Browse Free Spiritual Event Listings For: Wisdom Stories https://spiritualgrowthevents.com/tag/wisdom-stories/ Free Sun, 03 Apr 2022 17:57:07 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.4.2 https://spiritualgrowthevents.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/12/cropped-fsge-logo-32x32.png Browse Free Spiritual Event Listings For: Wisdom Stories https://spiritualgrowthevents.com/tag/wisdom-stories/ 32 32 Story Of Two Little Worms https://spiritualgrowthevents.com/story-of-t-wo-little-worms-wisdom-story-by-osho/ Wed, 28 Jun 2017 16:54:33 +0000 http://www.spiritual-short-stories.com/?p=9152 Once there were two little worms. The first was lazy and improvident, and always stayed in bed late. The other was always up early, going about his business. The early bird caught the early worm. Then along came a fisherman with a flashlight, and caught the night crawler. Moral: You can’t win. Death is certain. Whatsoever you do — get up early or not — death is certain. Osho – Ancient Music in the Pines

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]]> Once there were two little worms.

The first was lazy and improvident, and always stayed in bed late.

The other was always up early, going about his business. The early bird caught the early worm.

Then along came a fisherman with a flashlight, and caught the night crawler. Moral: You can’t win.
Death is certain. Whatsoever you do — get up early or not — death is certain.

Osho – Ancient Music in the Pines

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]]> A Woman Who Made Love https://spiritualgrowthevents.com/a-woman-who-made-love-wisdom-story-by-osho/ Thu, 22 Jun 2017 15:48:16 +0000 http://www.spiritual-short-stories.com/?p=9136 A very small story, nothing much in it, and yet tremendous is its content. A WOMAN WHO MADE LOVE TO EVERY MAN WHO CAME TO HER FOR SEX BUT HER CHEEK WAS ALWAYS WET FROM TEARS. Just a one sentence story, but the story can be the story of the whole humanity. This is what is happening. Love is possible, but it never rises above sex. Hence all the cheeks are full of tears… Osho – “The Descipline of Transcendence”

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]]> A very small story, nothing much in it, and yet tremendous is its content.

A WOMAN WHO MADE LOVE TO EVERY MAN WHO CAME TO HER FOR SEX
BUT HER CHEEK WAS ALWAYS WET FROM TEARS.

Just a one sentence story, but the story can be the story of the whole humanity. This is what is happening. Love is possible, but it never rises above sex. Hence all the cheeks are full of tears…

Osho – “The Descipline of Transcendence”

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]]> One Seed Can Make https://spiritualgrowthevents.com/one-seed-can-make-wisdom-story-by-osho/ Sun, 11 Jun 2017 15:04:07 +0000 http://www.spiritual-short-stories.com/?p=9114 I am reminded of a story. An old man, very rich, was puzzled because he had three sons; the problem was that all three sons were born simultaneously, their age was the same. Otherwise, in the East, the eldest son, inherits. The problem for the old man was who was going to inherit, because all these three were of the same age. He asked a wise man, “What should I do? How should I decide who should inherit?” The old wise man gave him a certain method. The old man went home, he gave one thousand silver pieces to each son and told them, “Go to the market, purchase seeds of flowers.” They went, they purchased seeds. Carts and carts came, full of seeds, because one thousand silver pieces in ancient days was big money, and just flower seeds …. When all the flower seeds had come, all that the three had bought, they said, “Now?” Their father said, “I am going on a pilgrimage. It may take one year, two years, three years. You have to keep these seeds with you, and when I come back I will ask for the seeds to be given to me. And this is going to be a test also, because whosoever proves wise will inherit my whole property, so be careful.” He went on the pilgrimage. The first son thought, “This is a strange test. If he comes after three years … these seeds will simply die, and he will ask for the living seeds. So the best way is to sell them in the market, keep the money, and when he comes back purchase new seeds again — fresh, young.” Very economical, mathematical — he did that. The second son thought, “What this brother is doing is not right, does not...

