VIA ALL ASPECTS
INCLUDING RESURRECTED PHYSICAL CELLS
KRAZY GLUE OF THE EONS’ REPETITIVE DEADLY DRAMA
NO LONGER ADHERES TO SUCH
*See "Teaching Tale"
The Rainmaker Ideal
And remember, if I have to choose between the two,
I will choose Zorba, not Buddha
because the Zorba can always become the Buddha,
but the Buddha becomes confined to his own holiness.
He cannot go to the disco and become the Zorba.
And to me, freedom is the highest value;
there is nothing greater, more precious, than freedom."
From Death to Deathlessness, Talk #3
or else... he never dares cut the rope and be free."
..cutting the ropes on a deserted afternoon beach.
(..not ONE other person for the two hours we were out there)
Once upon a time, a small village in a far away land was suffering from terrible drought. No matter what they did to conjure rain, nothing brought the rain. Their lives were in danger.
They finally sent for the prophet from another village…another country. There was a great gathering as this was their last hope. They asked the old man what he needed in order to make the rains come….they would try to get for him anything he requested.
The old man Quietly looked around, then said: “I need Nothing….except a small tent and to go over to that far hill and be left alone.”
For three days there was no rain. The villagers kept watching the man from a distance….they could only see him sitting still. He wasn’t doing a rain dance, he wasn’t calling loudly to the heavens. He only sat Still.
Just as the villagers were about to give up, the rains came. Wonderful rain.
In the celebration afterwards, they asked the old man what he did to make the rains come.
He gently said: “I did Nothing. You see, I come from a village where there is only Peace and Love. When I arrived, I saw that your village was in fear and chaos. I had to remove myself from such fear and chaos….and when I could become Still enough, everything happens as it needs to.”
below is reportedly the original version via CG Jung
There was a great drought where the missionary Richard Wilhelm lived in China. There had not been a drop of rain and the situation became catastrophic. The Catholics made processions, the Protestants made prayers, and the Chinese burned joss sticks and shot off guns to frighten away the demons of the drought, but with no result.
Finally the Chinese said: We will fetch the rain maker. And from another province, a dried up old man appeared. The only thing he asked for was a quiet little house somewhere, and there he locked himself in for three days.
On the fourth day clouds gathered and there was a great snowstorm at the time of the year when no snow was expected, an unusual amount, and the town was so full of rumors about the wonderful rain maker that Wilhelm went to ask the man how he did it.
In true European fashion he said: "They call you the rain maker, will you tell me how you made the snow?"
And the little Chinaman said: "I did not make the snow, I am not responsible."
"But what have you done these three days?"
"Oh, I can explain that. I come from another country where things are in order.
Here they are out of order,
they are not as they should be by the ordnance of heaven.
Therefore the whole country is not in Tao,
and I am also not in the natural order of things
because I am in a disordered country.
So I had to wait three days until I was back in Tao,
and then naturally the rain came."
--- From The Nature Writings of C. G. Jung
©2002, North Atlantic Books