Re: Theohumanity, aka Daniel Stacy Barron
Date: September 26, 2012 09:26PM
to Daniel Barron,
Since I happan to know you and EBE I wondered why you need this though love to cure people in the psycholical bonds. I understand your paradigm and also the difficulty to overcome the premier sentinel, as you name the hold of the pattern, ego. Still, also from of the wise spoken what is, is. The bull is again a bull. The son, the daughter, is again the son and the daughter. All these relations are real as you are real in your life, having relations with your wife (one of your former-trainees), with your parents, your trainees, etc.
You have to live up with your own consciences and insights, but peacemaking is to me taking account of and including all, also the not-exisisting negative emotions though there. The illusion is as reality real.
The child has has hick-ups with the parents, I know. In the peacemaking the aim is reciprocal understanding. Cooperation. The beauty of that there is something sings of ways of mutual cooperative diversity. Therefor you can be Daniel. A uniques being, one to infinty, and I appreciate your being as such, a quality of all. So we all are, infinty to one. To exclude the family, also during training, creates finally dependent scholars. One day they have to go to the marketplace. Daily life. Where they meet father, mother, brother, sister, wife husband, children. One day you be again what you always have been.
There once was a zen teacher who summoned his student to him.
When the student came in, the teacher said to the student: “You’ve now been with me for 25 years in the monastery. It is now time for you to apply what you have learnt into everyday practice.”
As is expected of a good student, the student did just that. Before he left the teacher and the monastery, however, the student and the teacher first meditated together for an hour.
When the student stood up to leave, the teacher said: “I have something for you”. From his sleeve he pulled out a little black box.
The teacher gave the box to the student and said to him: “You can only open the box once you have found a good place for it”.
The student took the box, bowed in honour and gratitude and looked at the teacher one last time before leaving. He left the monastery to enter the world.
His goal was to reach his homeland where he hadn’t been for 25 years.
Because his homeland was on the other side of the world and because he was travelling by foot, the journey was long.
Whenever he found shelter for the evening, he took his bescheiden properties out of his bag and laid them before him. In silence, he eerbied thanked for their existence as well as everything he had experienced that day. He then picked up the little black box he had received from the teacher and looked for a good place for it. Once he had found a good place, he would place the box there with a photo of his teacher and sometimes a flower or a candle. After this he would meditate for a while before going to sleep. He never thought to open the box, because although it was a good place, it was not the good place.
For a whole year the student travelled through many countries and repeated this ritual with the box every day.
A few days after he arrived in his hometown, he found a simple house outside of the city where he could live.
The house had one room and lots of land. The student was satisfied. He swept the floor and cleaned the whole house. He then laid out his sleeping mat and sat on it before taking the box out of his rucksack. He then looked all around him.
Where shall I put it? The student thought.
There was a window in the corner of the room through which the sun brightly shone through.
Yes, the student thought, that is a good place for it. He then placed the box on a block of wood such that the box was covered in warm sunlight.
While standing looking at the box, the student thought that it would be a good idea to pick some flowers, to make the place even better. After he had done this and arranged the flowers around the box, he placed a candle with it in memory of his teacher.
Satisfied, the student looked at the place and the wall caught his attention.
He had cleaned and dusted the wall, but the house was old and poorly maintained. This meant that the walls looked grey.
I will also do the walls before I open the box, he thought. He then walked to the city to get plaster and paint.
When he returned, he repaired all of the holes in the wall and smoothed them out with the plaster. He then painted everything white.
Seen as he had already started, he also painted the ceiling.
When he was done and had replaced the box on the block of wood in the corner, he thought that the walls looked he extremely white. He then went out into the forest to get some chestnuts.
He peeled the chestnuts, dried the peels, grinded them and brewed them in hot water to make a coloured tea.
He let the tea reduce a little by putting it on a low heat and once it was finished and cooled down, he picked up a brush and painted the walls.
The white-painted walls turned a beautiful, shiny, chestnut-red.
In some places the student applied more paint and started to feel like an artist painting a masterpiece.
When he was finished he looked around himself satisfied, put the block of wood in the corner again and placed the box on top of the block of wood. He then went out to get fresh flowers, put the portrait of his teacher and a candle next to the box and looked at the whole.
This is a good place he thought.
Just when he was about to pick up the box to open it, he noticed a few spots of chestnut-paint on the window.
I’ll just quickly clean this first, the student thought.
He picked up a cloth and clean water and cleaned the window – first inside and then outside.
When he was outside, he noticed a lot of rubbish of the previous owners lying around the house which he hadn’t noticed before.
I better clear that up as well, the student though, otherwise the box won’t have a good place.
He happily cleared up all the rubbish that was strewn around the house. While he was doing this he noticed a few seedlings growing off some of the trees and decided to dig them out so that he could make a small bonsai garden that he could look at out of the window of the house.
All these jobs took days and every evening he would sit down with the box, think about his teacher, meditate and go to sleep.
Every day he would notice something else that could be done in order to improve the area around the box. Slowly he created a small paradise around the box.
People living in the area noticed this, of course. The children, in particular, enjoyed being there and helping the student.
There was always something to do.
From one of his neighbours, the student was given lots of wood to make a new roof. Together with the children and the other neighbours, they replaced the roof.
Another neighbour came with more wood so that they could make a shelter so that the student could sit outside even when it was raining – because he enjoyed doing this.
Because the student was also a wise and friendly person, the people came to him with questions. He answered them full of love and attention.
Every day there was something to do to, or around, the student’s house. Slowly the house grew with a new kitchen, an extra storage room, a small workplace, an extra sleeping area for travellers who stopped by more often. As time passed, it grew into a large community where everyone helped to make the place better.
In the evening, before going to sleep, the student would sit with the box and the portrait of the teacher and meditate.
In the morning he would place fresh flowers around the box, which by now had been given a place on a sculpted piece of wood surrounded by gifts and offerings that various people had given after hearing the story of the box.
One day, the student died while meditating before the box and the portrait of his beloved teacher.
In all the years that the student lived in the house, he never once opened the box.
The students who, through the years, had come to stay with the student knew of the story of the box and carried on his work: giving the box a nice place.
They are still busy doing this.