Diamonds are NOT Water (by Peter Elliott)

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This story is copyright (2004)


A thought source suggested it would be good
To record a story I heard at a meditation course
In answer to a question raising the merit
Of shopping around from system of meditation
To system of meditation:

There was once a man
Who's well ran dry.
He dug another one
But found no water.
He tried another place;
Still no water.

He had finished his tenth unsuccessful well
And was starting on his eleventh
When a saint came by
And asked him what he was doing.

He told the saint
About the well that had run dry
And showed him all the unsuccessful wells.

"How deep are you going?"
The saint inquired.

"As deep as the one that used to have water
- twenty-five feet,"
The man replied defensively.

The saint told him to choose one of the wells
And dig deeper.

He did so.
The saint came back a month later
And sure enough
He had found water.

That is the end
Of the story I heard
But I can't resist
Carrying on
With a sequel
That presented itself while recording
The above
And which further contemplation
Later refined:

The saint was about to go
When he caught sight
Of something shining,
Shimmering,
White.
He scooped up some clay
And blissfully
Surveyed a largish diamond.

He spontaneously kicked
A mound of earth
And there were two more!

He called across to the man
Who was watering his vegetable garden
"Do know you've found a diamond mine?"

"Sure," came the man's voice,
"So what?"
And he kept on watering.

"Do you mind if I take a few diamonds?"
The saint called.

"Back came the reply: "Sure - go ahead."


The saint travels on
And comes upon a HUGE mound of clay and rock.
At the bottom a man is resting
Beside a gaping hole
In the earth.

"What are you doing," asked the saint.
"I'm looking for fossils," the man replied.

"That's a lot of rocks!" the saint exclaimed,
"How deep have you gone?"

"About two thousand feet"

"Have you thought of trying somewhere else?"
Asked the saint.

"But do you know
How long it's taken me
To get this far?" complained the man,
"Legends say there were dinosaurs here."
And he went back to his digging.

The saint was about to go
When he caught sight
Of something shining,
Shimmering,
White.
He scooped up some clay
And blissfully
Surveyed an impressive diamond.

He spontaneously kicked
A mound of earth
And there were three more!

He called down to the hole in the ground:
"Do you know you've located a diamond mine?"

"Yes," came a voice from the ground,
Slightly muffled,
"But I it’s fossils that I want."

"Do you mind if I pick up a few diamonds?"
The saint called down.
"Sure," came the reply, "Go ahead."

And he kept on
With his digging.

FOOTNOTE:
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That is the end of my tale. Does this leave you,
the reader, like me, puzzling over how to attain enlightenment?
Or do you call that state of being puzzled enlightenment?
Good! That "being puzzled" is in my opinion the state
Zen offers with its koans, and is our truest and natural response
to all the deep metaphysical questions. GET USED TO IT!

At the time of writing I used the word sartori to describe
the experience the story gave me, and am sure it was not co-incidental
that it came to me straight after the yoga weekend (or intensive
as it was billed). One of those gurus was a vehicle
for some sort of grace, but which of the three?
The story at the yoga weekend was told by Master Charles Cannon
a disciple of Swami Muktananda. The weekend was promoted
as the "3 Gurus" intensive and also featured Swami Chetananda
and Swami Shankarananda (who organised the event).

Or was it the fact that they had a photograph
of Nityananda , Swami Muktananda's guru, in the hall?

--------(Peter Elliott)----- Return to Home Page