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One confused visited a Sufi master and told him:

I have just one question for you. Why, no matter which Sufi I turn to, it seems to me that I always receive different advice?

The master replied:

Let's go for a walk around the city and see what we can find out about this mystery.

They went to the market, and the Sufi asked the greengrocer:

Tell me what prayer is it time for now?

The greengrocer replied:

Now is the time for morning prayer.

They continued their walk. After some time, the Sufi, seeing the tailor, asked him:

The tailor replied:

Now is the time for midday prayer.

The Sufi, after talking with the seeker for some time, approached another person, this time a bookbinder, and asked him:

What kind of prayer is now the time for?

The man replied:

Now is the time for afternoon prayer.

The Sufi turned to his companion and said:

Let's continue the experiment, or are you convinced that essentially the same question can evoke almost completely different answers, each of which corresponds to the current moment?

A parable about how to react to people

One of the disciples asked Buddha:

If someone hits me, what should I do?

Buddha replied:

If a dry branch falls from a tree and hits you, what should you do?

The student said:

What will I do? It was a simple accident, a simple coincidence that I found myself under a tree when a branch fell from it.

So do the same. Someone was mad, angry, and hit you. It's like a branch falling from a tree on you. Don't let this bother you, just go on your way as if nothing happened.

One day a son asked his father:

What is the cross that every person must bear throughout his life? Where does he come from, and why do many say that the cross that befell them is too heavy?

Father took a piece of paper and a pencil. He drew a vertical line on a piece of paper and said to his son:

Do you see this line? This is the will of God.

I drew a second horizontal line so that it intersected the first.

And this line, he said, is the will of man. The larger the second line, the heavier the cross that a person must bear throughout life.

One wise man, speaking to his audience, told them an anecdote. The entire audience shook with laughter.

A few minutes later he told people the same joke again. Only a few people smiled.

The sage told the same joke for the third time, but no one laughed.

The old wise man smiled and said: “You can’t laugh at the same joke all the time... So why do you allow yourself to cry over the same thing all the time?”

5 short proofs of feelings

1. One day, a village suffering from drought decided to pray together for saving rain. On the appointed day, everyone went out to the square... But only one boy took an umbrella with him. This is Faith.
2. When you throw him into the air while playing with a child, he laughs joyfully and looks around with eyes full of delight, because he knows that you will catch him. This is Trust.
3. Every night we go to bed without any guarantee that we will wake up tomorrow morning, but despite everything, we set the alarm again and again. This is Hope.
4. Every day we make plans for the future, despite the fact that we have no idea what events will happen tomorrow, in a week, in two hours. This is Confidence.
5. Every day we see how people quarrel, cheat, hate and break up. We understand that we are unlikely to avoid the same... But nevertheless, in spite of everything, we still Love!

Parable about human hearts

Once he came to one village and stayed there to live.

One day, 12 brothers-zodiac signs came to the sage and asked for advice, each on his own business. The sage was silent for a day, the sage was silent for two days, and the zodiac brothers were still waiting...

12 brothers-zodiac signs

There lived a sage on a high mountain. His hair was white as snow, and his face was all covered with wrinkles. Many people turned to him for advice and his advice was accurate, going straight to the heart.

One day, 12 brothers-zodiac signs came to him and asked for advice, each on his own business. The sage was silent for a day, the sage was silent for two days, and the zodiac brothers were still waiting.

And only on the 7th day, in the light of the young moon, the sage told them these parables. And the brothers left with peace in their souls and joy in their hearts...

See the sea. Aries

In one poor village a boy was born. He spent his days meaninglessly, mechanically and monotonously, just like the rest of the inhabitants of this dying village, having no idea what to do with own life. And one fine night he dreamed of the sea. None of the villagers had ever seen the sea, so no one could confirm that such endless water existed somewhere in the world.

And when the young man announced that he was going to go in search of the sea from his dream, everyone twisted their finger at their temple and called him a madman. But, in spite of everything, he set out on a journey and wandered for a long time until he found himself at a fork in the road. Here he chose the road that led straight, and a few days later he reached a village whose inhabitants led a calm, prosperous life.

When the young man told them that he was traveling, dreaming of finding the sea, they began to convince him that he was wasting his time and it would be better for him to stay in this village and live as happily as everyone else.

For several years the young man lived in abundance. But one night he dreamed of the sea again, and he remembered his unfulfilled dream. The young man decided to leave the village and hit the road again. After saying goodbye to everyone, he returned to the fork and this time went in a different direction. He walked for a long time until he reached a big city.

I admired its hubbub and diversity and decided to stay there. I studied, worked, had fun and over time completely forgot about the purpose of my journey. However, a few years later he again saw the sea in a dream and thought that if he did not fulfill the dream of his youth, he would waste his life. Therefore, he again returned to the fork and chose the third road, which led him into the forest.

In a small clearing, the young man saw a hut, and next to it, a not too young, but beautiful woman who was hanging out washed clothes. She invited him to stay with her, since her husband went to war and did not return. The man agreed. They lived happily for many years, raised children, but one day our hero, who was already old, was again visited by a dream about the sea.

And he left everything with which he had been associated for many years, returned to the fork and set off along the last path, hitherto unknown to him, very steep and rocky. He walked with difficulty and began to fear that he would soon be completely exhausted. Finding himself at the foot of a large mountain, the old man decided to climb it in the hope of seeing the sea from his dreams at least from afar.

A few hours later, at the end of his strength, he reached the top of the mountain. Vast expanses stretched out before him:

• the old man saw a fork in the road and a village in which the inhabitants led a prosperous life,
• and a big city
• and the hut of a woman with whom he spent many happy years.

And in the distance, on the horizon, I saw the blue, endless sea. And, before his tormented heart stopped, the touched old man, through tears of regret, noticed that all the roads along which he walked led to the sea, but he did not go through any of them to the end.

