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From the Writings of Nichiren Daishonin
Wednesday, November 14, 2012:
Wednesday, November 14, 2012:
How Those Initially Aspiring to the Way Can Attain Buddhahood through the Lotus Sutra
Written to the lay nun Myoho in 1277
Buddhism is a way of life. By chanting Nam-myoho-renge-kyo our life can be in harmony with the envornment around us and our life force will increase.
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Spiritual Story by Catherine Ingram |
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Long ago lived a young man in Istanbul, Turkey. Because he
was poor, he had only a single room, spasely furnished with a few books and a
small cot for a bed. One night the young man had a dream — a vision,
really.
In it, he saw himself walking on a street in what he came to realize was the city of Cairo in Egypt, a place he had never been. He could clearly see the name of the street and the houses that lined the road. In the vision, he walked up to one particular house, noting the address. He entered into a tiled courtyard and then into the main house. An open door drew him to a particular room within the house. In this room sat an old man surrounded by treasures beyond anything the young man had ever imagined. Diamonds, emeralds, and rubies were piled high in pyramid shapes. Gold and silver bars lined the walls. Exquisite carpets and artifacts from around the world lay at his feet. The young man stared at the treasures and then at the old man in amazement, for in that moment he somehow knew that these treasures belonged to himself. He didn't know how he knew (it was avision, after all), but he was certain that all of it was rightfully his. The young man bolted awake from the dream. So confident was he in its veracity that he set off that very day on the long journey from Istanbul to Cairo in order to claim his treasure. In those days, travel was slow and the young man, being poor, had to work along the way to pay for food and lodging. After several months, he eventually arrived in Cairo. Upon making the inquiries he found the very street he had seen in his dream. As he set foot upon it, everything seemed completely familiar. The houses were exactly as he had seen them in his vision. And sure enough, the house that in the dream had contained the old man and his treasure was precisely where the young man expected it to be. Knowing his way, he entered into the tiled courtyard and then into the room of treasures where he planned to make his claim. There sat the old man, but there were no jewels, no gold or silver, no carpets or artifacts. The young man, undetereed by the absense of the treasures recounted his vision to the old man and conclued by saying, "Since everything else in my vision has been accurate, I assume that the riches are hidden here somewhere. Please hand them over to me." The old man was silent for some time, looking intently at the young man, his eyes glistening. After a while, he spoke. "It's strange," he said. "I, too, had a dream. I dreamed of a young man in Istanbul who looked exactly like you." "Yes, go on," implored the young man, certain that this information would lead to his treasure. The old man proceeded to describe the street on which the young man lived in Istanbul. He described the young man's mother and father, his siblings, his friends at work, and the books on the wall of his simple room. "In my vision," said the old man, "the greatest treasure, more precious than all the shiny rocks and metals of the world, was there on a small cot in that room." The young man suddently realized what the old man meant. He bowed to the wise man, and taking his leave, returned home to Istanbul where he lived out his quiet days. |
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Spiritual Story by Sri Ramakrishna |
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There are some temples where God is worshipped as Mother. In
one of these, in the state of Bengal, She is represented by a large stone image.
The sculptor has carved in stone his idea of the Mother of the Universe, and
many pious people, finding it attractive and inspiring, go there to pay their
respects or make offerings.
One day an old monk who used a cane came into the temple. Approaching the altar he said, speaking aloud to God, "Mother, you are said to be God; tell me the truth: are you solid like stone — this image? Or are you formless, indescribable and impossible to touch?" "Take your cane," the monk heard a soft voice saying, "and strike my body on the left side." He did, and the cane hit the stone with a clack. "Now strike me from the other side," She said. When the cane reached the sculpture it passed right through it as if it were air. |
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Spiritual Story by Catherine Ingram |
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A woman once came to Gandhi and asked him to please tell her
son to give up eating sugar. Gandhi asked the woman to bring the boy back in a
week. Exactly one week later the woman returned, and Gandhi said to the boy,
"Please give up eating sugar." The woman thanked the Mahatma, and, as she turned
to go, asked him why he had not said those words a week ago."
Gandhi replied, "Because a week ago, I had not given up eating sugar." |
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Spiritual Story by Unknown |
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Two friends were walking through the desert. During some
point of the journey, they had an argument and one friend slapped the other one
in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything,
wrote in the sand:
"Today my best friend slapped me in the face." They kept on walking, until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: "Today my best friend saved my life." The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?" The friend replied, when someone hurts us we should write it down in sand, where the winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it." |
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