If GOD exist , why there so much of pain?

I went to a barbershop to have his hair cut .


As the barber began to work, I began to have a good conversation. We talked about so many things and various subjects. When we eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said:
“I don’t believe that God exists.”


“Why do you say that?” I asked .


Barber :
“Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn’t exist. Tell me, if God  exists, would there be so many sick people? 
would there be abandoned children?
If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain.
I can’t imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things.”


I thought for a moment, but didn’t respond because I didn’t want to start an argument.


The barber finished his job and I left the shop.


Just after I left the barbershop, I saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt.


I turned back and entered the barber shop again and said to the barber: “You know what? Barbers do not exist.”


“How can you say that?” asked the surprised barber.
“I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!”


“No!” I exclaimed. “Barbers don’t exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside.”


“Ah, but barbers DO exist! That’s what happens when people do not come to me.”


“Exactly!” I affirmed . “That’s the point! God, too, DOES exist! That’s what happens when people do not go to Him and don’t look to Him for help. That’s! why there’s so much pain and suffering in the world.”


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A Mouse Story

A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package.

“What food might this contain?” The mouse wondered - he was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.

Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning.

“There is a mousetrap in the house!

There is a mousetrap in the house!”

The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said,

“Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you

but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it.”

The mouse turned to the pig and told him,

“There is a mousetrap in the house!

There is a mousetrap in the house!”

The pig sympathized, but said,

“I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it

but pray. Be assured you are in my prayers.”

The mouse turned to the cow and said,

“There is a mousetrap in the house!

There is a mousetrap in the house!”

The cow said, “Wow, Mr. Mouse. I’m sorry for you,

but it’s no skin off my nose.”

So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer’s mousetrap– alone.

That very night a sound was heard throughout the house – like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey.

The farmer’s wife rushed to see what was caught. 

In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught.

The snake bit the farmer’s wife.

The farmer rushed her to the hospital and she returned home with a fever.

Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup’s main ingredient.

But his wife’s sickness continued,

so friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig.

The farmer’s wife did not get well; she died.

So many people came for her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them.

The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness.

So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it doesn’t concern you,

remember — when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk.

We are all involved in this journey called life.

We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one another.

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Love & Responsibility

Responsibility -- go to the root meaning of the word: it means to be responsive. Love is a response! When the other calls, you are ready. When the other invites, you enter the other. When the other is not inviting, you don't interfere, you don't trespass. When the other sings, you sing in response. When the other gives you her or his hand, you take it with deep response.

Responsibility means openness, readiness, to respond. Somebody is calling and you don't respond, you remain closed. Somebody wants to love you but you don't help, you don't co-operate; rather, you create barriers. If this is the thing you are doing -- and the majority of lovers go on doing this -- when the other calls you don't respond, then when you call the other does not respond. Because when the other calls you see that this would be a good ego enhancing thing -- not to respond. Then you feel your own master: nobody can push you, and nobody can pull you into something which you were not going into already; you don't follow anybody.

When the other's being calls ready! -- be ready; respond with your totality. Don't be a miser -- that is the meaning of responsibility.

But in your sense love has no responsibility. The word has been corrupted, destroyed, poisoned.
A mother says to the child, I am your mother, you have to be responsible for me. A husband says, I am your husband, and I work hard for you. You have to be responsible for me. A father says to the son, Don't be irresponsible! Whenever you do something always think of me. This is not responsibility, you have corrupted a beautiful word. It has become ugly. Responsibility has become almost synonymous with duty. And duty is an ugly word.

Love is beautiful; if you love your mother -- you love, but it cannot be a duty. If it is duty it is better not to love, because duty is not going to satisfy her. And if you are doing your duty because she is your mother and she has given birth to you, what can you do? -- you have to take care. When she is ill you have to sit by her side -- then all the time, if it is a duty, your mind is against her, you are feeling suffocated, you are feeling burdened, in a bondage, you would like to rebel and revolt. And if this mother dies, you may not say so to anybody, but you will feel relief.

What type of responsibility is this -- when the mother dies and the son feels a deep relief? Of course he cries and weeps -- of course; and it is not that he is showing others that he is crying and weeping -- in fact, if you had loved your mother there may have been no tears, but you have not loved your mother, now the opportunity is lost. You never loved your mother and now she is gone! Hence the tears, the so much weeping and crying -- it is pathological, it is not healthy. If you had really loved your mother then what is there to weep and cry about? She is gone!

