The man.

September 1, 2003

There was this man.

Even the angels rejoiced at the sight of him, such was the quality of the

holiness of the milieu of his beingness. And he never had a clue about his

milieu.

He went about his humdrum tasks, diffusing goodness as a flower

unselfconsciously diffuses it's fragrance. Over the years, people noticed

something peculiar about the man.

He would immediately forget each person's past and looked at them as if they

were just now manifested, ....innocent and blameless and too ignorant to know

what they were doing.

Anybody entering this man's milieu would always feel benedicted, blessed,

supported ... unconditionally loved, for there was no cognition of any

conditions in the first place.

One day an angel appeared and said to him " I have been sent to you by God.

Ask for anything you wish and it will be given to you. Would you wish to have

the gift of healing?

"No" replied the man, "I'd rather God did the healing himself."

"Would you want to bring sinners back to the path?"

"No" replied the man, "it is not for me to touch human hearts".

"Would you like to be such a model of virtue that people from all over will

revere you as the Messiah?"

"No" replied the man, "for that would make me the centre of attention".

"What then, you have to ask for one boon at least"

"Well" replied the man, "in that case, I ask for this, let be good be done

without my being aware of it".

So it was decreed that the man's shadow would be endowed with healing

properties, wherever it fell, behind him.

So everywhere his shadow fell, so long it was behind him, the sick were healed,

the land became fertile, fountains sprang to life, colour returned to the faces

of those who were weighed down by life's sorrows.

But the man remained unaware of all this, because the attention of the people

were so centered on the shadow, that they forgot all about the man.

So his wish that good be done through him and he be forgotten, was fulfilled.

The man.

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