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]]> I am reminded of a story. An old man, very rich, was puzzled because he had three sons; the problem was that all three sons were born simultaneously, their age was the same. Otherwise, in the East, the eldest son, inherits. The problem for the old man was who was going to inherit, because all these three were of the same age.
He asked a wise man, “What should I do? How should I decide who should inherit?” The old wise man gave him a certain method. The old man went home, he gave one thousand silver pieces to each son and told them, “Go to the market, purchase seeds of flowers.”
They went, they purchased seeds. Carts and carts came, full of seeds, because one thousand silver pieces in ancient days was big money, and just flower seeds …. When all the flower seeds had come, all that the three had bought, they said, “Now?”
Their father said, “I am going on a pilgrimage. It may take one year, two years, three years. You have to keep these seeds with you, and when I come back I will ask for the seeds to be given to me. And this is going to be a test also, because whosoever proves wise will inherit my whole property, so be careful.” He went on the pilgrimage.
The first son thought, “This is a strange test. If he comes after three years … these seeds will simply die, and he will ask for the living seeds. So the best way is to sell them in the market, keep the money, and when he comes back purchase new seeds again — fresh, young.” Very economical, mathematical — he did that.
The second son thought, “What this brother is doing is not right, does not seem to be right, because our father emphatically said, `These same seeds I would like to be returned.’ So I will keep these seeds.” He made arrangements in the basement of the house, put all the seeds there, locked it, and said, “Now whenever he comes I will give him the key and say, `These are the seeds.'”
But the third one had a different idea. He said, “Seeds kept in a basement will not remain alive; they need soil. By the time our father returns they will not be the same seeds because they will be dead. They cannot sprout — how can you call them the same seeds? The seeds that our father has given us can sprout, can become trees. One seed can produce millions of seeds; that is what he has given. And when he comes after three years those seeds will not be able to produce a single seed, a single sprout. This is not the way.”
He went behind their house — they had much land — and he sowed the seeds all over the land. Each year they became a thousandfold more. After three years when the father came, he could not believe his eyes — as far as he could see his whole land was full of flowers! He asked the other sons …. They had certainly failed the test. He said, “The third son inherits my property because he knows how to expand, how to increase.”
One seed can make a whole earth green.

Osho – “From Darkness to Light”

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]]> Just Out Of Habit https://spiritualgrowthevents.com/just-out-of-habit-wisdom-story-by-osho/ Mon, 08 May 2017 07:20:50 +0000 http://www.spiritual-short-stories.com/?p=9038 There is a story that when the great library of Alexandria was burned, one book was saved. But it was not a valuable book, and so a poor man, who could read a little, bought it for a few coppers. It was not very interesting, yet there was a most interesting thing in it. It was a thin strip of vellum on which was written the secret of the “touchstone”. The touchstone was a small pebble that could turn any common metal into pure gold The writing explained that it was on the shores of the Black Sea lying among thousands and thousands of other pebbles which looked exactly like it. But the secret was this: the real stone would feel warm, while ordinary pebbles are cold. So the man sold his few belongings, bought some simple supplies, camped on the seashore, and began testing the pebbles. This was his plan: he knew that if he picked up ordinary pebbles and threw them down again because they were cold, he might pick up the same pebbles hundreds of times. So when he felt one that was cold he threw it into the sea. He spent a whole day doing this, and they were none of them the touchstone. Then he spent a week, a month, a year, three years… but he did not find the touchstone. Yet he went on and on this way: pick up a pebble, it’s cold, throw it into the sea… and so on and so on. Just visualize the man doing it for years and years and years — pick up a pebble, it is cold, throw it into the sea… from morning to evening, for years and years. But one morning he picked up a pebble and it was WARM — and he threw...

