There once was a nobleman who liked to tell
lies, but sometimes he got stuck. Once
he wanted to hire a new servant. When one
came to offer his services, the nobleman asked him if he could lie,
“Well…” he said, “If I have to, then, it’s got
to be!”
“Very well!
I sometimes get stuck telling lies.
Then you will have to help me.”
One day they were in an inn, and the nobleman
was as usual telling lies. “Once I went hunting and I shot three rabbits in the
air.”
“This is not possible,” said the others.
“Then you better ask my coachman, to bear
witness.” he said.
They brought him in. “Johann, listen, I have just been telling
these gentlemen about the three rabbits I shot in the air. Now you tell them
how that was.”
“Yes, sir!
We were in the meadow, and a rabbit came jumping through the hedge, and
while it was jumping out, you shot and it was dead. Afterward, when it was cut open, there were
two young rabbits inside.” Of course the
others could say nothing to this.
On their way home the nobleman said that it was
well done.
“Well, sir,” said Johann, “the next time you
tell lies, try to keep out of the air.
On firm ground it will be easier for me to help you.”
Of lately, I had been
through some heartache caused by my own foolishness—my age-old naivety to
easily believe whatever others say rather than believing what my heart says. Since small I can’t tell very well between
lies and truth. So my hubby and son
often make good fun out of me with their cheeky jokes. I have tendency to believe what others say in
face value, then, I would agonize over days and nights, sometimes for years, when
my expectation of others to follow up their words-to-words fails miserably. I thought I become better by now, but no…I
was not any better at all even after all these years…I still fall for their
words while ignoring what my heart is whispering inside…in the end, I made a
fool out of me…
A skywalker…that was
what one psychic lady used to describe about me years ago. Too much cheap words and unkept promises are
all over in the air…sometimes I get teary when I can feel the weights of those
lies and deceptions…and yet, after one class of Yoga, affirming the firm ground
under my feet, I am still an optimist of our higher nature rather
than a pessimist to stay stuck by our lower nature.
And yet, I become sad…whenever
I come across with ingenuineness…Maybe I needed
to do more Yoga to ground me down…
