Once there was a man who loved to climb mountains. He considered
himself to be quite spiritual and saw mountain climbing as a metaphor
for his mystical ascent. He decided to climb a particular mountain and
was so confident in his own abilities that he didn’t bother researching
it or planning the path he would take to get to the top. He packed up
his gear and his book of spiritual teachings and started the upward
trek.
About half way up he stopped for some food and read from
his spiritual book. He stood up and looked over the countryside and
thanked God for all the good things he had and for giving him the chance
to see this beautiful world from such a height. He tarried a bit longer
than he should have, the afternoon sun was setting fast, but he wasn’t
concerned. Even when the sky started to turn dark and storm clouds
started moving in, the man continued on his mission. But soon the night
fell heavy in the heights of the mountain, and the climber got lost and
could not see anything. All was black and misty cold and the moon and
the stars were covered by the clouds. Undaunted, the man continued
climbing the mountain despite his disorientation and confusion. He
thought, God will guide me, God will protect me, and I will reach the
top of this mountain.
He climbed for hours, not even sure
sometimes if he was moving up, down or sideways. Once, the clouds
parted, and he thought he saw the peak of the mountain not far ahead of
him. But the clouds and the darkness returned and he lost sight of the
summit. He continued climbing in the night and the growing cold – moving
more by instinct and what he took to be faith than by any true
knowledge of his path. And then, while reaching out over an outcropping
ledge, he slipped and fell into the air, falling at great speed. He
could only see black spots as he went down, and the terrible sensation
of being sucked by gravity.
He kept falling, and in the moments
of great fear, it came to his mind all the good and bad episodes of his
life. He was thinking now about how close death was getting, when all of
a sudden he felt the rope tied to his waist pull him very hard. He
stopped falling and his body hung limp in the air.
Only the rope was holding him and in that moment of stillness he had no other choice but to scream: “Help me God.”
All of a sudden a deep voice coming from the sky answered, “What do you want me to do?”
“Save me God.”
And God replied “Do you really believe I can save you?”
“Of course I believe.”
“And will you do exactly as I tell you?” the voice asked.
“Of course Lord, whatever you ask of me I will do.”
“Then trust in me, cut the rope tied to your waist – free yourself from the darkness and be saved.”
There was a moment of silence. The man began to weep. He clutched
tighter to the rope holding him and felt the cold and the darkness wrap
itself around him. And the voice spoke to him no more.
The next
morning the rescue team reported that a climber was found dead and
frozen. His hands still clutched the rope and his face was a mask of
agony. He was hanging only three feet above the ground!
Do people really believe in what they say they believe in? Can they
really trust the words of their own heart? What are the consequences of
not doing what you believe is the right thing?
Believe in your God. Always believe in Teachings of your Guru.
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