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]]> There is a story that when the great library of Alexandria was burned, one book was saved. But it was not a valuable book, and so a poor man, who could read a little, bought it for a few coppers. It was not very interesting, yet there was a most interesting thing in it. It was a thin strip of vellum on which was written the secret of the “touchstone”.
The touchstone was a small pebble that could turn any common metal into pure gold The writing explained that it was on the shores of the Black Sea lying among thousands and thousands of other pebbles which looked exactly like it. But the secret was this: the real stone would feel warm, while ordinary pebbles are cold. So the man sold his few belongings, bought some simple supplies, camped on the seashore, and began testing the pebbles.
This was his plan: he knew that if he picked up ordinary pebbles and threw them down again because they were cold, he might pick up the same pebbles hundreds of times. So when he felt one that was cold he threw it into the sea. He spent a whole day doing this, and they were none of them the touchstone. Then he spent a week, a month, a year, three years… but he did not find the touchstone. Yet he went on and on this way: pick up a pebble, it’s cold, throw it into the sea… and so on and so on. Just visualize the man doing it for years and years and years — pick up a pebble, it is cold, throw it into the sea… from morning to evening, for years and years.
But one morning he picked up a pebble and it was WARM — and he threw it into the sea. He had formed the habit of throwing them into the sea, you understand, and habit made him do it when at last he found the touchstone, poor fellow.
That’s how mind functions. Trust is a touchstone. Very rarely do you find a man in whom you can trust. Very rarely do you find a heart who is warm, loving, in whom you can trust. Ordinarily you find pebbles which look like the touchstone, almost alike, but all are cold. year in, year out, from the very childhood: you pick up a pebble, you feel it, it is cold, you throw it into the ocean.
Osho -” The Divine Melody”

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]]> Happy Hour – A Modern Day Short Spiritual Story https://spiritualgrowthevents.com/spiritual-short-story-957-happy-hour/ https://spiritualgrowthevents.com/spiritual-short-story-957-happy-hour/#respond Sat, 18 Feb 2017 18:48:19 +0000 http://www.spiritual-short-stories.com/?p=7082 “Tough day?” “No, just taking a quick break.” The two Beings of Light reclined at the bar, musing at the human soul below who glared back up at them, shaking her fist. “How long has she been at it?” the second Being asked, sipping from a tall glass. “Fourth lifetime now,” the first one replied, turning to order another cocktail, while the enraged earth soul continued hurling demands to her Guide above. “Gotta hand it to her for perseverance, though.” “Who's that?” a nearby Being enquired, noticing the commotion below. “Oh, she's mine,” beamed the first one. “Wow, she's relentless, isn't she?” “There's no stopping her when she's on an emotional rampage!” “Mine's not even talking to me!” another Being admitted. “And mine refuses to listen to me,” a third Guide grinned, shaking its Rays of Light. While the Beings ordered another round of drinks, their joviality was shattered by an angry tirade from the human below. “Did she just say she was suing the Creator?” a Radiant Being spluttered mid-sip through a cocktail. “Yep, something about not honouring her free will, apparently,” the colleague of Light replied. Two Beings gazed lovingly at their young soul who seethed in a haze of self-righteousness. “This just came in by fax for you,” the barman announced, “it's her latest list of demands.” The two ethereal Beings chuckled as they casually placed the latest fax on the expanding pile on the bar. “Another drink?” the first Being offered, “we might be here for a while.” As they settled into their third cocktail, several enlightened Beings entered the bar and slumped, exhausted at a nearby table. “Long day?” “Long labour!” one replied, “One of our young souls changed his mind halfway through the birth canal. We had to do a lot of pushing, pulling...

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]]> “Tough day?”

“No, just taking a quick break.”

The two Beings of Light reclined at the bar, musing at the human soul below who glared back up at them, shaking her fist.

“How long has she been at it?” the second Being asked, sipping from a tall glass.

“Fourth lifetime now,” the first one replied, turning to order another cocktail, while the enraged earth soul continued hurling demands to her Guide above.

“Gotta hand it to her for perseverance, though.”

“Who's that?” a nearby Being enquired, noticing the commotion below.

“Oh, she's mine,” beamed the first one.

“Wow, she's relentless, isn't she?”

“There's no stopping her when she's on an emotional rampage!”

“Mine's not even talking to me!” another Being admitted.

“And mine refuses to listen to me,” a third Guide grinned, shaking its Rays of Light.

While the Beings ordered another round of drinks, their joviality was shattered by an angry tirade from the human below.

“Did she just say she was suing the Creator?” a Radiant Being spluttered mid-sip through a cocktail.

“Yep, something about not honouring her free will, apparently,” the colleague of Light replied.

Two Beings gazed lovingly at their young soul who seethed in a haze of self-righteousness.

“This just came in by fax for you,” the barman announced, “it's her latest list of demands.”

The two ethereal Beings chuckled as they casually placed the latest fax on the expanding pile on the bar.

