A mystical story to finish.
A sculptor was working on a statue in the quarry. But he wasn’t very successful. Suddenly, the stone broke in two, and to his surprise he saw an ant holding a small grain in the middle of the crack. The sculptor pondered: “How did the ant get in there? Who feeds it?” And he thought: “Whoever gave you the beak will also give you food.” He dropped his work and went home, even though it was only noon. His wife was surprised, especially when he told her that he would stop working altogether. “If an ant can survive in a stone, how could I die?” His wife calmed him down and sent him to the doctor. But he went on: “Why, I’m normal, and if fate, God, or whatever you want to call it, wants to give me something, let it be thrown down through our roof. If it was just put in front of my door, I wouldn’t go for it! I am nobody’s servant. If God gave me life, he must help me survive.” Women are kind-hearted, but everything has its limits. There’s a saying that people love you for your work, and if you don’t work for your family, the love will fade away. But the sculptor didn’t relent. One evening, he said to his wife: “Earlier today, I had a stick, and I was just digging around in the sand, and suddenly a wooden chest appeared, and it was full of jewels and gold.” The woman quickly asked: “Where is it?” “Well, I buried it again! If fate wants to give me riches, let it bring them to me here, why should I bother?” “You’re crazy, tell me where it is.” Two thieves happened to be standing at the window and heard everything. They decided to find the treasure that very night. They succeeded in finding the chest, but when they opened it, there were only snakes and scorpions writhing in it, much to their surprise. “The cunning man must have known about us and set us up,” they figured. “But we’re really going to throw that chest down his chimney.” And they dragged the heavy chest up to the roof, threw it straight into the bedroom, and fled. When the wife opened it, it was filled with jewels and gold. The man calmly said: “This is what fate wanted to give me, take it, I’m not interested.” And the moral of the story is: If anything is really within your karma, it will come to you, and if it is not, you will not attain it.
Paramhans Swami Maheshwarananda
Divine Mirror. Stories of a Yoga Master.
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