Proud deer. a lion

One young Deer had large and beautiful antlers, which he was very proud of. No one had such luxurious horns! Wild goats were grazing near him, and they had such small and crooked horns that he laughed at them. And when he encountered wild boars that had no horns at all, but only crooked tusks, he snorted disdainfully and turned away from them. After all, he had something to be proud of!

Everything in his life would be wonderful if not for his legs. It seemed to him that they were very ugly, thin and crooked. He didn’t tell anyone about this, but he suffered and was very worried about it.

And then one day there was a fire in the forest. All the wild animals began to run away in fear. And at that moment the Deer appreciated all the dignity of his strong legs. They carried him faster than the wind. He outran all the wild boars and antelopes and would certainly have escaped the fire if not for his branchy, spreading horns. They got stuck in dense thickets. Wild animals rushed past. The fire was getting closer.

And at that moment the Deer realized for the first time how good his legs were, and how ridiculous his antlers were, the source of his pride!

Cheerful monkey. Sagittarius

Once upon a time there lived a Monkey. So cheerful. Every morning the Monkey went to the River. The river was calm and quiet, and the Monkey really liked to look into it, as if into a mirror. She made different faces, bent into unimaginable poses and screamed joyfully. The river responded with a quiet splash and secret silence.

So time passed. Every morning the Monkey ran to the River, greeting her with a joyful cry. The river shimmered in the rays of the sun and attracted beauty.

But one day the Monkey did not come. She didn’t come the next day or the third. The river was waiting. Sometimes it seemed that she was completely silent, listening to different sounds, hoping to hear familiar footsteps. But there was no Monkey.

And then the River began to feel sad. Everything about her lost peace. She rushed around in search of the Monkey. And in its depths, various metamorphoses began to occur. Either it seethed restlessly, causing a flood, then it acquired a new undercurrent that filled it and gave it strength. The river is no longer the calm river it once was.

She began to look for the Path and one Spring, when the rains overflowed its banks, she set off on the road. The river hoped to meet again that Monkey, who, as it turned out, meant so much to her. And she searched. Sometimes the light of the stars showed her the way, and she moved forward, towards the sun.

And then one day, having traveled a long way, the River saw the endless, vast and majestic Sea. All this was awe-inspiring and mesmerizing with its beauty. The river was filled with a new, inexplicable feeling for her. She threw herself into the Sea and dissolved in it completely, without a trace. She surrendered to enormous depth and power, becoming one with him.

And now, when the wave rises high and the sun splashes in the most secret depths, the River remembers her, the Monkey, who helped her find what she needed so much - find Herself. And sometimes it seems to her that Fate itself was the Monkey who showed the way to Happiness.

Mountain and Donkey. Taurus

A little donkey was walking along a path between the mountains. He was dragging behind him a small cart with all sorts of rubbish. “Funny Donkey,” thought the Mountain, “Why is he dragging around this useless rubbish?”

And the Mountain decided to have fun with the Donkey. From her heights she threw a large gray stone into his cart. The donkey walked and continued to walk.

“Strange Donkey,” thought the Mountain and threw another large stone into the cart. The donkey stubbornly dragged his small cart behind him. Along the way, he met people and asked him: “Why are you dragging these useless stones with you? Wouldn't you rather stop and throw them off the cart? Walking will immediately become easier.” But Donkey looked at the people incomprehensibly and, sweating profusely, stubbornly walked forward, dragging a cart with stones behind him.

The Mountain was amusing itself with more and more excitement at the Donkey, marveling at his stubborn stupidity and throwing more and more stones into the cart. “My burden is heavy,” thought Donkey, suffocating from overwork. And died.

The perfect camel. Virgo

Many years ago, four scientists traveled with a caravan through the Kavir desert. In the evening they all sat together around a large fire and shared their impressions. They all admired the camels. The camels' unpretentiousness, endurance, strength and incomprehensible patience were truly amazing.

“We all have a pen,” said one. “Let's write or draw something in honor of the camel and glorify it.” With these words, he took the parchment scroll and headed into the tent where the lamp was burning. A few minutes later he came out and showed his work to his friends. He drew a camel getting up after resting. The drawing was so good that the camel seemed alive.

The second entered the tent and soon returned with a short business essay on the benefits that camels bring to the caravan.

The third one wrote a charming poem.

Finally the fourth went to the tent and asked not to disturb him. Several hours passed, the fire in the fire had long gone out, and the friends had already fallen asleep, and the creaking of a pen and monotonous singing could still be heard from the dimly lit tent. In vain the friends waited for their comrade for three whole days. The tent hid him as securely as the earth that closed behind Aladdin.

Finally, on the fifth day, the most diligent of all the diligent ones came out of the tent. Black shadows framed his eyes, his cheeks were sunken, and his chin was covered in stubble. With a tired gait and a sour expression on his face, as if he had eaten green lemons, he walked up to his friends and with annoyance threw a bunch of parchment scrolls on the carpet in front of them. On the outside of the first scroll was written in large letters across the entire width: “The ideal camel, or the Camel as it should be...”

Climbing. Capricorn

Everyone told him that this peak was dangerous. Everyone told him that this mountain is the highest in the world. Everyone told him that no one had ever been up there before. But one morning he collected everything he needed and hit the road.

The climb was incredibly difficult. Many times he balanced on a thin blade between life and death. The body seemed to become alien and was sometimes reluctant to respond to the commands of the brain. But he continued to climb, gritting his teeth and whispering words that no one could hear.

The last meters seemed like hell. And now the brain refused to understand where it was, and often drew strange surreal pictures. And then the body took on a seemingly impossible task and continued to climb up.

