Rich man seeking peace of mind

Value- Peace

Sub value- Gratitude, counting one’s blessings

A very rich man, super-rich, became bored with life because he had known all the pleasures, all the joys that money could purchase, but they were not truly satisfying. He was still thirsty and hungry for something authentic. He was enquiring from sages and saints, and he had tried their rituals, worship, prayer. But nothing worked.

This man finally went to another saint and was torturing him continually again and again about his misery – “Time is passing, life is limited, and what kind of saint are you? You cannot show me the right path. And I have twenty-four hours to devote to it; I don’t have to work to earn money or anything, I don’t have children, and I have earned so much money that it is enough for ten lives at least.” The saint sent him to a Sufi master who was thought to be a little bit insane, and to whom many sages were sending their disciples when they wanted to get rid of them. But that insane Sufi master only looked insane; but he had super-sanity.

sufi

The rich man took a big bag, filled it with diamonds and rubies and emeralds and sapphires; and went to the Sufi who was sitting under a tree. He told the Sufi his whole story… that he was very miserable, he had everything that the world can afford. “I have brought, just to give you a proof, this whole bag worth millions. All I need is peace of mind.” The Sufi said, “I will give it to you. Get ready!” The rich man thought, “This man seems to be strange. I have been to so many saints – nobody was so quick, and nobody promised to give it to me. They all said, `Go through this ritual, this worship, this prayer, this meditation. Work it out yourself.’ This is the only man… perhaps, they are right that he is insane. He is saying, `Get ready. Don’t waste my time!’

“So hesitatingly he said, “Okay, I’m ready.” But he was very afraid – although he had come to get peace of mind. And when the man said he was ready, the Sufi master took hold of his bag, and ran.

It was a small village with small streets with which the Sufi was perfectly acquainted. And the rich man had never run. He ran behind the Sufi master shouting, “I have been cheated! This man is not a sage. He’s not insane, he’s very cunning.” But he could not get hold of the Sufi because he was going so fast and taking so many turns in the village. The old man was fat – huffing, puffing, perspiring, crying – and the whole crowd was laughing. He could not understand why these people were laughing, and nobody was helping! But the village knew that the sufi was not insane instead he was super-sane. He had his own way of doing things.

Finally, the rich man reached to the same tree. The Sufi had reached far ahead; he was sitting with the bag there. And the rich man was shouting, and abusing. The Sufi said, “Stop all this nonsense! Take this bag.”

The man took the bag immediately, and the Sufi asked, “How are you feeling?” He said, “I’m feeling great peace.” The Sufi said, “That’s what I was telling you. If you are ready, I can give you peace immediately. Have you got it?” He said, “I have got it!”

“Never again ask anybody about it!” You have started taking for granted all your riches. I gave you a chance to lose them, and suddenly you became what you really are – a beggar. And these very precious stones which have lost their value to you are again precious.” But it happens.

Learning

The people who live in palaces start taking those palaces for granted; the people who are rich never think about the miseries of poverty. The people who have got a master start taking him for granted – that there is nothing to be done; you only have to ask the question and your master is there to answer it. Value and treasure the things and gift life has given you.

http://www.baytallaah.com/osholibrary/reader.php?endpos=957004&page=436&book=The Golden Future

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