The Man In Search Of Approval.
Once upon a time there was a man in search of approval. With his ray of approval he swept over the lands and waters looking for approval, not noticing that what he was searching with was his approval. His beam fell on various objects. Some of the objects reflected the approval and the man exclaimed, “Ah! I found it! That is the approval!”, still without noticing that he himself was providing the approval.
After a while the man realized that the approval of the physical objects was not permanently there, that he had not yet found the ultimate source of approval.
And so he continued his restless search. Then, one day, he discovered a woman. And the woman discovered him. And then he was bathed in the approval of the woman. “That is IT!” he exclaimed. “I have never seen that much approval!” And he fell in love with the woman.
But because he still did not notice that he himself was a source of approval, he became dependent on the woman, dependent on her approval.
And every time the woman put her approval elsewhere, he missed the warmth and comfort of her approval and felt cold and lonely. One day a wise old sage visited the Lighthouse and told him that he already is what he is looking for.
That the tool with which he is searching is what he is searching. “Consciousness cannot be understood because consciousness is what understands,” and “The eye cannot see itself, because it is that which sees,” the sage said. Then the man noticed his own radiant approval.
And he learned the ability to consciously direct his approval and warm others and himself with it. He learned to change the intensity of the radiance according to the situation. And the man became enlightened. Or more precisely: He finally noticed what he had already been all along.
Once upon a time there was a man in search of approval. With his ray of approval he swept over the lands and waters looking for approval, not noticing that what he was searching with was his approval. His beam fell on various objects. Some of the objects reflected the approval and the man exclaimed, “Ah! I found it! That is the approval!”, still without noticing that he himself was providing the approval.
After a while the man realized that the approval of the physical objects was not permanently there, that he had not yet found the ultimate source of approval.
And so he continued his restless search. Then, one day, he discovered a woman. And the woman discovered him. And then he was bathed in the approval of the woman. “That is IT!” he exclaimed. “I have never seen that much approval!” And he fell in love with the woman.
But because he still did not notice that he himself was a source of approval, he became dependent on the woman, dependent on her approval.
And every time the woman put her approval elsewhere, he missed the warmth and comfort of her approval and felt cold and lonely. One day a wise old sage visited the Lighthouse and told him that he already is what he is looking for.
That the tool with which he is searching is what he is searching. “Consciousness cannot be understood because consciousness is what understands,” and “The eye cannot see itself, because it is that which sees,” the sage said. Then the man noticed his own radiant approval.
And he learned the ability to consciously direct his approval and warm others and himself with it. He learned to change the intensity of the radiance according to the situation. And the man became enlightened. Or more precisely: He finally noticed what he had already been all along.