Having reached the top in pitch darkness, he filled the entire surrounding space with the bestial cry of the winner and fell into a short restless sleep. However, the dawn gave him new impressions: at a distance of several kilometers from the conquered peak, the path began to a mountain that was twice as high as the conquered one.

They should always be close. Twins

They settled on Earth together with the first people and always accompanied them, were always nearby. They could exist separately. This was rare, and, sooner or later, They met. We met again. This is how man is made.

She was beautiful and kind, He was prickly and unpleasant. She was bright and joyful, He was dark and sad. She brought people warmth and hope. He is coldness and envy. She filled hearts and thoughts, He devastated and took away strength. She came to help both to die and to rise again. He lived constantly, changing his appearance and place of residence. Everyone loved her, cared for her, and cherished her. They hated him and tried to drive him out.

But people depended on them equally. And it has always been like this. She came first, He followed her relentlessly. Even if He was not noticed, He was still there. He ruined people's lives with small dirty tricks and major troubles. And most importantly, He interfered with Her. He interfered with Her work.

Sometimes, just having appeared, She was already defeated by Him. And man's plans remained only plans. Oh, how much on Earth was destroyed by Him before it had yet been created. Because, having met Him at the very beginning of the journey, it was already difficult for Her to get around the barrier that He put in front of man. And, moreover, to win.

And in the midst of Her work, He caused no less mischief. His main task it was and is - to prevent Her and the person from reaching the goal. And how often a person did not listen to Her and turned aside halfway, under His threat. Even at the very finish line, He could catch up with Her and throw her back.

And without Her, man could only exist. After all, it is impossible to live without Her. Without Her, life lost its meaning, and He took over the meaning. It made an ordinary day gray and lifeless, and filled the night with insomnia and nightmares. Man cannot cope with Him on his own. Treatment by a psychiatrist and taking strong medications helped for a while. Only She could heal.

She came and carried light and the future. But it wasn’t so easy with Her alone. She completely took possession of a person, and he sometimes followed her at the cost of his life. One's own and someone else's. She triumphed in victory, and the man who drove Him away became Her hostage. And he walked, not noticing anything or anyone around. And the man came to Her. Then loneliness set in, She quietly melted, and behind this He quietly crept up.

But, fortunately, it is difficult to meet them alone. So He and She walk together on the Earth. Fear and Dream. And without Fear it is difficult to find a Dream. Often it is Fear that gives birth to a Dream. And after the Dream there is always Fear. Fear “what if it doesn’t come true?” Our task is to make sure that Fear does not prevent the Dream from coming true, and that the Dream overcomes Fear.

The parable of two wolves. Scales

Once upon a time, an old Indian revealed one vital truth to his grandson.

- There is a struggle in every person, very similar to the struggle of two wolves. One wolf represents evil - envy, jealousy, regret, selfishness, ambition, lies... The other wolf represents good - peace, love, hope, truth, kindness, loyalty...

The little Indian, touched to the depths of his soul by his grandfather’s words, thought for a few moments, and then asked:

- Which wolf wins in the end?

The old Indian smiled faintly and replied:

- The wolf you feed always wins.

Three masons. Aquarius

At the beginning of the 14th century, work was underway in Central Europe to build a magnificent cathedral. The supervisor of the work was a priest who was tasked with supervising the work of all laborers and artisans.

The priest decided to watch how the masons worked. He chose three masons as representatives of the different positions represented in their profession. He approached the first mason and said:

My brother, tell me about your work.

The mason looked up from his work and answered in a broken voice, full of anger and indignation:

As you can see, I am sitting in front of a stone slab that is a meter high, half a meter long and wide. And with every blow of the cutter on this stone, I feel like a piece of my life is leaving. Look, my hands are tired and covered with calluses. My face was drawn and my hair turned grey. This work will never end, it continues endlessly, day after day. It exhausts me. Where is the satisfaction? I will die long before the cathedral is built.

The monk approached the second mason.

“My brother,” he said, “tell me about your work.”

Brother,” the mason answered in a quiet, calm voice, “as you can see, I am sitting in front of a stone slab one meter high and half a meter long and wide. And with every blow of the chisel on the stone, I feel that I am creating life and the future. Look, I was able to make sure my family lived in a comfortable home, much better than the one where I grew up. My children go to school. Without a doubt, they will achieve more in life than I did. And all this became possible thanks to my work. I give my skill to the cathedral, and it also gifts me.

The monk approached the third mason.

Brother,” he said, “tell me about your work.”

“Brother,” the mason answered, smiling broadly, in a voice full of joy. - You see, I’m sitting in front of a stone slab a meter high and half a meter wide. And with every touch of the chisel to the stone, I feel that I am carving my destiny.

Look, you see what beautiful features emerge from the stone. By sitting here, I am not only embodying my skill and my craft, I am contributing to what I value and what I believe in. The Universe, reflected in the cathedral, will reward each of us.

Here, beside this stone, I am at peace with myself, and I know that, although I shall not see this cathedral completed, it will stand for another thousand years, representing that which is true in us, and serving the purpose for which the Almighty sent to this earth and me.

The monk went away and reflected for some time on what he had heard. He fell into a peaceful sleep, such as he had not slept for a long time, and the next day he relieved himself of the authority of the work manager and offered this position to a third mason.

Chickens and swallows. Cancer

One day, swallows, flying south, sat down to rest on a tree under which there was a chicken coop. The swallows began to discuss among themselves how good it is in the South, it’s so great there! And these conversations attracted one chicken.

She listened to the wonderful stories of the swallows for a long time, and when they flew away, she thought: “I also want to go South! It would be great to visit there. Why am I worse than others? It looks like the wings are in place, the feathers are there and everything is as it should be.”

