Introduction
It took me two decades to realize there are two ways to enlightenment. The difficult and short and the easier and long. Or vice versa for you.
There is no need to walk both paths but I had to, in order to be able to make the comparison and come here to tell you that you really would want to choose the easier path.
But most of you will not be able to, like I wasn't! Prove me wrong. Please!
The short path to enlightenment is simple. Read the following story that I have written, breathe in the words, the photos which I have carefully selected, do not try to understand the meaning, and then go out, live your life, celebrate it, and there will come a point when you will be enlightened.
The longer path would be to keep reading, learning, studying, exploring, implementing, every word that I will be writing, in every article that I will be publishing on my blog, since it was launched and until you will read the words "The end".
The first path has been so very difficult to my mind, who wanted to know about every step of the way. But I do not regret walking it, as the journey has been intriguing and interesting. Whichever path you decide to walk, you can be sure that you are not alone on your way.
THE NOTHING
A story of enlightenment which you don't want to understand
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In the first millennia, the Guru was sitting on a wooden bench under a maple tree and waited for his girlfriend. When the girlfriend came the Guru welcomed his loved one with a thought and a deep penetrating insight. "Who are you?" asked the girl, and the Guru answered, "I am the Guru". The girl stayed for a little longer and left, never to return. Thanks to his great wisdom the Guru knew that the girlfriend was afraid she would not be good enough for him.
And the Guru was sad.
For he was alone.
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In the second millennia, a Guru was conversing with a magician woman whom he recently had met. "I will teach you everything I know", promised a Guru. But alas, the beloved woman did not bother to stay and hurried to flee. Thanks to his great powers a Guru knew that the magician woman whom he loved so dearly was afraid that his knowledge would destroy her.
And a Guru was sad.
For he was alone.
Again.
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In the third millennia, nothing met a beautiful woman. "I am afraid", said the beautiful woman, and the nothing smiled. "What will happen to us?," asked the beautiful woman, and a nothing replied, "Indeed, would you like to dance with me?" Nothing smelled the pretty woman's hair as it caressed his face while they were dancing close; nothing touched the graceful woman's soft figure while she leaned against him as they were moving; nothing remembered a bench, and a maple tree, a conversation, and a Guru.
"Who are you?" asked the Guru.
A contest will take place in 6 days. Are you ready?
In the first millennia, the Guru was sitting on a wooden bench under a maple tree and waited for his girlfriend. When the girlfriend came the Guru welcomed his loved one with a thought and a deep penetrating insight. "Who are you?" asked the girl, and the Guru answered, "I am the Guru". The girl stayed for a little longer and left, never to return. Thanks to his great wisdom the Guru knew that the girlfriend was afraid she would not be good enough for him.
And the Guru was sad.
For he was alone.
credit: pixabay
In the second millennia, a Guru was conversing with a magician woman whom he recently had met. "I will teach you everything I know", promised a Guru. But alas, the beloved woman did not bother to stay and hurried to flee. Thanks to his great powers a Guru knew that the magician woman whom he loved so dearly was afraid that his knowledge would destroy her.
And a Guru was sad.
For he was alone.
Again.
credit: pixabay
In the third millennia, nothing met a beautiful woman. "I am afraid", said the beautiful woman, and the nothing smiled. "What will happen to us?," asked the beautiful woman, and a nothing replied, "Indeed, would you like to dance with me?" Nothing smelled the pretty woman's hair as it caressed his face while they were dancing close; nothing touched the graceful woman's soft figure while she leaned against him as they were moving; nothing remembered a bench, and a maple tree, a conversation, and a Guru.
"Who are you?" asked the Guru.
A contest will take place in 6 days. Are you ready?