bed some days. I had no energy or motivation and was barely getting by.

I had therapy once per week, and on this particular week I didn’t have much to ‘bring’ to the session. He asked how my week was and I really had nothing to say.

“What are you struggling with?” he asked.

I gestured around me and said “I dunno man. Life.”

Not satisfied with my answer, he said “No, what exactly are you worried about right now? What feels overwhelming? When you go home after this session, what issue will be staring at you?”

I knew the answer, but it was so ridiculous that I didn’t want to say it.

I wanted to have something more substantial.

Something more profound.

But I didn’t.

So I told him, “Honestly? The dishes. It’s stupid, I know, but the more I look at them the more I CAN’T do them because I’ll have to scrub them before I put them in the dishwasher, because the dishwasher sucks, and I just can’t stand and scrub the dishes.”

I felt like an idiot even saying it.

What kind of grown ass woman is undone by a stack of dishes? There are people out there with *actual* problems, and I’m whining to my therapist about dishes?

But my therapist nodded in understanding and then said:

“RUN THE DISHWASHER TWICE.”

I began to tell him that you’re not supposed to, but he stopped me.

“Why the hell aren’t you supposed to? If you don’t want to scrub the dishes and your dishwasher sucks, run it twice. Run it three times, who cares?! Rules do not exist, so stop giving yourself rules.”

It blew my mind in a way that I don’t think I can properly express.

That day, I went home and tossed my smelly dishes haphazardly into the dishwasher and ran it three times.

I felt like I had conquered a dragon.

The next day, I took a shower lying down.

A few days later. I folded my laundry and put them wherever the fuck they fit.

There were no longer arbitrary rules I had to follow, and it gave me the freedom to make accomplishments again.

Now that I’m in a healthier place, I rinse off my dishes and put them in the dishwasher properly. I shower standing up. I sort my laundry.

But at a time when living was a struggle instead of a blessing, I learned an incredibly important lesson:

THERE ARE NO RULES.

RUN THE DISHWASHER TWICE!!! STOP GIVING YOURSELF RULES!!!

The Real meaning of Kurukshetra war

 It is said in the texts that 80% of the fighting male population of the civilization was wiped out in the eighteen days #Mahabharata war.

Sanjay, at the end of the war went to the spot where the greatest war took place; Kurukshetra.

He looked around and wondered if the war really happened, if the ground beneath him had soaked all that blood, if the great Pandavas and Krishna stood where he stood.

“You will never know the truth about that!” said an aging soft voice.

Sanjay turned around to find an Old man in saffron robes appearing out of a column of dust. 

“I know you are here to find out about the Kurukshetra war, but you cannot know about that war till you know what the real war is about.” the Old man said enigmatically.

“What do you mean?” 

"The Mahabharata is an Epic, a ballad, perhaps a reality, but definitely a philosophy."

The Old man smiled luring Sanjay into more questions.

“Can you tell me what the philosophy is then?” Sanjay requested.

"Sure." began the Old man. 

"The Pandavas are nothing but your five senses, sight, smell, taste, touch and sound...and do you know what the Kauravas are?" he asked narrowing his eyes. 

 "The Kauravas are the hundred vices that attack your senses everyday but you can fight them... and do you know how?

Sanjay shook his head again.

“When Krishna rides your chariot!”

The Old man smiled brighter and Sanjay gasped at that gem of insight.

"Krishna is your inner voice, your soul, your guiding light and if you let your life in his hands you have nothing to worry."

Sanjay was stupefied but came around quickly with another question.

“Then why are Dronacharya and Bhishma fighting for the Kauravas, if they are vices?”

The Old man nodded, sadder for the question. 

"It just means that as you grow up, your perception of your elders change. The elders who you thought were perfect in your growing up years are not all that perfect. They have faults. And one day you will have to decide if they are for your good or your bad.  Then you may also realize that you may have to fight them for the good. It is the hardest part of growing up and that is why the Geeta is important."

Sanjay slumped down on the ground, not because he was tired but because he could understand and was struck by  the enormity of it all. 

 "What about Karna?" he whispered.

“Ah!” said the Old man. “You have saved the best for last. Karna is the brother to your senses, he is desire, he is a part of you but stands with the vices. He feels wronged and makes excuses for being with the vices as your desire does all the time. Does your desire not give you excuses to embrace vices?"

Sanjay nodded silently. He looked at the ground, consumed with a million thoughts, trying to put everything together and then when he looked up the Old man was gone.... He had disappeared in the column of dust..... leaving behind the great philosophy of Life!