Then she firmly decided to fly to the South. All the chickens have gathered. A huge “support group” was organized, each chicken tried to give useful advice, to cheer them up, because this has never happened in their history. The chicken gathered her courage, perched on the fence, turned to the south and shouted to the whole world:

Go!

And, catching a tailwind, she flew as hard as she could. She really wanted to get to the South, so she devoted herself entirely to the flight. So she flew over the neighbor's yard, a clearing, a highway, beyond which no one had ever wandered, and fell into the collective farm apple orchard.

And then she saw heaven on earth! Shady spreading apple trees, juicy apples lying everywhere, a scarecrow, and even she saw the watchman! When she returned, she enthusiastically told the other chickens how it had been for days.

And then the flock of swallows sat down on the tree again, and the swallows again started talking about the South. But now the chickens were no longer silent as usual. When they heard about the sea, rocks and sand, they said:

Wait, wait, what rocks? What kind of sand? What are you carrying? Here we have our own, chicken authority! And the famous pilot began to speak knowledgeably, with her eyes half closed, about the highway, about the garden, about apples and about the watchman.

Like this! - said the chickens. - This is what the South is like! And what you are telling is some kind of deception, nonsense, which you yourself believe in and only fool others! Now we know everything ourselves!

The swallows smiled mysteriously and, without saying anything, flew away to “their” South.

True knowledge. Scorpion

One day, a school Teacher came to a very respected Teacher and accused her that her teaching method was absolutely illogical, that it was some kind of crazy chatter, and some other things of this kind. The teacher took a gem from her bag. She pointed to the shops shopping center and said:

Take it to the shops that sell silverware and watch batteries and see if you can get a hundred gold pounds for it.

The School Master tried everything he could, but he was offered no more than a hundred silver pence.

Great,” said the Teacher. - Now go to a real jeweler and see what he will give you for this stone.

The School Teacher went to the nearest jewelry shop and was incredibly surprised when he was suddenly offered ten thousand gold pounds for this stone.

The teacher said:

You have tried to understand the nature of the knowledge I give and my method of teaching, just as the silver merchants tried to value this stone. If you want to be able to determine the true value of a stone, become a jeweler.

Creator and soul. Fish

Once upon a time there lived a man, and then, as usual, he died. After that, I looked at myself and was very surprised. The body lay on the bed, and all he had left was his soul. Naked, completely transparent, so you could immediately see what was what.

The man was upset - without his body it became somehow unpleasant and uncomfortable. All the thoughts he thought swam in his soul like colorful fish. All his memories lay at the bottom of his soul - take them and look at them. Among these memories there were beautiful and good ones, the kind that are pleasant to hold in your hands. But there were also those that made the person himself feel scared and disgusted. He tried to shake the ugly memories out of his soul, but it just didn’t work. Then he tried to put the prettier ones on top. And he went the road assigned to him.

God looked at the man briefly and said nothing. The man decided that God in a hurry did not notice other memories, he was happy and went to heaven - since God did not close the door in front of him. Some time passed, it’s hard to even say what, because where the person ended up, time passed completely differently than on Earth. And the man returned back to God.

Why did you come back? - asked God. - After all, I did not close the gates of heaven in front of you.

Lord, said the man, I feel bad in your paradise. I'm afraid to take a step - there is too little good in my soul, and it cannot cover up the bad. I'm afraid everyone can see how bad I am.

What do you want? - asked God, since he was the creator of time and had it in abundance to answer everyone.

“You are omnipotent and merciful,” said the man. “You saw right through my soul, but you didn’t stop me when I tried to hide my sins.” Take pity on me, remove from my soul all the bad things that are there?

And God took from the man’s soul everything that he was ashamed of. He took out the memory of betrayal and betrayal, cowardice and meanness, lies and slander, greed and laziness. But, having forgotten about hatred, a person forgot about love, and having forgotten about his downfalls, he forgot about his ups. The soul stood before God and was empty - more empty than at the moment when a person was born.

But God was merciful and put back into the soul everything that filled it. And then the man asked again:

What should I do, Lord? If good and evil were so merged in me, then where should I go? Really - to hell?

Return to paradise,” answered the Creator, “for I have created nothing but heaven. You carry hell with you.

And the man returned to paradise, but time passed, and again he appeared before God.

Creator! - said the man. - I feel bad in your paradise. You are omnipotent and merciful. Have pity on me, forgive my sins.

“I was expecting a completely different request,” God answered. - But I will do as you ask.

And God forgave the man for everything he did. And the man went to heaven. But time passed, and he returned to God again.

What do you want now? - asked God.

Creator! - said the man. - I feel bad in your paradise. You are omnipotent and merciful, You have forgiven me. But I myself cannot forgive myself. Help me?

“I was waiting for this request,” God answered. - But this is the stone that I cannot lift.

Greetings to everyone who visited our site. Today we decided in this post to tell you short and very wise life parables. Probably, each of you asked yourself many questions about life, happiness, love and relationships between people. Life makes us think about many things. These short stories in the form of parables help you think about the meaning of life. They make us think. They teach to forgive and ask for forgiveness. Appreciate what we have. In each parable you will find something useful for yourself, perhaps in it you will find the answer to your question. How much wisdom is in these stories, how much love and life!? Many today try to express their feelings and thoughts in parables. We think that these short parables will not leave you indifferent!

One day a man came to God, he complained about his boring life and said that he was lonely on this beautiful planet. God began to think about how to create a woman, since he spent all the material on creating a man? God did not want to refuse the man, after reflection, he began to create a woman and invented the same thing.

