Once, Buddha entered a village along with his disciples. A lady approached him and invited him to have lunch in her house.
A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed.
As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation.
They talked about so many things and various subjects.
The Creator gathered all of Creation and said, "I want to hide something from the humans until they are ready for it. It is the realization that they create their own reality."
The eagle said, "Give it to me, I will take it to the moon."
The Creator said, "No. One day they will go there and find it."
The salmon said, "I will bury it on the bottom of the ocean."
"No. They will go there too."
The buffalo said, "I will bury it on the Great Plains."
The Creator said, "They will cut into the skin of the Earth and find it even there."
Grandmother Mole, who lives in the breast of Mother Earth, and who has no physical eyes but sees with spiritual eyes, said, "Put it inside of them."
And the Creator said, "It is done."
One sunny day my friends and I were sitting in our sky castle playing a game called creation. Each soul was to create something of beauty to present to humanity. We had high hopes that our gifts would inspire and uplift their troubled hearts.
One of my friends composed a melody of joy; another choreographed a dance of harmony. I created a lighthouse. Our creations were beautiful and we believed that humanity would like them too, so we boarded our ships and flew to Earth with our creations in tow.
After landing on Earth we set out to distribute our creations to mankind. A few people we encountered gratefully accepted our gifts but there were many who refused them. They wanted nothing to do with us and asked us to leave. Later we found out that these people called themselves F.E.A.R. The Frightened Entities Action Regimen. Their hearts had been hardened by the difficulties they had encountered on Earth and so they set out to gather followers who would condemn those souls who had accepted our gifts.