“Another drink?” the first Being offered, “we might be here for a while.”

As they settled into their third cocktail, several enlightened Beings entered the bar and slumped, exhausted at a nearby table.

“Long day?”

“Long labour!” one replied, “One of our young souls changed his mind halfway through the birth canal. We had to do a lot of pushing, pulling and cajoling!”

“Did you get him out?”

“Thirty-six earth hours later!” he announced proudly, “A healthy eight-pound boy with a huge set of lungs, who's not happy about the whole earth deal. I've turned the volume down on the baby monitor as his waling was giving me a dull headache.”

“Sounds like you need a drink,” a colleague offered.

“Can't stay long, though. We've got to get back to Arbitration. The mother soul has lodged a formal complaint.”

“I went down there once,” another timeless Old Soul replied, “Atlantis. Don't think I could cope there now, though.”

The Beings of Love sat in respectful silence, reflecting on the courage of their apprentices below. Nearby, the fax machine rattled out messages from a growing body of disgruntled Earth souls.

A short, beeping sound broke through the awed silence.

“That's me,” a novice Being brightened, checking his pager, “I think we're definitely having a breakthrough this time! Wish me luck,” he said as he swirled out of the bar, glowing with Love.

The novice returned in a timeless cosmic blink.

“How'd it go?” a fellow Being asked.

“False alarm,” the novice shook his Rays of Light, “Last minute panic attack overwhelmed him with fear and he lost his grip, just as he was about to make the leap of faith.”

“It usually takes them several attempts before they're ready to make that leap,” another Wise Being responded.

“No rush,” the Timeless Old Soul offered, “they've got all of eternity!”

The Radiant Beings returned their gaze below, to the myriad of colours flashing along the earth plane: violent reds and envious greens swirled among impenetrable blacks and shades of grey. Despite the bleak darkness, they also noted pinpoints of Light, some blinking feebly while others shone brightly.

“There's definitely more pink down there now,” observed one Being.

“Look! Over there,” another Radiant One pointed, “that whole section is lighting up like a Christmas tree.”

An erratic orange fireball drew the Beings' attention away from the sparkling lights.

“Oh, she's mine, too,” the first Being announced proudly, “we've made a lot of progress though – she's evolved from red to orange in just one lifetime.”

“You've got your hands full, by the looks of it,” a benign spirit chuckled, “one wayward fireball and one who wants to sue the Creator! You deserve another drink!”

The gathering of Beings settled into a fourth round of cocktails, while casually monitoring events on the earth plane below.

“Popcorn anyone?” one of them chortled.

“How are you going to foster that explosive fireball down there?” asked an apprentice Spirit Guide.

“I've called on the help of a Specialist,” the first One replied, “She's got herself entangled in a web of fear and anxiety, so we've opted for elective surgery to help cut those energetic cords.”

The apprentice's next question was muted by the entrance of an exquisite burst of Multidimensional Light. The Beings looked on reverently as the holographic image glided towards the two Beings at the bar.

“Michael. Thank God you're here!”

The Archangel gently folded his wingspan, scanning the earth plane below.

“I see you've got a spirited one,” the Specialist observed, “let's get started, shall we?”

Thank you to Hari Kotrotsios for this spiritual story!

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]]> https://spiritualgrowthevents.com/spiritual-short-story-957-happy-hour/feed/ 0 Three Wise Men https://spiritualgrowthevents.com/spiritual-short-story-864-three-wise-men/ https://spiritualgrowthevents.com/spiritual-short-story-864-three-wise-men/#respond Sat, 18 Feb 2017 18:48:11 +0000 http://www.spiritual-short-stories.com/?p=7041 THREE WISE MEN Rabbi Allen S Maller Once three wise men came to the Land of Israel. They had heard about the wisdom of King Solomon and they wanted to test him and see if he was as wise as Jews said he was. When they came to the court of King Solomon the youngest of them asked the king how many stars are there in the night sky. Everyone in the court was puzzled because no one can count all the stars in the sky. King Solomon smiled and said, “There are as many stars in the sky as there are grains of sand on the seashore.” The young wise man said, “But there are too many grains of sand on the seashore for any human to count.” Solomon replied, “Exactly, no human can count every grain of sand on the seashore and no human can count every star in the night sky. There are some things that only God knows.” The three wise men agreed and said, “That is a very wise answer.” Solomon then turned to the second wise man and said, “Do you also have a question Madam? “How did you know that I was a woman” said the Queen of Sheba, “I carefully disguised myself as a man all the time while I traveled from my country. No one else ever suspected that I was a woman.” Solomon smiled and answered, “When you entered my palace, you walked over a glass floor in the hallway. Because the glass floor reflected light, you thought it was covered with water, and you lifted up your robe, in the same way as a woman would do with her dress.” The Queen replied,”That is very clever of you to notice. Before I left my own country I sent you...

