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A legend told about a Grain of Wheat
A legend told about an Ancient Grain of Wheat
This is a bit of a story that is edited in part
from the book by Edmond Bordeux Szekely called
"The Essene Book of Asha."
I made reference to this story in other Plant Your Dream Blogs today.
This story has had a profound influence in my life.
I recommend you get a copy of the Book.
The story is only a few pages long as it appears in the book.
Date: 3/2/2012 7:29:15 PM ( 12 y ) ... viewed 1901 times
THE GRAIN OF WHEAT
It is told in the old legends how, one day, when King Vishtaspa was returning from a victorious campaign, he came upon a circle of men sitting beneath a tree and listening with rapt attention to a venerable old man who sat in their midst. The king, who was then a young man, was curious to know who the old man was, and so dispatched a servant to find out. Upon his approach the circle of men gave way to the servant, who discovered that the old man was the great teacher Zarathushtra, and that the circle of men who listened to him were his disciples. All this was duly reported to King Vishtaspa, who it is said, demanded that the sage be brought before him.
"I am told that your name is Zarathushtra," said the king when the Teacher was before him, "and I am also told that you are the wisest man in the world. If that is so, I demand as your king that you immediately instruct me and explain to me the laws of nature and the universe. But please do not be long-winded, for I am in a hurry to return to my palace, where there are many important matters of state awaiting me."
Zarathushtra looked thoughtfully at the king for a moment and then, bending down, he picked up from the ground a grain of wheat. Holding it respectfully between thumb and forefinger, he bowed low before King Vishtaspa and offered him the grain. The king took it in his hand and the Great Sage explained:
"Your Majesty, all the laws that govern heaven and earth may be read in that which you now hold in your hand. The forces of good and of evil are there, and all that you have asked may be answered by conferring with this grain of wheat. I offer you this book, which you may take with you and read at your leisure."
But King Vishtaspa, seeing the smiles on the faces of the sage's disciples, decided that Zarathushtra was mocking him. He threw the grain of wheat to the ground and rose proudly in his saddle.
"I came respectfully and I asked for your guidance because I was told that you were the wisest man in the world. I can see now that you are nothing more than a country bumpkin who has not learned good manners. You cloak your ignorance behind exaggerated ways; I was foolish to have wasted my time here." So said the king. Then, wheeling around on his stallion, he rode away.
As the king and his retinue departed, Zarathushtra knelt and retrieved the grain of wheat. "I shall keep this grain," he said to himself, "for one day the king will need it, and it will be his teacher."
Many years passed, and the fame of Zarathushtra grew with every year. Nor did the fame of King Vishtaspa lessen: always victorious in battle, becoming ever richer with every new alliance, he spent his days in luxury and abundance. But his nights became ever more sleepless with every increase of his fame and wealth. "I live in luxury," he thought to himself, "yet who has decreed that it shall be always so? One year the farmer's harvest is rich, and the next year hailstorms are his ruin. Shall I be always so blest with victory? Will my downfall be the greater as my fame and fortune in crease? Surely the laws which govern the poor govern also the rich -- and who is He who made these laws? How shall I learn the will of God, so that I may measure my fame proportionately, and know the number of my days?"
Night after night these and other questions perplexed the brain of King Vishtaspa and troubled his sleep. At last, pondering his encounter with the Great Sage years earlier, he decided once more to beg instruction, this time in terms quite unlike those he had set as a young man on horseback.
"Great Teacher, I humble myself before you," he wrote to Zarathushtra. "I regret thoroughly the pride and thoughtlessness of my youth, and see now how foolish it was to have asked for answers to imponderable questions in so short a space of time. Please accept my regrets and humble me with a visit, that I may learn from you, or at least send one of your disciples to teach me." Then he wrapped the letter, together with a gem of great value, in a fine linen cloth and dispatched it to the Teacher.
In a few days, the messenger returned from Zarathushtra, bringing his answer to the king: "Your Majesty is very kind, but a gardener has no use for jewels, so I am returning the gem. The cloth I shall keep, for it will be useful in protecting certain of my plants against the cold of winter." Together with this letter, wrapped in a leaf, was the grain of wheat. "I am too old to journey far from my garden," the sage continued in his letter, "but the king is too noble to receive one of my disciples in my place. Therefore, I am sending, not a disciple but my own teacher, one who has taught me all that I know about the universe."
FOUND THIS ON THIS WEBSITE
http://www.communityofpeace.net/Britxt/Bfirdausi.htm#DE%20KUNST%20VAN%20ASHA
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