Entry Submitted by James St. C. at 7:58 PM EDT on July 27, 2019
In response to questions about the formation of the “Servant’s Heart” mentioned in my previous messages directed to the Intake Executives awaiting us at our appointments, I provide the following very brief story in which our fictional character Ravi learns of impending wealth from his (internal) Friend:
--- You May Be Rich Soon ---
“You may be very rich soon,” said the Friend.
“How very?” Ravi said.
“Extremely so.”
“Um. Am I prepared for it?”
“Is anyone?”
“Prepare me then. So I'll not fall to pride.”
“Do you know what you’re asking for?”
“Well,” Ravi pondered it, “Asking for a willingness to give, that's clear. So it doesn’t all clog up in me, as I've seen it do in some.”
“Giving to whom?” the Friend replied.
“Exactly! How would one decide? Certainly it’s compassion I’ll be needing, lots of it, so to notice those in need. Perhaps I might be humbled some, just enough for compassion to take hold.”
“Looking up from down?” said the Friend, “Not an easy habit to acquire. And it must be down far enough, you know. Bumping on the bottom so thoroughly you think there'll be no coming up again from hope's deep dregs. You’d be willing to do that?”
“If you are there it is enough. You are the flame. I dance in you.”
“I would be there, yes. Though as hope runs dry the dance will seem to end. You may imagine I am gone as life becomes brittle and about to break. Though in truth I'll be much closer then, in every breath of air and bite of food and step along the path, to be your sweetness in a world of thorns. Together we’ll be witness to that mystery the rich must miss: The depth of gratitude when severity of need meets willingness to give.”
“Generosity’s splash, that only the empty glass will know.”
“It will be easy to despise the rest while you are poor, those who own what you do not. And future’s demon Fear will clutch at you and bid you serve its whims.”
Ravi waved a dismissing hand. “Material things are the clutter of a spoiled mind, like curds in milk, and those who have them fear lest they shall break. I will live in the moment, where you are, clinging to the hope of you when you seem gone and despair comes strong. And I shall tell Fear, 'No.'”
“Ready for that preparation then?”
“Though I suppose,” Ravi turned his head away, “I could simply decide I'll not be like the rest, once I have my new-found wealth. Not like them, complacent, proud, hidden in their sense of self. Not sharing much of anything. So sad! Though they seem quite jolly as they do.”
“All needs met!” grinned the Friend, “And most of what they want.”
“Though wants proliferate,” Ravi shrugged, “like flies from fruit. Wanting ever more the more one has! No. Best I be prepared, or pride will take me for a prize and sure, when I am rich as that. As long as you'll be with me, all is well.”
“I will be the spirit in you, yes, reaching out to every face you pass for any offered kindness or succor. Together we shall bless them as they give! Then when your testing's done and you're flush with worldly wealth I'll be the spirit reaching out with you again, this time to discern the ones in need. For you to make their path a moment sweet — that blessing so few rich go searching for! That shall be our joy and common work: To lighten hearts like suns, where storm and rain have been so long.”
“Ah,” Ravi mused, “That would be a joy indeed. Though such trouble, all that poverty. What if I forgo the test? Would it really be so dangerous? What do you foresee?”
“That you'll abandon me.”
“Never!”
“Oh? What if wealth clogs up in you, as you foresaw? You'll be feasting in the dark with your eyes closed tight. Only seeing me those rare moments you step outside yourself to look around for curiosity's sake. Or else security's.”
“No!”
“Oh yes. Then back inside to feast again, little troubled by the multitudes, so many wishing to have crumbs from you. And I'll be one of them.”
……………..
James St. C.
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Copyright © 2019 Dinar Chronicles
In response to questions about the formation of the “Servant’s Heart” mentioned in my previous messages directed to the Intake Executives awaiting us at our appointments, I provide the following very brief story in which our fictional character Ravi learns of impending wealth from his (internal) Friend:
--- You May Be Rich Soon ---
“You may be very rich soon,” said the Friend.
