... AND THE WALLS ...?

A yarn told by 18^th century Jewish mystic – Baal Shem Tov

There was a king who conjured, through his magical art, barriers and walls, one within the other, with which to surround himself. All these daunters were, however, illusory. They were just apparent to those outside, not real. He commanded his court jester to spread a few coins around at the approaches to each of these fake walls to measure how great was the determination and desire of his subjects, how much effort each one of them would make, to get to the king.

Most of his subjects who, seeing easy money just lying there, grabbed a handful and returned home. There were a few others who got as far as the second or third of these imagined walls. But there were very, very few who were not deflected by the money, but desired only to reach the king himself.

After considerable effort those few came to the king and realised that there were really no barriers and walls at all; the fortress was a magical illusion.

The king is the real You. The phony fortress is your identity, created to protect you from an enemy that doesn't exist. Those who truly understand know that all the barriers and walls of stone and iron, all the armour, the costumes and coverings, all the games are really on yourself in hiding, as it were. Wherever you go in thought, feeling or deed... 

 

...there is no place you can think of right now where you are not.

Really? Yes. While you're thinking of it, that's where you are. Hidden inside the illusory walls of the not-you you've conjured, is always the You you're looking for. But you get daunted by apparent challenges and distracted by bright, shiny, colourful things and forget what you came for.

 There is no place you can think of right now where you are not.
 

Don't take my word for it. Prove it for yourself. Try to NOT be somewhere while you're aware of it. Go on, try it.

Good luck........

[Joshua Fit the Battle of Jericho – The Choir of Hard Knocks (A) – 1:57]