He took the bright, beautiful rays of the sun, all the colors of the enchanting morning dawn, the sadness of the pensive moon, the beautiful appearance of a swan, the tenderness of a playful kitten, the grace of a dragonfly, the gentle warmth of affectionate fur, the insane attractiveness of a magnet. When all this was collected into one image, an ideal creation of incredible beauty appeared in front of him; she was not adapted to life on earth.
To prevent the cloying of this creature, he added the twinkling of cold stars, windy inconstancy, tears of clouds, fox cunning, the importunity of a fly, shark greed, the jealousy of a tigress, wasp vindictiveness, the intoxication of opium and filled it with life. As a result, a real charm, a real sweet woman, appeared in the world.
God gave this creation to a man and urgently said: - take her as she is, and don’t even try to change her!

Footprints in the sand

Once a man had a dream that he was walking along a sandy shore, and the Lord was next to him. And the man began to remember the events of his life. I remembered the joyful ones - and noticed two chains of footprints in the sand, my own and the Lord’s. I recalled misfortunes - and saw only one. Then the man became sad and began to ask the Lord: “Didn’t You tell me: if I follow Your path, You will not leave me?” Why, during the most difficult times of my life, was there only one chain of footprints stretching across the sand? Why did You abandon me when I needed You most? The Lord answered: “I love you and have never left you.” It’s just that in times of troubles and trials I carried you in my arms.

Parable about happiness

God molded a man from clay, and he was left with an unused piece.
- What else do you need to make? - asked God.
“Make me happy,” the man asked.
God did not answer anything, and only placed the remaining piece of clay in the man’s palm.

Taina of love

Once upon a time there lived an old man. He lived in an old temple.
Children often came to the temple to play. The most mischievous was a boy named Taro.
One day, while he was playing on the steps of the temple, three sparrows flew to him, and one of them said:
- The greatest thing in this world is the Sun. Thanks to the sun, our world is so beautiful.
But people accustomed to its light perceive the sun as a normal phenomenon.
Hearing this, the second sparrow said:
- No, the greatest thing in this world is water. Without water there is no life. But people are so used to her availability that they don’t give her her due.
And finally the third sparrow spoke:
- What you said is true. Both sun and water are wonderful gifts. But the most valuable thing on earth, which people don’t even think about, whose generosity they don’t even notice, is air. Without him we would die.
After listening to the conversation of the sparrows, Taro began to think. He never felt grateful to either the air, or the water, or the sun... The boy ran to the old man and told him about what he had heard. He was sad that people were so ignorant that little birds turned out to be wiser than people.
The old man smiled affectionately and said:
- I congratulate you on your great discovery. You are right. People have lost sight of what is most important in life. But all their mistakes can be forgiven if they learn Love. There are vices in people, but you cannot get rid of them, even if you gather all your will into a fist.
In order to drive out vices, God gave people Love. Only Love and its mysterious power allow people to remain the pinnacle of divine creation.

Only in Love is there improvement, only in Love is there development.
Love is the path to God. God does not show himself to us; instead of himself, he sends us Love.
Thanks to Love, people forgive each other, accept each other and create a beautiful world.

One day, a man walking down the street accidentally saw a butterfly cocoon. He watched for a long time as a butterfly tried to exit through a small gap in the cocoon. A lot of time passed, the butterfly seemed to give up its efforts, and the gap remained just as small. It seemed that the butterfly did everything she could, and she had no more strength for anything else.

Then the man decided to help the butterfly: he took a penknife and cut the cocoon. The butterfly immediately came out. But her body was weak and feeble, her wings were undeveloped and barely moved. The man continued to watch, thinking that the butterfly’s wings were about to spread out and get stronger and it would be able to fly. Nothing happened! For the rest of its life, the butterfly dragged its weak body and its unstretched wings along the ground.

She was never able to fly. And all because the person, wanting to help her, did not understand that the butterfly needs effort to exit through the narrow gap of the cocoon, so that the fluid from the body passes into the wings and so that the butterfly can fly. Life forced the butterfly to leave this shell with difficulty so that it could grow and develop.

Sometimes it is effort that we need in life. If we were allowed to live without encountering difficulties, we would be deprived. We couldn't be as strong as we are now. We would never be able to fly.

I asked for strength... and God gave me difficulties to make me strong.

I asked for wisdom: and God gave me problems to solve.

I asked for wealth: and God gave me brains and muscles so that I could work.

I asked for the opportunity to fly... and God gave me obstacles to overcome.

I asked for love... and God gave me people whom I could help with their problems.

I asked for blessings... and God gave me opportunities.

Forgiveness

Ah, Love! I so dream of being just like you! - Love repeated admiringly. You are much stronger than me.
- Do you know what my strength is? - asked Lyubov, shaking her head thoughtfully.
- Because you are more important to people.
“No, my dear, that’s not why at all,” Love sighed and stroked Love’s head. - I know how to forgive, that’s what makes me like this.

Can you forgive Betrayal?
- Yes, I can, because Betrayal often comes from ignorance, and not from malicious intent.
-Can you forgive Treason?
- Yes, and Treason too, because, having changed and returned, a person had the opportunity to compare, and chose the best.
-Can you forgive Lies?
- Lying is the lesser of two evils, silly, because it often happens out of hopelessness, awareness of one’s own guilt, or out of unwillingness to hurt, and this is a positive indicator.
- I don’t think so, there are just deceitful people!!!
- Of course there are, but they have nothing to do with me, because they don’t know how to love.
- What else can you forgive?
- I can forgive Anger, since it is short-lived. I can forgive Harshness, since it is often a companion to Chagrin, and Chagrin cannot be predicted and controlled, since everyone is upset in their own way.
- And what else?
- I can also forgive Resentment - the older sister of Chagrin, since they often flow from one another. I can forgive Disappointment because it is often followed by Suffering, and Suffering is purifying.
- Ah, Love! You are truly amazing! You can forgive everything, everything, but at the first test I go out like a burnt out match! I'm so jealous of you!!!
- And here you are wrong, baby. No one can forgive everything. Even Love.
- But you just told me something completely different!!!
- No, what I said, I actually can forgive, and I forgive endlessly. But there is something in the world that even Love cannot forgive.

