THE PRICELESS GIFT OF FALLING OFF THE ARABIAN HORSE
while walking through the market,
my attention was drawn to a young man.
He was of dark skin, dressed in linen white clothes.
There was something very special about him
that made me approach him.
He smiled in an extremely friendly way
when I told him he had a beautiful horse.
I told him I only rode once and I loved it.
He offered me to teach me how to ride.
I loved his simplicity and peacefulness,
I felt as if I was with a long time friend.
So, I accepted his offer.
I do not thing the boy was more than 15-16 years old.
Before I knew it,
I was sitting on this gorgeous white horse.
He was a tall, elegant horse emanating
a fascinating feeling of independence and power.
I was puzzled.
I was sitting on a wild horse without any bridle or saddle.
Either that kid was crazy,
or he must have known something I did not know.
How could have possibly expect me to ride a horse that way?
one of “my” analytical minds suggested.
Before I was even able to utter this line of thoughts,
the horse was running wild, as fast as a scared horse could run.
But he was not scared at all.
Deep inside I knew I was perfectly safe.
While a little concert of voices were warning me about
the risk and danger of daring to break free,
I knew into the realm of silence and simplicity, that
that it was the perfect and only way to really ride a horse.
My minds however were working very hard
to keep me aground.
“How that guy could put me on a wild horse without any instructions,
totally careless of any danger or risk?
It is impossible to be able to stay on a horse like that… Impossible!!
You better jump off right now!!“
the “minds” were insisting.
The horse was higher than a sky rise building
and was almost flying at great speed over fields and cities.
All this was accompanied by a fantastic feeling of freedom.
Unfortunately the minds won,
it pushed my body off the horse by ordering him to “save” itself.
While on the ground I complained with the wife of the boy…
“Isn’t too dangerous to ride a horse like that?“
She was a little Asian like woman:
She looked concerned and said:
“Yes, he should have not let you ride like that,
you did the right thing by jumping off of it…”–
It was at that moment that I felt a sudden feeling of failure.
I realized I did fail the test.
I realized that the Asian like woman was the rationale world,
the illusion, the trap of life…
in which I had fallen back into.
I was given an opportunity of a lifetime from my spiritual teacher
and I failed, I failed myself.
It is interesting to observe that in this universe
there are beings which have cross to the other dimension,
and those people are usually surrounded from highly materialistic,
solid bodies, which are barred from any real spiritual perception.
…They are, however, good caretakers of bodies
and are assisting and loving the material side,
the physical illusion of these spiritual teachers.
Today is a beautiful day.
Because I was thought a priceless lesson.
Even having failed,
I realized my teacher left me a priceless treasure
by giving me the gift of sight.
Existing without being, is the only way to life.
The only real trap, is having an ‘I’,
as it was the ‘I’, who stopped me from riding free.
The ‘I’ or the mind, The I’s or the minds…
is the same thing.
I did not feel the horse connecting with me
because I was expecting from him to have a ‘I’,
and not finding it,
I erroneously assumed (as my mind cleverly suggested me)
that he did not care about me.
I was so wrong.
He too could fly, because he existed without being.
His freedom and my freedom
was his way to welcome me to his world,
and the best way to take me beyond
the lies of a “rational brain run society”.
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