Once upon a time, there existed a great and powerful kingdom; which was ruled by an even greater, even more powerful king. The king was a just and righteous man who ever honoured the path of Dharma. His subjects loved him deeply and were always pleased by his actions and rulership.
Born to the king was a son, a single heir to the mighty thrown. The king held nothing but love for his son, however the young prince was born with a strange and unfortunate abnormality. Exactly how such a condition came to be I cannot say, but the kings son, the rightful heir to the thrown, was born believing that he was in fact not a prince. He was born believing that he was a common turkey.
For his first 15 years the Kings son lived his life in constant imitation of a turkey. He would strut around underneath the great dining room table, completely naked, pecking at the crumbs on the castle floor. The Turkey prince seemed aware of his surroundings, and could even converse via broken one-word sentences. He was truly the smartest amongst turkeys, and yet, the lamest of all royalty.
The king, being an ever optimistic man, thought that his son would eventually grow out of these unusual tendencies. However, as he began to feel the effects of old age, he became aware of Lord Yama drawing ever nearer, the King began to worry. He was beyond the point of producing offspring, and his only son walked around like a turkey. Who would carry on his legacy? How could the Turkey Prince come to rule this great kingdom?
The king sent word to all three worlds, searching for something or someone who might be able to heal his son. Many shamans, energetic healers and medical doctors answered the kings call, and one by one, they all failed in the task at hand. Months crawled by like this, and still the search proved unfruitful.
Then one night, as the old king slept, a vision came to him in a dream. The king had a vision of a simple yogi, living in an ancient cave near the castle, who would be able to cure his son. In this dream the yogi spoke, "O great and powerful king of kings, you have been a righteous ruler, and I am pleased with your service to mankind. Bring me to your castle and I will cure your son."
The king quickly woke from his dream state and set in motion commands to bring the yogi forth. Knights were dispatched to the ancient caves, and soon the yogi was found. Upon his arrival to the kingdom, the yogi said to the king, "O great kind, leave me alone in the castle with your son for one week and I will cure him of his condition." Without second thought the king agreed to the yogi's condition and left him alone in the castle with the turkey prince.
During their first day together, the yogi simply observed the turkey prince. He carefully watched the prince strutting around underneath the table naked, pecking at crumbs on the castle floor.
By day 2, the yogi had taken all of his own clothes off and joined the prince in his Turkey-like tendencies. Pecking together at crumbs underneath the great dining room table, the Turkey Prince eventually noticed his new company, and naturally became very curious. Soon the Turkey Prince grew very fond of this new turkey yogi, and before long, the turkey prince began pecking for crumbs only in the area of the yogi.
On day 3 the yogi had ventured away from the table, and continued pecking at crumbs elsewhere in the dining hall. The Turkey prince was slightly perplexed at the change of feeding grounds, and yet he decided to wander out from underneath the table, joining the turkey yogi in his new quest for crumbs.
On Day 4, the yogi began to eat regular food from the table, instead of crumbs from off of the castle floor. Trusting the actions of his wonderful new turkey friend, the prince also began to eat food from the table.
On day 5, the yogi put on his pant back on; and to the prince, this was a truly blizzard sight! Turkeys wearing pants? The yogi seemed very comfortable in his new pants, and so the turkey prince decided to give it a try. Emulating the actions of his new turkey friend, the prince put on pants and together they continued to peck away at crumbs on the floor.
On day 6, the yogi told the prince that it was okay for turkeys to hold human conversation. This was a big step for the turkey prince, but still his new friend had not let him down thus far, and so he took a leap of faith, and the two began to talk.
By day 7 the king returned to his palace, and upon entering the main hall, he was amazed with what he saw. Sitting together at the table, both fully clothed in fine silks, he saw the yogi and the prince, enjoying a royal feast, holding a conversation to match. The turkey prince was a turkey no longer.
This is the story of true selfless service. Although the prince was born believing otherwise, in reality, he was never truly a turkey. You understand that the princes condition was brought about purely by an incorrect conception of himself. It was wrong knowledge, or wrong thinking which made the prince believe he was a turkey. And of course, this is the way that we are all born - thinking that we are something which we are not.
Some of us however, are like the yogi. Through intense practice, constant evaluation and introspection, we gain knowledge of the way things truly are. We begin to find freedom from suffering, freedom from illusion. We begin to attain information, take to educated action, and eventually, we start to wake up to reality.
When we start to wake up, we have to do what the yogi did. We have to pretend to be turkey's, strutting naked under dining room tables. We have to momentarily take a few steps back in order to bring others even farther forward. The yogi gained the friendship and trust of the prince; and slowly, gradually, begin to lead him away from that state of wrong knowledge.
The fact that you're reading my blog tells me that you're either already an established yogi, or well on your way to becoming one; and for that reason, you have a tremendous responsibility to the rest of the population. It is up to you, my yogi friends, to help the princes of this planet. In this way, we will all enjoy together, the bliss of absolute reality.
Om Tat Sat