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Adi and Praja

Chapter 9

Issue 125: The Story

Many men agreed with them, at that time. The ‘prisoners of war’ married within their new community and got their children and everything was forgotten – until a next generation had become of the right age. And then it started all over again.


(the story)

Shano spend much of his time studying and thinking. He could talk about it with nobody. His teacher had strictly forbidden him to show or even mention this book to anyone. And that was hard for Shano. He understood why though: others would not understand it anyway and would begin to ridicule isolated parts of the sacred text and give their own stupid interpretations and they would turn away from Shano and his teachers – and then all would be lost for the future. The future? What sense does it make if Shano gains wisdom, but takes it with him into his grave? But the teachers had assured him that before his death a foreigner would become his pupil in wood carving and then he would notice after some time that this pupil was in reality a philosopher. To him he should give the scripture – he would then take it to his own country and spread it around. “The time needs some decades to ripen,” they had added.

Shano would meet the old men every two years. Every time they would answer his questions, but they would never touch on subjects which Shano would not approach, because his spiritual education had to be exactly according to the lines of Shano’s own development. Giving too much, or information that played no role for Shano at the moment would have been confusing and have led to error. But Shano was such a person who had always many questions. The subjects remained secret, between Shano and the two old men. Him was never given a further spiritual book, even though he asked. They only said: “Not now,” and it never happened in his whole life. He was given some books on medicine though, and the knowledge in it he would then teach to Moimoi – and he taught her to read the books herself. She learned to cure diseases for which there was no cure until that time.

Shano shared his great concern with his teachers: “It is very interesting for me to know all these things and get wisdom – but what is the use if it is for me only. Could he not teach something to his people?” The teachers consented to give him a story that was not in the book. It was not contrary to the book though. But he would never be allowed to show or mention the book to others, nor to talk about any factual information contained in it. But this separate, unwritten story he could tell to everyone, inside and outside his village. It went like this:

In the beginning there was nothing but One God. God lived in the universe before there were the sun and the stars and the earth. God was not a man or a woman. He was none of them, but both. There was nothing that could be heard, seen, smelled, touched or tasted. No people. No animals, no plants, no stones, no waters. God was the Great Mind That Was Everywhere, and God was the Great Heart That Was Everywhere. Therefore, for the good of all creatures he created them – to make them happy. God was only good, evil did not exist. He first created living stars, then the sun, the moon, then the soft earth – which became dry and hard, so that creatures could live on it. From himself God made the spirits of the forest, of the water, of the land and of the sky, and made earth, water, air, fire and space, and gave them hardness, taste, smell, colors and heat, and sound, and the out if these he composed the rivers and mountains, plants, animals and people. The people were the first, but they could not think. All beings come from, are created by and are subordinate to God, because God is all powers. Their favors come from It (God) only – therefore they all prey to It and obey.

To people God gave of Its own Mind. People used and misused the mind, and became good and evil. Then started wars and many perished. Then God send Its messengers many times to help the people: They sad: “Don’t kill, don’t harm other beings. Try to remember God who made you, and who remains in your heart.” Thus said the messengers who came and went. Many listened and many listened not to the messengers – these last became violent, evil, selfish, powerful and made wars. They never gained real knowledge. God killed them all – they killed themselves. The ones who listened became great people. Those who listen today will be happy and like God in the future. The message is simple: Don’t do harm to anyone, don’t talk harmful to anyone, don’t think evil of anyone. Be humble like grains of sand: without reward every being walks on them and they support every growing, creeping and walking thing. Be humble like grains of sand – do your duty which always supports God’s original goodness and Its original mind. Help those you can help, give love where there is sorrow, don’t kill, don’t punish, don’t insult, don’t take what another desires first. Avoid suffering, first for others, then for yourself. Do right when you know what is right, but if you doubt, do what you think a messenger of God would do. If you fulfill this path you will gain all powers and knowledge and become good, like God.

You are all children of God, sons and daughters, and It never forgets any creature for a moment. You are part of God, and God is part of you. It will give you everything what you need and what It Itself is – provided you follow the path of God and His/Her messengers. Others perish and suffer much.

Think about God deeply, every day. Let no-one interfere with your own heart and mind. Follow these. God has no form, because He/She is everywhere. It is not a person, because It is in all persons and is all persons. It is not an animal or plants or spirit, because It is in all beings and is all beings. It is smaller than the smallest and greater than the greatest. It is the Origin and the Purpose.”

Shano was deeply impressed. He immediately understood at least partly what would be the impact in the people’s mind: they would have hope, stop having fear, and be good and pleasant and great people. They would have great trust and self-confidence, women as well as men. He felt that in himself, so it must also be true for other people. The people would ultimately be liberated from black magicians and feel friendship for the spirits which are helpful and live with them in mutual happiness. The people would become more intelligent. Nobody would be haughty, because everyone was a part of God and subordinate in power and knowledge to God, and like a building stone and helper of the whole universe. They would understand that from now on life was going to be ever greater and greater.

This story Shano told to many – and especially intelligent people liked him to repeat it again and again. Most people became better of character. Nevertheless hardly anyone would grasp or even notice the deeper message in it. Even Shano himself, just sixteen, could not really understand it. But he loved it. Intuitively, inside, surrounding and stretching out into infinite space beyond the outer surface of their mind, they knew that the story was the most important of all stories in he world.

Understanding would slowly come and grow throughout the centuries and millennia to come, but also the story would sometimes be completely forgotten – until somebody like Shano came to tell it again. And that happened many times during human history and prehistory.

Shano, 16, and Moimoi, 19 were like boyfriend and girlfriend, but also like brother and sister, like colleagues and friends. One day they would officially marry, they thought, but that was only a side issue in the forest community. Love needs no confirmation by outsiders. And nobody doubted that they belonged together. And their parents had already helped them to build a new house without walls for them alone, near the creek at the edge of the forest, a bit hidden behind the shrubs.

In the evenings they often used to sit together for a long time, just silently enjoying each other. She would sit close behind him, her beautiful breasts softly resting against his back, and she would strike his hers and his skin. He would just sit quietly and enjoy. Normal sex was impossible because of Shano’s handicap. But she knew how to satisfy him. She didn’t do that always, and he didn’t ask her, because they understood without words. Love was greater than that. But sometimes she would caress his penis, slowly, at the bottom, and when it had reached size she would hold it in her soft hand, softly moving up and down, and then felt his sperm rise up, and it would spoil over her hand. Sometimes Shano cried when he was ready – not because of himself, but because he knew that he could never satisfy her in the proper way. For himself it was the most beautiful, most delightful feeling in life, and it couldn’t be repeated oft enough. She however sometimes looked at the drying sperm which was glistering in the moonlight on her hand, and thought: these are my children which I will never bear. They will never enjoy the inside of my body, never receive my warmth, and I will never see them being born and grow up. But it is okay. It is how things have to be – for some reason.

Shano, when he was just seventeen, had offered her that if she wanted to go with … 

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