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]]> THREE WISE MEN
Rabbi Allen S Maller

Once three wise men came to the Land of Israel. They had heard about the wisdom of King Solomon and they wanted to test him and see if he was as wise as Jews said he was. When they came to the court of King Solomon the youngest of them asked the king how many stars are there in the night sky.

Everyone in the court was puzzled because no one can count all the stars in the sky. King Solomon smiled and said, “There are as many stars in the sky as there are grains of sand on the seashore.” The young wise man said, “But there are too many grains of sand on the seashore for any human to count.”

Solomon replied, “Exactly, no human can count every grain of sand on the seashore and no human can count every star in the night sky. There are some things that only God knows.” The three wise men agreed and said, “That is a very wise answer.”

Solomon then turned to the second wise man and said, “Do you also have a question Madam? “How did you know that I was a woman” said the Queen of Sheba, “I carefully disguised myself as a man all the time while I traveled from my country. No one else ever suspected that I was a woman.”

Solomon smiled and answered, “When you entered my palace, you walked over a glass floor in the hallway. Because the glass floor reflected light, you thought it was covered with water, and you lifted up your robe, in the same way as a woman would do with her dress.”

The Queen replied,”That is very clever of you to notice. Before I left my own country I sent you a very expensive gold image of the sun, did you get it?'

“Indeed I did” said Solomon, “But you need not provide me with a gold sun. God has given me the wisdom to worship the One God and that is better than the gold mines God has given you.”

“Yes, I have heard of your wisdom. That is why I have brought you a gift as well as a question.” the Queen replied as she opened a large box that contained two dozen beautiful white lilies. She told Solomon that 23 of the lilies were made by a very skilled flower-maker. One was a natural lily. They had all been sprayed with perfume so they smelled the same. The Queen wanted Solomon to point to the one natural lilly without getting up from his throne, which was 15 feet away.

Solomon thought for a moment and then asked one of the Queen's servants to move the box over to the window sill where the light was brighter. Now Solomon, who knew the language of birds, smiled and said something softly. A hummingbird. not much larger than a fat bee, came to one lily and began to feed. “That is the real lily,” said Solomon, “even a very skilled artist can't fool God's creatures.” The Queen said, “That is true, I submit to God's wisdom and to yours.”

Then Solomon turned to the oldest of the three wise man and asked him, “Do you have a question?” He replied, “Yes and no. I did have a question prepared that I thought you would not know how to answer, because like my fellow wise men, I was trying to test you, and prove you are not as wise as I am.”

“Now that I have realized that I was not so wise because I was not really seeking wisdom, I am ready to learn from you. So my question is an easy question. How did you get your wisdom?

Solomon replied, “I became wise because from the time I was a child, and for many years after I grew up, I studied the Torah every day with the sages of Israel.”

“I am over 60 years old.” said the old wise man. “Even if I study Torah night and day I will never learn as much as you or your teachers.”

“You do not have to learn as much as me to be wise. You just have to start learning, and continue studying each day of your life. I can teach you how to start studying Torah while you stand on one foot.”

The old wise man knew he couldn't stand very long on one foot. He was afraid he would fall down, and everyone would laugh at him. But he now knew he had to make the effort and not be afraid of failure. He raised one foot and Solomon said to him:

“Whatever you do not want someone to do to you; do not do to anyone else. That is the basic teaching of the Torah. All the other rules are the details of how to live your life the right way. Now start studying.”

The three wise men agreed that that was the wisest thing they had ever heard.

