The Magic Horse

The Magic Horse

 

The Magic Horse

A king had two sons. The first helped the people by working for them in a manner they understood. The second was called ‘Lazy’ because he was a dreamer, as far as anyone could see.
The first son gained great honours in his land. The second obtained from a humble carpenter a wooden horse and sat astride it. But the horse was a magical one. It carried the rider, if he was sincere, to his heart’s desire.
Seeking his heart’s desire, the young prince disappeared one day on the horse. He was absent a long time. After many adventures he returned with a beautiful princess from the Country of Light, and his father was overjoyed at his safe return and listened to the story of the magic horse.
The horse was made available to anyone who wanted it in that country. But many people preferred the obvious benefits which the actions of the first prince provided for them because to them the horse always looked like a plaything. They did not get beyond the outer appearance of the horse, which was not impressive – just like a plaything.
When the old king died, the ‘prince who liked to play with toys’ became, by his wish, the king. But people in general despised him. They much preferred the excitement and interest of the discoveries and activities of the practical prince.

This traditional Sufi teaching tale has a number of lessons about life and practice in it. Some are not obvious at first.  Please contemplate it as a practice. After you have please share your interpretation with us.

The Ancient Doorkeeper

The Ancient Doorkeeper

 

We have the ability to become conscious of negative patterns that frighten us and hold us in place. We have the ability to expand our lives in ways that are liberating, exciting and enchanting. There is, however, a doorkeeper: a guard at the door. Our life, like any magical tale, is populated by many fantastic characters. The guard at the door often appears in our life’s magical tale as a towering monster who embodies our fear as well as our blame and lethargy.
However, the doorkeeper  is really only our mechanical negative thoughts.  Somewhere near the guard and the door is also a magic gem. It is called the stone of consciousness. This gem is  found by going through a dark tunnel of doubt and habit and hopelessness. If we think we can’t go through this tunnel,  it is of course impossible. The magic stone can help us go through.  The stone becomes a light that we can shine on ourselves. In the ancient magical books this process is called self observation or objectivity.  The rite of bringing consciousness to our life and actions.
The cost of bringing this light to our life and actions is letting go of the mechanical device called the mind of doubt and fear. We also must get rid of our lifelong companion Sir or Madam Victim.
Then we can use the magic stone to dissolve the doorkeeper and  enter our lives fully.