Beloved Seeker on the path,
Here you will find playful Meditation techniques.
Love, Light, and Blessings for
living life consciously and intelligently
with a very delighted heart.
Imagine a beautiful highway and no traffic.
Movement is smooth, with less traffic or no traffic.
The mind has nonstop traffic of thoughts and dreams.
These thoughts and dreams take our attention outside.
As the direction of the attention turns inwards,
the traffic of the mind becomes less congested
and awareness of pure consciousness blossoms within.
Meditation is the art of parking the mind and
Begin an adventure of self-discovery.
Creating a Healing Meditation Space
Wonderful to create a space where you can meditate everyday
the same time and the same meditation technique.
This is a time "Just for you."
Leave your mind with your shoes outside,
Welcome to a meditation healing space.
Relax your body and refer to the meditation instructions below.
Remembering Your Wings
Enchanted by the song of a bird singing happily
on the branch of a tree,
a king had it caught and kept in a cage.
Even singing is wrong in the presence of crazy people.
The poor bird could not have imagined that
his song would get him behind bars!
The bird that flew in the free skies and
flitted from one branch to another as he wished,
now found himself in a golden cage,
decorated with precious stones.
To one who has tasted the freedom of the skies,
A cage is a cage, whether gold or iron, does not matter
The bird cried and cried,
but the king and his courtiers thought
he was singing aloud with joy!
Some people can cry as the bird cried.
But to those who cannot perceive the cry
would be an expression of joy.
The bird was filled with agony and anxiety and
he began to think:
“Will my wings remember how to fly
if I remain in this cage too long?”
If he forgets the sky
then of what use
even if he were to be free from the cage!
Only those that know and
the joy of freedom within their souls knows what it is.
By merely becoming independent,
freedom cannot be known.
The bird longed to be free before he lost the memory of the sky.
One morning, the bird heard a fakir sing:
“For him who seeks liberation,
There is only one way –
The path of truth.
For him who seeks freedom, there is only one way –
The way of the truth.
And what is Truth?”
The mendicant asks in his song.
“The truth is to see things as they are;
to know things as they exist and
try to live with them as they are and
reveal them as such – this is truth;
and he who attains truth is liberated.”
That was the fakir’s song,
he sang in the streets each day.
No one heeded him except the little bird for,
a bird still knows the joy of vast spaces through its flights.
Man does not know it anymore.
Man is entirely oblivious of the wings he has
which can take him to some unknown space.
And so the saints and seers of olden days
tirelessly called out to humanity,
but who hears?
This little bird caught the fakir’s message and
that very day it decided to try.
The king was in the palace when someone came to see him.
He sent word through his servants
to say that he was not within.
The bird shouted: “No, no! The king is in his palace and
he has ordered his guards to say he is not at home.”
The king was angry.
People tend to be displeased when the truth is spoken,
for all people who live in untruths and falsehoods.
And those who are the sovereigns,
be they of kingdoms or wealth or religion;
those that wield the control of any kind are displeased with the truth,
Power is always installed on the throne of falsity.
Therefore those that hold power always crucify truth,
for if the truth is allowed to live,
it becomes the cross for the governors.
The king ordered to remove this bird immediately.
How can truth reside within palaces?
Truth can have a place on the branch of a tree,
but within the precincts of the royal abode – it stands no chance.
The bird was thrown out of the palace.
But that was its cherished desire!
He began to dance in the open and said:
“The fakir is right – if you want to be free,
Truth is the only way.”
A parrot watching from a distance cried out:
“Stupid bird, you lost a golden cage, and you are happy about it?
Not even one is fortunate to have it!
It is only obtained by good deeds of our past lives.
But you ignorant fool,
you do not know the art of living in a golden cage.
The first and foremost rule is
to do exactly what the master says
without thinking about right and wrong:
for he who falls into this error cannot stay within it,
Thinking begets rebellion, and whosoever begins to think,
cannot remain in captivity.
Why did you commit the mistake of thinking,
you silly bird? To think it is dangerous.
Sensible people never think.
They stay within their prisons and call it their home, their temple.
At the most, you could have decorated the bars from within;
a decorated cage gives the impression of a house.”
Remember, the majority of people
adorn their cages in just this fashion and
look upon them as their homes.
The bird paid no attention; he was mad with ecstasy,The parrot is still within the cage,
his wings fluttering in the gentle breeze
for he was once again out in the open air.
But the parrot continued to give his unsolicited advice.
”Learn the art of retaining the golden cage from us parrots.
We always say what the master says.
We never tell the truth.
We do not care to think that is the truth.
We say what the master says.
What he does is not to be mentioned.
We see with the master’s eyes and think with his thoughts.
We never use our eyes or our brains.”
Saying this the parrot quickly went and
occupied the open cage.
The guard shut the door.
saying just what the master says.
He will remain closed in that cage forever,
for the parrots speak everything but the truth.
The parrot is a bird after all,
but among human beings too, the likes of parrots are numerous.
These parrots too, repeat what their masters have said;
and for thousands of years, they have been repeating and
to repeat what they have been told.
There are parrots of scriptures,
there are parrots of sects and cults,
there are parrots of temples,
the whole of humanity is annoyed with the noise these parrots
And their voices heard incessantly,
capture our minds,
so that gradually we too, become parrots.
Then we are not even aware that there are open skies and
that we have wings to soar.Osho – The Beginning of the Beginning