After 39 years as Rabbi of Temple Akiba in Culver City Calif. Allen Maller retired in 2006. He is the editor of a series of High Holy Days prayer books; the author of a book on Jewish mysticism, “God, Sex and Kabbalah“; and the husband since 1966 of Judy Coopersmith. Visit his website at http://www.rabbimaller.com” target=”rabbi for more information.

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]]> https://spiritualgrowthevents.com/spiritual-short-story-864-three-wise-men/feed/ 0 How I Found a Real Treasure https://spiritualgrowthevents.com/spiritual-short-story-886-how-i-found-a-real-treasure/ https://spiritualgrowthevents.com/spiritual-short-story-886-how-i-found-a-real-treasure/#respond Sat, 18 Feb 2017 18:48:11 +0000 http://www.spiritual-short-stories.com/spiritual-short-story-886-how-i-found-a-real-treasure/ Have you ever found a treasure?, I once asked my father. He smiled a big smile and told me this story. That was many years ago and I have never forgotten it....

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]]> Have you ever found a treasure?, I once asked my father. He smiled a big smile and told me this story. That was many years ago and I have never forgotten it.

Once when I was about ten years old my father told me, I went treasure hunting with my older sister. She had heard some people talking about a treasure chest that was supposed to be hidden in a hillside cave, way at the back of an empty lot about a mile from where we lived. One day during our summer vacation we went there and spent two or three hours looking for the entrance to the cave. Then, as I was trying to squeeze between two big boulders, I suddenly fell into a hole. It was the mouth of a tunnel that led to the cave.

My sister and I crawled through the tunnel into the cave. It was very dark but we had brought a flashlight and as we shined it around we were shocked to see that there was a large wooden chest about ten feet ahead of us. Neither of us had thought we would really find a treasure.

We ran to the chest and pulled it open. It was filled with silver and gold coins. I started to count them but my sister told me to stop. This is only money she said. This is not a real treasure. If you want money all you have to do is work for it.

I was going to argue with her when I suddenly noticed a big metal chest on the other side of the cave. ‘That must be the real treasure.' I yelled and we both ran over to the metal chest. This chest was harder to open and we were very excited when we finally opened it.

The chest was filled with statues of men and animals. Some of the statues were made of ivory, some were made of marble with diamonds for eyes and rubies for lips, and some were made of gold. I took one of the gold statues out of the chest and stood it up. Since I was knelling it almost reached my chin. ‘Don't do that!' yelled my sister. ‘This is only beauty and art. It is not a real treasure. There must be something better here.'

But there was nothing else in the cave. We searched and searched but the two chests were all there was. Then the battery in the flashlight started to die. The bulb grew dim. We got scared and crawled back to the tunnel. I wiggled through but my sister got stuck half way into the tunnel. I tried to pull her out but I couldn't. I began to cry. ‘Find someone to help me.' my sister said.

I ran up and down the street knocking on doors and begging people to come with me to help my sister. Nobody would come. Some were watching TV or playing video games. Others were busy eating, or talking on the phone. Some didn't believe me and some didn't want to get involved.

The only one who would help was a girl about my age. She got a rope and a spade and a water bottle. We returned to the tunnel and after about a half an hour we got my sister out of the tunnel.

We never told our parents about what had happened. I became good friends with the girl who had helped us. I asked her why she helped us even though she had never even met us before. She told me that there was a commandment in the Torah that said, Don't be a bystander when someone else is bleeding. (Leviticus 19:16)

I grew to admire her very much. She was very responsible, charitable, faithful, kind and loving. I learned a lot from her and when we finished college I realized that she was more than a very good friend. She was the woman I wanted to marry and live with for the rest of my life. That's your mom.

I also learned that my sister was right. Wealth and great art are nice but as the good book says, Who can find a capable wife? Her worth is far above rubies. Her husband safely trusts in her. She opens her mouth with wisdom, and the Torah of kindness is on her tongue. (Proverbs 31:10,26)

In your mother I found the best treasure in the world.

After 39 years as Rabbi of Temple Akiba in Culver City Calif. Allen Maller retired in 2006. He is the editor of a series of High Holy Days prayer books; the author of a book on Jewish mysticism, “God, Sex and Kabbalah”; and the husband since 1966 of Judy Coopersmith. Visit his website at http://www.rabbimaller.com for more information.

