Theos-Talk Archives (May 2003 Message tt00181)

May 19 2003

Got it and noted

Best wishes,

Dallas

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Sunday, May 18, 2003


The GEM



Once, long ago, a boy said to his mother, "Mother, I don't know
if I believe Theosophy is true."

And she replied,

"Why should you believe it, son? Either you know it, or you don't
know it. Theosophy is not to be believed but learned, then proved
by each one for himself, by doing it.

Those we call "Great Teachers" knew.

Those who only believed were followers, who first repeated the
Teacher's words, then forgot. Because they were only
half-taught, and because the Teachers: Krishna, Buddha, Jesus,
never wrote their teachings down.

Those who believe in Jesus go to pray in churches, to a 'God'
outside and far off from themselves. Not so did Jesus. If they
tried to prove by doing what Jesus taught, they too, would know
Theosophy. Just listen to what Theosophy teaches. And look, and
learn.

The boy did not answer, nor did he object; but, he began to think
about Theosophy; he began to weigh and measure by it what he
heard at school, what his friends discussed. And he thought,

"Why, it isn't reasonable for a God to be up in the sky, who
gets angry or is pleased. I can be angry or be pleased myself!
And it isn't reasonable that human beings descended from monkeys,
because monkeys don't walk, and monkeys don't talk."

Finally he said to his mother, one day,

"Well, mother, even if Theosophy shouldn't be true, I don't know
anything else that is even reasonable. I want to know Theosophy."

The Eternal Verities are the eternally true things true ideas of
the universe, of all Nature, and of ourselves.

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ONE WHO FOUND THE GEM

In the land of the Wise Men there dwelt a young man. Many years
had he labored in a strange mine: the 'Mine of the Priceless
Gems'; hopefully, bravely, but fruitlessly.

He had long known that he who should find the Master Stone would
be free, full of peace, and dig no more, for nothing better could
be found. He also knew that he who found the stone should seek to
share it
with all men. "Many small stones had he found, but they were
laid aside to be used when the great stone was reached.

"Silently and steadily he worked on, until one gloomy day when he
had grown so weak that he could make but one more effort, that
effort was rewarded, and before him lay the great gem. Weary,
weak, but joyful, he gathered it into his bosom, and went forth
to share it with others; for he who told not of his gem, or
shared it not with all men, must lose the stone.

"Far he wandered, telling his wonderful story, the finding of the
Priceless Stone-the stone that made men greater, wiser, more
loving than all things living; the stone- that no man could keep
unless he gave it away.

"Far he wandered in his own country, seeking to tell his story
and give of the Stone to each one he met. Silently they listened
gravely they meditated and gently they said to him: 'this is
Kali-Yuga, the Dark Age. Come to us a hundred thousand years from
now. Until then - the stone is not for us. It is Karma.'

"Far into another land he wandered, ever trying for the same end.
Gravely they listened, quietly they spoke: 'Peace be with you.
When the Lotus ceases to bloom and our Sacred River runs dry,
come to us. Until then we need not the stone.'

"Over the seas unto another land he went, for fully he believed
that there they would hear and share with him. The many days of
wandering and the long journey across the sea had made him thin
and ragged. He had not thought of this, but as he told his story
he was reminded of it and of many other things, for here the
people answered in many ways and not always gently. "Some
listened, for his story was new to them, but the gem was uncut,
and they wished it polished.

"Others paused and desired him to tell his story in their tents,
for that would make them exalted and famous, but they wanted not
the gem. As he did not belong to their tribe, it would bring
discredit upon them to receive anything from him.

"One paused to listen and desired some of the stone, but he
desired to use it to elevate his own position and assist him in
over-reaching his fellows in bartering and bargaining. The
Wanderer was unable to give any of the stone to such as this one.

"Another listened, but inasmuch as the Wanderer refused to make
the gem float in the air, he would have none of it. "Another
heard, but he already knew of a better stone, and was sure he
would find it, because he ate nothing but starlight and
moonbeams.

"Another could not receive any of the stone or listen to the
story, for the Wanderer was poor and ragged. Unless he was
dressed in purple and fine linens and told his story in words of
oil and honey, he could not be the possessor of the gem.

"Still another heard, but he knew it was not the gem. As the
Wanderer had been unsuccessful before, surely he could not have
found the stone. Even had he found it, he could not have the
proper judgment to divide it. So he wanted none of the stone.

"Near and far went the Wanderer. Still ever the same. Some wanted
it, but the stone was too hard, or not bright enough. He was not
of their own people or was ignorant. He was too ragged and worn
to suit their ideas, so they wanted none of the stone.

"Saddened, aged and heart-sore, he wandered back to the land of
the Wise Men. To one of these he went, telling of his journeys
and that no man would share with him the magnificent stone, and
also of his sorrow that he too must lose it.

"'Be not troubled, my son,' said the Wise One, 'the stone is for
you, nor can you lose it. He who makes the effort to help his
fellow man is the rightful owner and still possesses the entire
stone, although he has shared it with all the world. To each and
every one to whom you have spoken, although they knew it not, you
have given one of the smaller stones which you first found. It is
enough.

When the Master Stone is cut and polished, then is the labor of
the fortunate possessor ended. The long journeying and weary
wandering, the sorrow-laden heart and tear-dimmed eyes, have cut
and polished your gem. Behold, it is a white and a fair stone!'

"Drawing it from his bosom, the Wanderer gazed into the wonderful
light of the stone while an expression of great peace stole over
his face. Holding the gem close to his bosom his eyelids closed
and he fell asleep, a wanderer no more."

RAMESES


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DTB



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-----Original Message-----
From: Pendragon [mailto:pendragon@cqmail.net]
Sent: Monday, May 19, 2003 1:03 AM
To: theos-talk@yahoogroups.c; theosophie-d@yahoogroups.com; agni
yoga; agni yoga
Subject: Theos-World email change

Halcyon, May 18, 2003

Dear Friends,

Effective immediately, my old email address

Pendragon@fix.net

has changed to

Pendragon@cqmail.net

Pls. do send me a test email to see if we got it right.

Kindest regards,

Pendragon

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