Because it kills feelings, corrodes the soul, leads to Melancholy and Destruction. It hurts so much that not even a great miracle can heal it. This poisons the lives of those around you and makes you withdraw into yourself.
This hurts more than Betrayal and Betrayal and hurts worse than Lies and Resentment. You will understand this when you encounter him yourself.
Remember, Falling in love, the most terrible enemy of feelings is Indifference. Because there is no cure for it.

Somehow souls gathered for a meeting before incarnation on Earth. And so God asks one of them:
- Why are you going to Earth?
- I want to learn to forgive.

Who are you going to forgive? Look how pure, bright and loving the souls are. They love you so much they can't do anything
something for which they need to be forgiven. Soul looked at her sisters, indeed, she loves them unconditionally and they love her just the same! The Soul became sad and said: “And I really want to learn to forgive!”
Then another Soul comes up to her and says:
- Don’t worry, I love you so much that I’m ready to be with you on Earth and help you experience forgiveness. I will become your husband and I will be for you
cheat, drink, and you will learn to forgive me.

Another Soul comes up and says:
- I love you very much too and I will go with you: I will be your mother, punish you, interfere in your life in every possible way and prevent you from living happily, and you
you will learn to forgive me.
Third Soul says:
- And I will be your best friend and at the most inopportune moment I will betray you, and you will learn to forgive.

Another Soul comes up and says:
- And I will become your boss, and out of love for you I will treat you harshly and unfairly so that you can experience forgiveness.
Another Soul volunteered to be an evil and unfair mother-in-law...

Thus, a group of souls loving each other gathered, came up with a scenario for their life on Earth to live the experience of forgiveness and
embodied. But it turned out that on Earth it is very difficult to remember Yourself and your agreement.
Most took this life seriously, began to be offended and angry at each other, forgetting that they themselves created this life scenario, and
The main thing is that everyone loves each other!

Parable. Why is the woman crying?

The little boy asked his mother: “Why are you crying?”
- Because I'm a woman.
- I don't understand!
Mom hugged him and said: “You will never understand this.”
Then the boy asked his father, “Why does mom sometimes cry for no reason?” “All women sometimes cry for no reason,” was all the father could answer.
Then the boy grew up and became a man, but he never ceased to wonder: “Why do women cry?”
Finally he asked God. And God answered:
“When I conceived a woman, I wanted her to be perfect.
I gave her shoulders so strong that they could hold the whole world, and so soft that they could support a child's head.
I gave her a spirit strong enough to endure childbirth and other pain.
I have given her a will so strong that she goes forward when others fall, and she takes care of the fallen and the sick and the tired without complaining.
I gave her the kindness to love children under any circumstances, even if they hurt her.
I gave her the strength to support her husband despite all his shortcomings.
I made it from his rib to protect his heart.
I gave her the wisdom to understand that a good husband never intentionally hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strength and determination to stand by his side without hesitation.
And finally, I gave her tears. And the right to shed them where and when necessary.
And you, My son, need to understand that the beauty of a woman is not in her clothes, hairstyle or manicure.
her beauty is in her eyes, which open the door to her heart. To the place where love lives."

Two names

A woman is truly happy when she has two names:
the first is “Beloved”, and the second is “Mom”.

Real love

A daughter once asked her mother how to distinguish real love from a fake.
“It’s very simple,” the mother answered, “... because I love you!” - this is true love. “I love you because...” is a fake.

Heart

In one village there lived a sage. He loved children and often gave them things, but they were always very fragile objects. The children tried to handle them carefully, but their new toys often broke and they were very sad. The sage again gave them toys, but even more fragile ones. One day his parents could not stand it and came to him: “You are wise and a kind person, why do you give our children fragile toys? They cry bitterly when toys break. “Very few years will pass,” the sage smiled, “and someone will give them his heart.” Maybe, with my help, they will learn to handle this priceless gift more carefully.

Abortion

Somehow a certain woman came to the old man married couple.
“Father,” says the wife, “I’m expecting a child, and we already have four children; If the fifth one is born, we won’t live. Bless me to have an abortion.
“I see that your life is not easy,” the elder answers, “well, I bless you to kill your child.” Just kill eldest daughter, she is already fifteen years old: tea, she has already lived in the world, she has seen something, but that little one has not yet seen a ray of sunshine, it would be unfair to deprive him of this opportunity.
In horror, the woman covered her face with her hands and began to sob.

One couple had no children, although they had been married for several years. To avoid feeling lonely, a husband and wife bought a German Shepherd puppy. They loved him and cared for him as if they were their own son. The puppy grew up and turned into a big, beautiful, smart dog and more than once saved the owner’s property from thieves, was faithful, devoted, loved and protected his owners.
Seven years after the couple adopted the dog, their long-awaited child was born. The husband and wife were happy, the baby took up almost all of their time, and the dog received almost no attention. The dog felt unnecessary and became jealous of the child’s owners. One day, parents left their sleeping son in the house, while they themselves were preparing for a barbecue on the terrace. When they went to check on the child, a dog came out of the nursery. His mouth was bloody and he was wagging his tail contentedly.
The child's father assumed the worst, grabbed a weapon and promptly killed the dog. Then he ran into the nursery and on the floor, near his son’s cradle, he saw a huge headless snake. "I killed my faithful dog“- said the man, holding back tears.
How often do we judge people unfairly? The worst thing is that we do it without thinking, without even knowing the reasons why they acted one way or another. We don't care what they thought or felt, we don't care. And we do not allow the thought that later, perhaps, we will regret our haste. So next time, when we judge someone, let’s remember this parable about the faithful dog.

