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Original Source: The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying by Sogyal Rinpoche
My Source: The Wickedly Wise Web (WWW).
Mulla Nasrudin and his wife went to Israel for their holidays and visited a nightclub in Tel Aviv. A comedian was on the bill who did his whole act in Hebrew. Nasrudin's wife sat through the comic's act in silence, but Nasrudin roared with laughter at the end of each joke.
"I did not know you understood Hebrew," she said to the Mulla when the comedian had concluded his act. "I don't," replied Nasrudin.
"Well, how come you laughed so much at his jokes?"
"Oh," said Nasrudin, "I trusted him."
And with that trust, life is changed once and for all!Sir Reginald, riding in a New York taxi, was challenged by the driver to solve a riddle: "This person I am thinking of has the same father that I have and the same mother, but it is not my sister and it is not my brother. Who is it?"
The Britisher thought for a moment, and then gave up.
"It is me," the cabdriver told him.
"By Jove! That's jolly good. I must try that on the chaps at my club!"
A month later he was sitting in London with his cigar-smoking cronies. He said, "Gentlemen, this individual I have in mind is not my brother and not my sister, yet this person has the same parents as I have -- who is it?"
After several thoughtful minutes, all the members conceded defeat. "Who is it?" one of them inquired. "Come on Reggie, give us the answer."
Reggie slapped his knees in triumph. "It is a taxicab driver in New York City!" he roared.
A patient lying on the operating table started screaming, "I don't want to be cut open! You'll kill me! I don't want to die!"
The surgeon tried to calm the patient. "Just take it easy, sir," he said. "Look at my long white beard. I've done thousands of operations and nothing has ever gone wrong."
"Oh, doctor, you're right! I know I can trust you!" replied the patient.
When the patient awoke after the operation, he looked around and saw the same white beard and said, "Oh, thank you, doctor! You are a saint!"
"It's okay, son, you don't have to thank me. I am not your doctor -- my name is St. Peter!"
Man turns up for his own funeral
PTI, August 17, 2006 15:51 IST
A 36-year-old man, believed to be dead and whose 'body' was being flown home from Lucknow, returned on Thursday morning, just as his family busy arranging for his last rites.
According to police, Mohammad Ashraf, a father of five children, had recently gone to Jeddah in search of a job and was deported by Saudi authorities to Lucknow on August 13, after he was found to be overstaying there. When Ashraf reached Lucknow by an Air India flight, he soon found that his passport was missing and decided to reach Malappuram by train, the sources said.
Meanwhile, mistaking the body of an unidentified person at the airport to be that of Ashraf after his passport was traced in the premises, Lucknow passport authorities rang up Ashraf's house to inform them of his 'demise'. They also arranged for the body to be flown to Malappuram.
However, before the flight could arrive at Karipur airport at the scheduled time of 6.15 am, Ashraf reached home by 5.30 am, taking everyone by shock and surprise.
Ashraf's father had even made arrangements through a notary to receive his son's body on its arrival at the airport while his family members were busy arranging Ashraf's burial.
After Lucknow passport officials were informed that Ashaf had returned home, arrangements were made to take the unidentified person's body back, to Lucknow, the sources added.
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Quotes from the Masters
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Nisargadatta Maharaj
You may die a hundred deaths without a break in the mental turmoil. Or you may keep your body and die only in the mind. The death of the mind is the birth of wisdom.
I am dead already. Physical death will make no difference in my case. I am timeless being. I am free of desire or fear, because I do not remember the past, or imagine the future. Where there are no names and shapes, how can there be desires and fear? With desirelessness comes timelessness. I am safe, because what is not cannot touch what is. You feel unsafe, because you imagine danger. Of course, your body as such is complex and vulnerable and needs protection. But not you. Once you realize your own unassailable being, you will be at peace.
What is birth and death but the beginning and the ending of a stream of events in consciousness?
[When an ordinary man dies] according to his belief it happens. As life before death is but imagination, so is life after. The dream continues. The gnani does not die because he was never born.
In reality there is no killing and no dying. The real does not die, the unreal never lived.
[If I heard that you had died,] I would be very happy to have you back home. Really glad to see you out of this foolishness, of thinking that you were born and will die, that you are a body displaying a mind and all such nonsense. In my world, nobody is born and nobody dies. Some people go on a journey and come back, some never leave. What difference does it make since they travel in dreamlands, each wrapped up in his own dream. Only the waking is important. It is enough to know the "I am" as reality and also love.
If a man considers he is born he cannot avoid the fear of death. Let him find out if he has been born or if the Self has any birth. He will discover that the Self always exists, that the body which is born resolves itself into thought and that the emergence of thought is the root of all mischief. Find where from thoughts emerge. Then you will abide in the ever-present inmost Self and be free from the idea of birth or the fear of death.
It is always somebody else who dies; you never die. It means death has always been seen from the outside, it is the outsider's view. Those who have seen their inner world are unanimous in saying that there is no death. Because you don't know what constitutes your consciousness; it is not constituted of breathing, it is not constituted of heartbeats, it is not constituted of blood circulation. So when the doctor says that a man is dead, it is an outsider's conclusion; all that he is saying is, "This man is no longer breathing, his pulse has stopped, his heart is not beating." Are these three things equivalent to death? They are not.