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]]> https://spiritualgrowthevents.com/spiritual-short-story-886-how-i-found-a-real-treasure/feed/ 0 The Wretched Wise Man https://spiritualgrowthevents.com/spiritual-short-story-898-the-wretched-wise-man/ https://spiritualgrowthevents.com/spiritual-short-story-898-the-wretched-wise-man/#respond Sat, 18 Feb 2017 18:48:11 +0000 http://www.spiritual-short-stories.com/spiritual-short-story-898-the-wretched-wise-man/ There was once a wise man who lived simply. His spartan food habits reflected this. He had a friend who, being a sycophant of the king, lived in great luxury.

One day this friend called on the wise man while he was eating. Looking at the food, the friend said, My friend, if you can please the king like me, you will be free from this wretched food...

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]]> There was once a wise man who lived simply. His spartan food habits reflected this. He had a friend who, being a sycophant of the king, lived in great luxury.

One day this friend called on the wise man while he was eating. Looking at the food, the friend said, My friend, if you can please the king like me, you will be free from this wretched food.

The wise man smiled and replied, My friend, if you can be pleased with this simple food, you can be free from the wretched job of pleasing the king.

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]]> https://spiritualgrowthevents.com/spiritual-short-story-898-the-wretched-wise-man/feed/ 0 A Taste Of Wisdom – A Hindu Spiritual Story https://spiritualgrowthevents.com/spiritual-short-story-822-a-taste-of-wisdom/ https://spiritualgrowthevents.com/spiritual-short-story-822-a-taste-of-wisdom/#respond Sat, 18 Feb 2017 18:48:03 +0000 http://www.spiritual-short-stories.com/spiritual-short-story-822-a-taste-of-wisdom/ An aging Hindu master grew tired of his apprentice complaining and so, one morning, sent him for some salt.

When the apprentice returned, the master instructed the unhappy young man to put a handful of salt in a glass of water and then to drink it.

How does it taste? the master asked.

Bitter, spit the apprentice.

The master chuckled and then asked the young man to take the same handful of salt and put it in the lake...

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]]> An aging Hindu master grew tired of his apprentice complaining and so, one morning, sent him for some salt.

When the apprentice returned, the master instructed the unhappy young man to put a handful of salt in a glass of water and then to drink it.

How does it taste? the master asked.

Bitter, spit the apprentice.

The master chuckled and then asked the young man to take the same handful of salt and put it in the lake.

The two walked in silence to the nearby lake and once the apprentice swirled his handful of salt in the water, the old man said, Now drink from the lake.

As the water dripped down the young man's chin, the master asked, How does it taste?

Fresh, remarked the apprentice.

Do you taste the salt? asked the master.

No, said the young man.

At this the master sat beside this serious young man, who so reminded him of himself, and took his hands, offering:

The pain of life is pure salt; no more, no less. The amount of pain in life remains exactly the same. However, the amount of bitterness we taste depends on the container we put the pain in. So when you are in pain, the only thing you can do is to enlarge your sense of things. Stop being a glass. Become a lake.

The author of this spiritual story is unknown and greatly appreciated.

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]]> https://spiritualgrowthevents.com/spiritual-short-story-822-a-taste-of-wisdom/feed/ 0 Laughing Until You Laugh No More https://spiritualgrowthevents.com/spiritual-short-story-791-laughing-until-you-laugh-no-more/ https://spiritualgrowthevents.com/spiritual-short-story-791-laughing-until-you-laugh-no-more/#respond Sat, 18 Feb 2017 18:47:59 +0000 http://www.spiritual-short-stories.com/spiritual-short-story-791-laughing-until-you-laugh-no-more/ A wise man once sat in the audience and cracked a joke.

All laughed like crazy. After a moment he cracked the same joke again and a little less people laughed this time...

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]]> A wise man once sat in the audience and cracked a joke.

All laughed like crazy. After a moment he cracked the same joke again and a little less people laughed this time.

He cracked the same joke again and again, when there was no laughter in the crowd, he smiled and said:

When you can't laugh on the same joke again and again, then why do you keep crying over the same thing over and over again?”

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