A deep silence surrounds you. In that deep silence you start understanding death, you become aware of your own death. When your mother dies -- or your father dies -- it is an indication that you will have to die. Then you become involved with death. You try to understand it.
While she was alive she helped you to understand life. Now she is gone, she has opened another door -- the door of death, to look into: because she has gone and you will have to follow.

If you have loved a person, when the person is gone you don't feel relief -- and you don't cry, and you don't weep. In deep silence you accept the fact, the helplessness of it -- and the love continues, because love does not end with the body, love does not end with the mind, love goes on flowing.


When there is no love, the question of responsibility comes in. When there is no love, you start talking about duty. When there is love, love itself is responsibility.


Source~ Tao: The Three Treasures

The Real Love!

When you are aware, you are not in need of love. When you are not in need of love, you become capable of love. This is the paradox. When you are in need you are not capable. And in this sleepy state, full of needs and desires, you go on stumbling.

It is on the same lines as banks function. If you go to a bank and you need money, they will not give you any. If you don't need money, you have enough, they will come to you and they will always be ready to give you. When you don't need, they are ready to give you; when you need, they are not ready to give you.

Let me tell you one anecdote:


Two very proper English gentlemen were drunk in the pubs looking for women. They finally got lucky and were about to bed with their respective finds. As they were lurching their way through the crowded London streets, one turned to the other and said, "Look here, old man, do you mind switching bitches?"
"No, I don't mind old thing, but can you tell a fellow why?" "Well," slobbered the first, "don't you know, between the grog and the fog and the smog, I seem to have picked up my old auntie!"

In the darkness of desire, in the madness of passion, between the grog and the fog and the smog, don't be too worried whether the other's love is real or not. Right now, as you are, the real cannot happen to you. The real happens only to real persons. Gurdjieff used to say: "Don't seek reality -- become real!"

"The Real happens to Real Persons only. To Unreal Persons only the Unreal happens."




Source: A Sudden Clash of Thunder: Osho

Do you love yourself?

Do you love yourself? You have not even asked the question. People hate themselves.

People condemn themselves -- they go on condemning; they go on thinking that they are

rotten. How can the other love you? such a rotten person. No, nobody can love you really.

The other must be befooling, cheating; there must be some other reason. She must be

after something else; he must be after something else.

I have heard:

A dirty, smelly, filthy-looking old Jewish bum, sat down on a park bench next to a sweet

young girl. The girl took one look at the bum and looked away in revulsion. Pretty soon

she heard a noise and turned her head to see what was happening. She watched in horror

as the Jewish bum took a sandwich from a brown bag and took a big bite of it. The meat

was rancid, the lettuce was brown, and the bread mouldy.

Sensing the girl's eyes on him, the Jewish bum turned towards her and said, "Pardon me,

miss, would you like a bite of my sandwich? I suppose to make love would be out of the question."

This is what goes on happening. You know about yourself -- love seems to be out of the

question. You know your rottenness, worthlessness -- love seems to be out of the

question. And when some woman comes and says she adores you, you cannot trust.

When you go to a woman and you say you adore her, and she hates herself, how can she

believe you? It is self-hatred that is creating the anxiety.

There is no way to be certain about the other -- first be certain about yourself. And a

person who is certain about himself is certain about the whole world. A certainty

achieved at your innermost core becomes a certainty about everything that you do and

everything that happens to you. Settled, centered, grounded, in yourself, you never worry

about such things. You accept.! 

If somebody loves you, you accept it because you love yourself. You are happy with

yourself; somebody else is happy -- good! It does not get in your head; it does not make

you madly egoistic. You simply enjoy yourself; somebody else also finds you enjoyable -

- good!

Source:  A Sudden Clash of Thunder: Osho

Seeking?

Seeking truth?

Wisdom dwells in the cave of your heart

Seeking God?
The Self dances in each atom of existence

Seeking peace?
Be like a rock in the realization of truth

Realize Brahman in the utter stillness of mind
Realize Brahman in the utter stillness of mind


Seeking reality?
Don’t be the seer or the seen, be the seeing

Seeking bliss?
Transcend duality, thoughts and beliefs

Seeking release?
The very notion of bondage is illusion

Realize Brahman in the utter stillness of mind
Realize Brahman in the utter stillness of mind

source: songs of vasishta

Another Day!

Another day, another life, another song

It’s your dream world, there’s no right no wrong

There is no start, there is no end

There’s just the chance to be a friend

Time’s in your mind, there’s no short, no long

Space is like time, there’s no here, no gone

There’s just the chance to Be!

There’s just the chance to Be!

source: songs of vasishta