So when a person dies, he dies for you, not for himself. For himself he simply changes the house, perhaps moves into a better apartment. But because the old apartment is left, and you are searching for him in the old apartment and you don't find him there, you think the poor guy is dead. All that you should say is, "The poor guy escaped. Now where he has gone, we don't know."
... you can see only death. The river can only see that she will dissolve, she cannot see that she will become the ocean. How can she see? That oceanic existence will be only when the river is no more, so the river cannot see. When your ego is no more, only then will you know who you are.
The secret of knowing death, of understanding death, is not in death itself. You will have to go deeper into the existence of the ego. You will have to look, watch, observe, be aware of what this ego is. And the day you have found that there is no ego, that there has never been -- it appeared only because you were not aware, it appeared only because you were keeping your own existence in darkness -- the day it is understood that the ego is a creation of an unconscious mind, the ego disappears and simultaneously death disappears.
Zen Masters
The Emperor asked Master Gudo,
"What happens to a man of enlightenment after death?"
"How should I know?" replied Gudo.
"Because you are a master," answered the Emperor.
"Yes sir," said Gudo, "but not a dead one."
Tanzan wrote sixty postal cards on the last day of his life,
and asked an attendent to mail them.
Then he passed away.
The cards read:
I am departing from this world.
This is my last announcement.
Tanzan
July 27, 1892
Muhabbat ka iqraar chahiye,These couplets, more commonly known as dohA in the Hindi/Urdu speaking belt, were the inspiration for this blog posting. I heard them during a spiritual discourse by Sri Morari Baapu on a TV channel today. I hadn't originally planned to view the channel at this hour, but then fate decided upon my free-will to view it!
Ishq ka mauj nahin!
Saakshaat Krishna chahiye,
Krishna ki fauj nahin!
Muhabbat ka iqraar = Bond of Affection/Love
chahiye = is needed
nahin = not
Ishq ka mauj = physical love
Saakshaat Krishna = Real Krishna
chahiye = is needed
nahin = not
Krishna ki fauj = Krishna's army
Radheshyam Radheshyam,
Radhamadhava Radheshyam (2)
Eesha Ramesha Radheshyam,
Keshava Achutha Meghashyam (2)
Vasudeva Sutha Radheshyam,
Vasuki Shayana Meghashyam (2)Radheshyam Radheshyam,
Radhamadhava Radheshyam (2)
Kaurava Shikshaka Radheshyam,
Pandava Rakshaka Meghashyam (2)
Aadi Deva Hari Radheshyam,
Anaadi Purusha Meghashyam (2)Radheshyam Radheshyam,
Radhamadhava Radheshyam (2)
Radheshyam Radheshyam (High),
Radhamadhava Radheshyam (2)
Radhamadhava Radheshyam (2)
Listen to a rendition of this Bhajan in my voice, if you dare!
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At first it was dark on the face of the deep.
A Question arose: Who Am I?
The answer was in the Questioner.
When there was this realization, there was light!
A filament of primordial origins glowed from within,
Whose light soon pervaded the heaven and the earth.
The Questioner ceased to exist
And a Guru was born!
AUM TAT SAT!
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AUM is the mystical symbol supreme.
AUM is the real name of God.
In the cosmic manifestation is AUM.
Beyond the manifestation, farthest beyond is AUM.
TAT means 'That,' the Nameless Eternal.
Above all attributes, majestic 'That' stands.
SAT means Reality,
the Truth Infinite.
Read following two stories. In what way are they similar?
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A Zen fable I read in a book:
The pupils of the Tendai school used to study meditation before Zen entered Japan. Four of them, who were immediate friends, promised one another to observe seven days of silence.
On the first day all were silent, but when the night came and the oil lamps were growing dim, one of the pupils could not help exclaiming to a servant: "Fix those lamps."
The second pupil was surprised to hear the first one talk. "We are not supposed to say a word," he remarked.
"You two are stupid. Why did you talk?" asked the third.
"I am the only one who has not talked - thank God!" concluded the fourth.
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A humorous story I read on the web:
In an ancient monastery in a faraway place, a new monk arrived to join his brothers in copying books and scrolls in the monastery's scriptorium. He was assigned as a rubricator on copies of books that had already been copied by hand.
One day he asked Father Florian (the Armarius of the Scriptorium), "Does not the copying by hand of other copies allow for chances of error? How do we know we are not copying the mistakes of someone else? Are they ever checked against the original?"
Fr. Florian is set back a bit by the obvious logical observation of this youthful monk. "A very good point, my son. I will take one of the latest books down to the vault and compare it against the original."
Fr. Florian went down to the secured vault and began his verification. After a day had passed, the monks began to worry and went down looking to the old priest. They were sure something must have happened. As they approached the vault, they heard sobbing and crying. When they opened the door, they found Fr. Florian sobbing over the new copy and the original ancient book, both of which were opened before him on the table. It was obvious to all that the poor man had been crying his old heart out for a long time.
"What is the problem Reverend Father?" asked one of the monks.
"Oh, my Lord," sobbed the priest, "the word is 'celebrate'!"
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This is what I can say about the similarity of the two stories:
In both stories, the lead characters failed to understand the very essence of their abstinence; they were supposed to do their abstinence (silence in the first fable, and celibacy in the second) at the thought level!