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The lie sits with the king at the table and the truth walks with a broken head…!
An article that is not intended for those who understand little.
A terrible story in its reality.
This story is our story, we are kings in our inner kingdom, it is part of the existence of every man and, in our opinion, it is good to know and understand it well, because:
– until a certain acceptable spiritual awakening people easily consider lying as truth, illusion as reality;
– the more the lie is blatant, the more unawakened beings tend to believe it more easily – a terrible law of the unawake, extremely painful for everyone through the consequences;
– the one who lives in lies or illusions cannot use illusion or lies as a tool to find out the Truth and, practically and apparently, would have condemned all existence to “sleep”; but we are lucky, because the Universe is not mechanical but conscious and it reacts in the sense of reducing entropy not in the sense of increasing it, as it seems at first glance;
an “irregularity” in the apparent universal mechanism will occur at some point to help the Seeker partially awaken;
so difficult and rare is this that if we feel that we have found a Way that can offer Awakening, it is good to use it to the fullest and check it to the end and permanently;
– the truth is repudiated by the unawakened man,
Just like someone’s first reaction when someone tries to wake them up from sleep:
it is not excluded that the Awakener will also receive a few slaps and if the one who was sleeping does not wake up in the end, however, his violence can be no matter how great in the unconscious sleep he lives;
like a lifeguard, the Awakener must take care of his safety because the drowning person’s subsequent regrets are useless if the Awakener does not defend himself from his unconscious and, for the moment, selfish tendencies.
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What to do:
– to pay attention to what life offers us in order to capitalize on spiritual chances,
– to be humbled from the awareness that we can easily take lies as truth, illusion as reality,
– to appreciate the Truth to the fullest and to give it a central role in our lives, to cultivate it to the fullest
– to put the spiritual Path first and because everything else will be offered to us on top of that,
– to use the chance to find one or more people who (at least) seem to us to be awakened and to use the power of the Spiritual Group that can help enormously,
– in addition, usually authentic spiritual paths offer either a lot of Truth and a little inner Power, or a lot of Power and a little Truth; Abheda Yoga is a wonderful chance also because it can help us to achieve both Truth and Power or intensity… and this is very rare and valuable.
Leo Radutz
Here’s the legendary poem:
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“1907”
“1907”
“The lie sits with the king at the table…
That’s just a lot of story:
Since they are kings, since there is a lie,They
bring together the best house.
Oh, there is so much to do, you see,
so many worries is a king overwhelmed!
That’s all there is to know! and, of course,
his shield cannot be anyone.
“What a happy country, Your Majesty…
”
The Lie is boasting.
For God alone has set you the
crown of wisdom and goodness
Shepherd of this nation that is about to perish,What
would not even be known to be, poor man,If
he did not find his haven under your face,If
he did not hold a lump of wax in your hand.
That you have found savages,
savages, and mischievous, and fools in a row,
And a poverty like you can’t think of…
But you make a sign, and they start to get up
Armies, fortresses, palaces, new world,The
sources of life are unclogged;
Wealth floods everywhere;
and you share them with your hands—both.
Today at your content covet the world.
There is joy and abundance in the country,
That hungry mouths come from outside.
All the crux sounds like a glorious name.
Look, the clothed earth is…
Flowers grow where you step, and the nature laughs.
You share your luck just by looking.
The peasants still fly to the villages…”
and the king likes it. It’s a big
thing How it charms kings The lie. It is
true that she, for a long time, on the steps
of thrones Was the choicest delight
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Your Majesty, he’s a stranger outside,
a bit trenchant, but he seems like a great man, and…
The truth seems to say that his
name is …Where is it from… that he is not from here in the country.
The pale lie melts its voice:
“Oh, you don’t receive it! I know him, he’s the
herald of evil, who plays the omniscient
and sees the collapse at every step.
He is the one who conspires against you.
Envy in his heart groans and
his mouth is full of curses.
You can’t hear the words…”
and yet, says the king, let him come!
Proof that even in the palace the
lie is not always victorious.
Monarchs are doing crazy things too…
Looking into the eyes of the king, the stranger,With
his arms crossed on his chest,Say
the word: the country, your majesty,It’s
hard to endure. You don’t hear his sigh,
Because music plays around you. And slaves
in the dormitory, as in the wall, they surround you,If
you can no longer see those outside,Your
good subjects, the many and hardworking.
That you did not try to break your way
to them To know in your country what a beating soul,
You wanted nothing but bent backs
and open mouths to your praise.
That if he had been a man to stand straight in front of you,
Like an enemy, you have distanced him from you.
The old perish. But a new army is coming,
and painful things are still learning!
You leave, theater set, lights,Everything
that deceives the vulgar and the children,This
is all your royal glory.
On the sad void around you, decorate your decorations!
You in this country see nothing but heaven
What yours I will give you in the blink of an eye:
Ruin is under the gilded paper,Under
the fir trees crackles the rot,
But you are happy. Flatterers
Exalt hymns of thy
glorification and prevent thou shalt not hear the song of mourning
With which the flatterers
sleep their hunger. . . . . . . . . . . . . . tag.
You did not love your people, your majesty!
Or you didn’t understand it, and it’s the same.
From above and down the Lie has spread
, It binds and unties everything in the land.
And to give you a foam of magnification,
Like a child he carries you and shows
you Sparkles and flowers… Will you ever
find out the Terrible of the times?…
and what hopes were placed in you,How
joyful the people came to you,With
bread and salt… Hosanna!
His Savior thought it was coming to him.
How cheerful the people came your way!
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . tag.
and what sad faith will remain to him;
That you could not stretch out your hand to him,
From the heavy breastplate of your arrogance!”
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . tag.
That these did not awaken the king,That
the Truth was thrown out and
the servants pushed him up the ladder,Of
course, of course, of course.”