“How very?” Ravi said.
“Extremely so.”
“Um. Am I prepared for it?”
“Is anyone?”
“Prepare me then. So I'll not fall to pride.”
“Do you know what you’re asking for?”
“Well,” Ravi pondered it, “Asking for a willingness to give, that's clear. So it doesn’t all clog up in me, as I've seen it do in some.”
“Giving to whom?” the Friend replied.
“Exactly! How would one decide? Certainly it’s compassion I’ll be needing, lots of it, so to notice those in need. Perhaps I might be humbled some, just enough for compassion to take hold.”
“Looking up from down?” said the Friend, “Not an easy habit to acquire. And it must be down far enough, you know. Bumping on the bottom so thoroughly you think there'll be no coming up again from hope's deep dregs. You’d be willing to do that?”
“If you are there it is enough. You are the flame. I dance in you.”
“I would be there, yes. Though as hope runs dry the dance will seem to end. You may imagine I am gone as life becomes brittle and about to break. Though in truth I'll be much closer then, in every breath of air and bite of food and step along the path, to be your sweetness in a world of thorns. Together we’ll be witness to that mystery the rich must miss: The depth of gratitude when severity of need meets willingness to give.”
“Generosity’s splash, that only the empty glass will know.”
“It will be easy to despise the rest while you are poor, those who own what you do not. And future’s demon Fear will clutch at you and bid you serve its whims.”
Ravi waved a dismissing hand. “Material things are the clutter of a spoiled mind, like curds in milk, and those who have them fear lest they shall break. I will live in the moment, where you are, clinging to the hope of you when you seem gone and despair comes strong. And I shall tell Fear, 'No.'”
“Ready for that preparation then?”
“Though I suppose,” Ravi turned his head away, “I could simply decide I'll not be like the rest, once I have my new-found wealth. Not like them, complacent, proud, hidden in their sense of self. Not sharing much of anything. So sad! Though they seem quite jolly as they do.”
“All needs met!” grinned the Friend, “And most of what they want.”
“Though wants proliferate,” Ravi shrugged, “like flies from fruit. Wanting ever more the more one has! No. Best I be prepared, or pride will take me for a prize and sure, when I am rich as that. As long as you'll be with me, all is well.”
“I will be the spirit in you, yes, reaching out to every face you pass for any offered kindness or succor. Together we shall bless them as they give! Then when your testing's done and you're flush with worldly wealth I'll be the spirit reaching out with you again, this time to discern the ones in need. For you to make their path a moment sweet — that blessing so few rich go searching for! That shall be our joy and common work: To lighten hearts like suns, where storm and rain have been so long.”
“Ah,” Ravi mused, “That would be a joy indeed. Though such trouble, all that poverty. What if I forgo the test? Would it really be so dangerous? What do you foresee?”
“That you'll abandon me.”
“Never!”
“Oh? What if wealth clogs up in you, as you foresaw? You'll be feasting in the dark with your eyes closed tight. Only seeing me those rare moments you step outside yourself to look around for curiosity's sake. Or else security's.”
“No!”
“Oh yes. Then back inside to feast again, little troubled by the multitudes, so many wishing to have crumbs from you. And I'll be one of them.”
……………..
James St. C.
______________________________________________________
If you wish to contact the author of any reader submitted guest post, you can give us an email at UniversalOm432Hz@gmail.com and we'll forward your request to the author.
______________________________________________________
All articles, videos, and images posted on Dinar Chronicles were submitted by readers and/or handpicked by the site itself for informational and/or entertainment purposes.
Dinar Chronicles is not a registered investment adviser, broker dealer, banker or currency dealer and as such, no information on the website should be construed as investment advice. We do not support, represent or guarantee the completeness, truthfulness, accuracy, or reliability of any content or communications posted on this site. Information posted on this site may or may not be fictitious. We do not intend to and are not providing financial, legal, tax, political or any other advice to readers of this website.
Copyright © 2019 Dinar Chronicles
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