Happiness

Happiness ran across the field... So quickly, cheerfully and serenely that it did not notice the hole and fell into it. He sits at the bottom of this hole and cries. People found out about this and began to come to the pit to look at this miracle. Happiness fulfilled their wishes, and they left, happy and satisfied. One day a young man walked past this place. He stopped at the edge of the pit and watched for a long time as people made more and more new wishes, and then he offered his hand and rescued happiness from captivity. “What do you want? I will fulfill your every desire,” asked Happiness. But the young man did not answer anything and went on his way. And Happiness ran alongside...

As soon as the train started moving, he stuck his hand out the window to feel the flow of air and suddenly shouted in delight:
- Dad, see, all the trees are going back!
The elderly man smiled back.
A married couple was sitting next to the young man. They were a little confused that a 25 year old man was acting like a little child.
Suddenly the young man shouted again in delight:
- Dad, you see the lake and the animals... The clouds are traveling with the train!
The couple watched in confusion at the strange behavior of the young man, in which his father did not seem to find anything strange.
It began to rain, and the raindrops touched the young man’s hand. He was filled with joy again and closed his eyes. And then he shouted:
- Dad, it’s raining, the water is touching me! Do you see, dad?
Wanting to help in some way, the couple sitting next to them asked the elderly man:
— Why don’t you take your son to some clinic for a consultation?
The elderly man replied: “We just came from the clinic.” Today my son regained his sight for the first time in his life...

Once upon a time, a wise pilgrim, wandering through different lands, walked past an open field towards the temple. In the field he saw three people working. The pilgrim had never met anyone in this land, and he wanted to talk to these people. The pilgrim approached three workers and, wanting to offer his help, turned to the one who looked the most tired and, as it seemed to the pilgrim, dissatisfied and even embittered. "What are you doing here?" - asked the pilgrim. The first worker, all dirty and tired, answered with undisguised anger in his voice: “Don’t you see, I’m moving stones.” This answer surprised and upset the pilgrim, and then he turned to the second worker with the same question. The second worker looked away from his work for a moment and said indifferently: “Don’t you see? I’m making money!” For some reason, the pilgrim was dissatisfied with this answer, but let me remind you that he was a wise man. Then he approached the third worker to ask the same question. The third worker stopped, put aside his simple tool, dusted off his hands, bowed to the wanderer and, raising his eyes to the sky, quietly said: “I am building a road to the temple here.”

Parable of Sins

Two people go to the elder for confession. The first one committed one grave sin, and now he goes and humbly thinks about how he should confess. And the second one goes to the elder and reasons: he has a big sin, but why am I going, because I’m sinning all over the little things and there’s nothing to say. They come to the elder, he looked at them, and the one who committed one big sin was ordered to bring one big stone. And the second one has a hundred small stones. And when they brought it, the elder said to them: “Now return these stones to the place where you took them from.” But returning a hundred stones to their place is much more difficult. This parable is about the fact that there are no small, insignificant sins, that sin in its essence is always a violation of order.

The price of love

It is not the one who has seen a lot who will understand, but the one who has lost a lot. It is not the one who did not offend who will forgive, but the one who has forgiven a lot. Anyone who is unable to give way to another will condemn. Only the one in whose veins the blood never boils is jealous. And he who lives by his own profit cannot take someone else’s pain. And sadness does not bother those who do not know love at night. And the happiness of the meeting will not be known to those who did not breathe parting. Only those who lose a lot have learned the value of a lot!

Parable about God

A hermit once came to a village where it was full of unbelievers. He was surrounded by young people, calling on him to show where God, whom he so deeply revered, lived. He said he could do it, but first let them give him a cup of milk.
When the milk was placed in front of him, he did not drink it, but looked at it for a long time and silently with increasing curiosity. The young people became impatient, their demands became more and more insistent. Then the hermit said to them:

Wait a minute; They say milk contains butter, but no matter how hard I tried, I didn’t see it in this cup.
The youth began to laugh at his naivety.
- You stupid man! Don't make such ridiculous conclusions. Every drop of milk contains oil, which makes it nutritious. To get and see it, you need to boil the milk, cool it, add curdled milk, wait a few hours for it to curdle, then beat and remove the piece of butter that appears on the surface.

Ah well! - said the ascetic, - now it is much easier for me to explain to you where God lives. He is everywhere, in every being, in every atom of the Universe, thanks to which they all exist and we perceive them and rejoice in them. But to see Him as a real entity, you need to strictly, earnestly and sincerely follow the prescribed rules. Then, at the end of this process, you will experience His mercy and His power.

Once upon a time, an old Indian revealed one vital truth to his grandson.
“There is a struggle in every person, very similar to the struggle of two wolves. One wolf represents evil - envy, jealousy, regret, selfishness, ambition, lies... The other wolf represents good - peace, love, hope, truth, kindness, loyalty...
The little Indian, touched to the depths of his soul by his grandfather’s words, thought for a few moments, and then asked:
- Which wolf wins in the end?
The old Indian smiled faintly and replied:
“The wolf you feed always wins.”

Parable. Appreciate every person

Every person who appears in our life is a teacher! Someone teaches us to be stronger, someone - wiser, someone teaches us to forgive, someone - to be happy and enjoy every day. Someone doesn’t teach us at all - they just break us, but from this we gain experience. Appreciate every person, even if he appeared for a moment. After all, if he appeared, then it’s no accident!

Parable about love

A young woman was sitting on a park bench and for some reason weeping bitterly. At this time Vanya was riding his tricycle along the alley. And he felt so sorry for his aunt that he asked:

Auntie, why are you crying?

“Oh, baby, you won’t be able to understand,” the woman waved her off.

