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Great Parables as Metaphors

Posted Jan. 14, 2011 by drquantum in Open

commented on Feb. 6, 2011
by frequencytuner

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In my new book, 'Grow You Inner Wisdom to the Max', I point out in the last chapter, that many great wisdom teachings from various spiritual traditions ask that we become involved as active participants in the transformation of our own consciousness. Rather than function as mere passive believers, that something outside of ourselves is going to help us, even save us. I would love it if each person out there would take one of their favorite parables, and then explain what it means it terms of us ourselves, being willing to take some form of consciousness raising action. All within the context of understanding, that one ounce of actual experience, is worth a thousand pounds of belief. Besides the moment we come to experience our greater potentials, we no-longer have to waste so much energy trying to merely believe, that something well beyond ordinary is going on - heare? Inasmuch as will have found a way to actually link ourselves up, with that which is well beyond ordinary!

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  • frequencytuner Feb 06, 2011

    Consider the events, the people and the environments in which we exist and interact with as symbols and archetypal figures. The great allegories and parables of "days gone by" are echoed in our everyday lives if you open your eyes to the symbolism all around and within you. Even your life, your past, your memories - when viewed in this light - are the very same allegories and parables we read in our holy books and ancient literature.

    I will reference the Allegory of the Cave by Plato. Here is a link to it on the net:

    http://webspace.ship.edu/cgboer/platoscave.html

    Consider the alcoholic who denies his addiction or the abused person too afraid to ask for help. Consider the unenlightened minds that bump into each other in the darkness of ignorance, wandering in circles looking for the light at the end of the tunnel.

    This is essentially the void between the conscious and unconscious mind, the night and the day, fire and water, matter and spirit, male and female, above and below, within and without, the one and the many.
    All allegories and parables, all of your memories and experiences and all those of all humanity since time immemorial speak this very same story - the one expressed as many. There is no higher truth and there is no other story.

  • Neon1 Jan 16, 2011

    Once upon a time, there was a little boy who woke up one morning in a strange place. This wasn’t his family and this wasn’t his home.
    His home didn’t have a dirt floor or a thatched roof.
    His brothers and sisters wore pants and shirts and shoes.
    His parents didn’t cultivate the land or hunt for food.
    Playing in the village commons one day this little boy found a piece of what was called parchment. He folded it into the form of what he knew to be a familiar shape, and let his little paper airplane fly through the warm afternoon air.
    The villagers grabbed hold of him.
    Some of them thought him to be a god and began to worship him.
    Others began to fear his powers and plotted to kill him.

    Once upon a time, there was a little boy who woke up one morning in a strange place.
    He had just realized, because of a dream he’d just had, that he was from the future.
    He now understood why this wasn’t his real family and this wasn’t his real home.
    He now understood why jumping from the roof of his family dog’s house made his heart race so, and why teaching that dog silent commands came so naturally to him.
    He now understood why he could hear what others were thinking.
    He now understood why his many original ideas were made so much fun of.
    And he now understood why he would have to conform to the awkward ways of the people around him. He mustn’t let on where, or rather, WHEN he was from …or else last night's dream might come true!
    Why he was different from others was now clear to him, but, try as he might, he couldn’t pinpoint the precise time from which he had come.

    Once upon a time, there was a little boy who found himself in a strange place, not knowing why or how he’d gotten there—who was heard one day to say softly to himself, “If only I could remember the future”.

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