to Brian- Why truth is important to the devotee

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Dear Brian,

 

I bow to Truth speaking in the heart of Her devotee

I bow to the Heart listening with understanding

I bow to the devotee generously sharing what was received

 

with love,

Henny

 

, Brian McKee <brian@s...> wrote:

>

> Once there was a poor and noble man walking along the highway,

begging for whatever boon he could from passers by. His name was

Suryananda.

>

> Suryananda lived day to day, thinking of little, except his next

meal and where to travel to acquire his next meal.

>

> One day, per chance, he met up with a beautiful young maiden. It

appeared she had been thrown by her horse and had fractured her leg

and arm in the fall.

>

> "Oh kind sir, please help me," she begged the poor and noble man, "I

have asked so many to pick me up and carry me home, but no one has

offered to help me. Many pretend not to see me. Many can't see me. And

many more simply look the other way."

>

> "I am but a poor man," replied Suryananda, "but I will do my best."

>

> Suryananda carefully picked up the maiden and began carrying her.

>

> He carried the maiden for many miles, down many roads. She guided

him along many many paths, assuring him, that he was walking to her

home.

>

> The paths were long and arduous and frought with many great perils.

But at every fork and every turn the maiden knew which way to go. For

a while it seemed as if they would lose their lives because they were

surrounded by nothing but robers and theives.

>

> Suryananda always managed to find food. Sometimes the maiden knew

where to find fruit and nuts. Suryananda fed the maiden what they

found together. He only ate the scraps left by her.

>

> Every morning at dawn he would pick her up and ask, "which way

today, my lady?"

>

> And every morning the maiden would point down a particular road and

Suryananda would carry her, slowly methodically, and patiently.

>

> After a while the landscape began to change, and over time the path

became softer, the food more plentiful and before he knew it, the

maiden was walking next to him, restored to full health.

>

> One hundred and eight miles passed and Suryananda walked with the

maiden up to the gates of a giant and stunningly beautiful castle.

>

> "This is your home," said the maiden.

>

> "My home? You mean your home," exclaimed Suryananda.

>

> "No," said the maiden, "this is the home you abandoned because you

were forced to leave, but because you offered assistance to me and

because you were so stead fast in your commitment to caring for me and

returning me to my home, I have returned you to yours."

>

> Suddenly, the memories flooded Suryananda and he remembered a time

when he had been King, when treachery had ousted him from his own

parliament.

>

> He fell at the feet of the maiden and said, "but who are you to know

all this?"

>

> The maiden smiled and said, "I have many names. In this form I am

known as Truth. And because of your deovtion to me I can now change

form."

>

> The maiden stuck out her tongue and screeched, "I am Chandi! And I

am clearing you a path to your throne. Follow me!"

>

> The maiden changed form and became black as night, a wisp of dark

wind, and slid under the locked castle gate. The guards never saw Her

coming and didn't wake the next morning.

>

> She opened the gate from the inside and ushered Suryananda into his

home.

>

> An alarm sounded, and all the lights were lit. Energy weapons were

fired from every where, but the goddess formed a shield around

Suryananda and he walked slowly and gracefully toward his throne room.

>

> Demon fire rained down from roof tops, and demons themselves began

angrily clawing their way down the street. They attempted to stop the

poor man's progress, but the pain he felt meant nothing to him, and

the armor of Chandi protected him from being destroyed.

>

> Chandi destroyed the worst of the demons, but left many of the

demons alive.

>

> The poor man walked into the throne room, walked to his throne and

sat down. As soon as he was seated, the demons stopped, transformed,

and bowed down.

>

> Chandi became the soft and lovely maiden again and bowed to the

King.

>

> "Oh please, Maiden, Maa, Meaning, Method, Mastery, please don't bow

to me, I do nothing, it is you who do all!"

>

> "It is your respect for me, that enables me to fight for you King

Surya," replied the Goddess.

>

> Placing his palms flat against each other, with his fingers pointing

to the sun, Suryananda bowed his head and said, "I bow to the divinity

that is you."

>