It seemed to Vanya that after this her aunt began to cry even more. He says:

Auntie, does something hurt you and are you crying? Do you want me to give you my toy?

The woman burst into tears even more at these sympathetic words:

“Oh, boy,” she answered, “nobody needs me, no one loves me...

Vanya looked seriously and said:

Are you sure you asked everyone?

One day three wanderers were walking. Night caught them on the way. They saw the house and knocked. The owner opened the door for them and asked: “Who are you?”
- Health, Love and Wealth. Let us in for the night.
- It's a pity, but we only have one free place. I’ll go and consult with my family about which of you to let in.
The sick mother said: “Let’s let Health in.”
The daughter suggested letting Love in, and the wife - Wealth.
While they were arguing, the wanderers disappeared.

All in your hands

One master had a lot of students. The most capable of them once thought: “Is there a question that our teacher cannot answer?” Then he caught the most beautiful butterfly in the meadow and hid it in his palms. Then he came to the master and asked:
- Tell me, teacher, what kind of butterfly, living or dead, am I holding in my palms? - He was ready to clench his palms harder at any moment for the sake of his truth.
Without looking at the student, the master answered: “EVERYTHING IS IN YOUR HANDS.”

Parable of the Brook

Once upon a time there lived in the world a little Brook. He descended from the mountains into a beautiful green valley. And then one day he reached the desert. Then he stopped and thought: “Where should I run next?” There was a lot of new and unknown ahead, so Brook was scared.
But then he heard a Voice: “Courage! Don’t stop there, there’s still a lot of interesting things ahead!”
But Brook continued to stand. He wanted to become a big, full-flowing river. But he was afraid of change and did not want to take risks.
Then the voice spoke again: “If you stop, you will never know what you are really capable of! Just believe in yourself, and then you will be able to find the right path in any environment! Run on!”
And Brook made up his mind. He ran through the desert. He felt very bad. Unfamiliar places and sweltering heat took away his strength every day. And after a few days it dried up...
But after evaporating, the small droplets met high in the sky. They united into one large cloud and floated further over the desert.
The cloud floated over the desert for a long time until it reached the sea. And then the stream spilled into the sea with numerous drops of rain. Now he has merged with the vast sea.
Gently rocking on the waves, he smiled to himself...
Previously, when he lived in the valley, he could not even dream of such a thing.
Brook thought: “I changed my form several times and only now it seems to me that I have finally become myself!”
Don't be afraid of change and never stop there. When you overcome yourself, your weaknesses, when you win, you experience an amazing, incomparable feeling of delight, a feeling of victory!
Life is so multifaceted that you never know what awaits you ahead. God does not give trials to man that he cannot handle. This means that all challenges can be overcome.
And what a feeling of joy and happiness fills the one who overcomes them and wins!
Someone said: “He who risks nothing risks everything.”

Parable of King Solomon's Ring

The wisdom of King Solomon was infinite and the wealth in his treasury was almost also countless. Therefore, when one of the courtiers presented him with a gold ring as a gift, the king ordered it to be taken to the rest of the treasures, without paying special attention to it, and so it was lost among the other riches...

But one day there was a bad harvest in his country, men and women, children and old people died. Then Solomon ordered to take part of the treasures from his treasury and exchange them with a neighboring kingdom for grain in order to feed his people dying of hunger. When the gold was being taken out, a ring that had previously been given to him fell from the tray, Solomon took it in his hands and read the engraved inscription on the outer edge: “Everything passes!” He put it on his finger and never took it off again, looking at this engraving in difficult moments and finding consolation in this.

But his beloved wife died, and Solomon for a long time could not find a place for himself from grief, the ring no longer saved him. He took it off and was about to throw it into the pond when another inscription flashed on the inner edge: “This too shall pass!”
Being already a wise old man, sitting by the pond and watching the sunset, King Solomon twisted a ring on his finger and thought that his life was coming to an end, that everything had already happened... how important was his life, and did it mean anything? or. It was then that he saw the third and final engraving on the narrowest edge of the ring: “Nothing passes!”

Parable Angel

There lived a hermit-hunchback in an old village.
He was feared, he was not loved,
There were rumors about him that he was an evil sorcerer,
and people avoided him.

He wandered around the village with an old bag
in a perennial coat, eaten away by moths.
And if they saw him off with a laugh,
He sighed quietly, without offense, but with pain.

And people mocked, whispering behind their backs:
his horns are supposedly hidden under his hat,
And that’s why this little lame one
that he has hooves instead of fingers.

One day trouble came to the village:
then the wheat seedlings will die under the hail,
Then in the summer in July the cold will come,
then the wolves will slaughter the herd in the pasture.

Troubling, difficult days have come,
They will have a hard time in the winter without grain.
Not knowing what to do, they decided:
"The hunchback is to blame! Death to you, Satan!

Come on, let's go to the river quickly!
He’s there, he’s living in a dugout like an exile!”
And they moved en masse. And in each hand,
a stone that had been picked up was caught in the road.

He walked towards them, sad and quiet,
He already knew everything, He is not stupid, He understood.
And He didn’t turn away, He didn’t hide from them
and only hid his face in his hands.

Without once screaming under the hail of stones,
He only whispered: “May the Almighty forgive you!
Stones on the body, but it hurts the heart more.
He doesn’t look like us, which means he’s evil, which means he’s superfluous...”

The execution is over. Someone said rudely:
"Let's see the ugly back!
I’ve never seen such a hump!”
He threw off the coat covered in blood from the dead man.

The crowd languished in sick curiosity.
Suddenly, silently, like statues, people froze,
“Evil devil”, “Satan” hid instead of a hump,
under an old coat there are snow-white wings...

And past the dugout, with eyes downcast,
cruel, stupid people pass by.
The Almighty, perhaps, will still forgive them,
but Angel will no longer be around...

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