"By
what name do people call you"
"Many
names" was the answer.
"Then
I shall call you Sir"
"As
you like."
I
asked him something to determine his age.
"I
am ageless, neither birth nor death touch me."
"A
tree is rooted Sir, How old are your roots?"
"That
is not to be known" He gently reproved me.
"Tell
me then Sir, the secret of your youth."
"Well,
well, if there isn't my old friend!" He suddenly exclaimed
When
I looked for his friend my breath stopped and my teeth chattered. His friend
was a huge tiger! To my eyes she looked as large as a horse. Noting my
terror my friend assured me that I was in no danger.
"Do
you mean this fearsome beast is your friend?"
"Why
not?"
"Who
are you?" I asked in awe!
"Thyself!"
His voice was gentleness itself.
Hardly
believing my eyes, I saw him approach the tiger and fondly stroke its fur and
the beast responded by every show of returned affection. "Come, come..
meet my friend" He beckoned me.
Tremblingly
I ventured forward.
"See
how sweet she is" he said, "such a good mother. She has a baby and
two of her sisters who passed away. Show us the babies, will you?"
Obediently,
the tiger stalked along before us and I silently followed. Since my courage had
deserted me I couldn't question, though my thoughts were many. Half a mile
we were led by the tiger to a wooded hill thickly overgrown with brush. There
is a deep ditch frolicked three tiger cubs, one about a month old and two older
ones.
The cubs were harmless enough and very loveable in their rounded furriness.
I asked permission to play with them. The youngest was a bit frightened, but
soon warmed up and played along. A little later my comrade bade me come away
from the cubs as we resumed our journey to the cave.
"
You are a Master," I asserted, " I am sure of it."
"Why?"
"Because
the tiger did not harm us."
"That
is nothing. They attack only those who desire to kill them. If you have
love in your heart for them and no fear, they won't harm you. Love in your
heart for everyone brings love in return."
"Master,
will you explain the secret of making a tiger like you?"
"If
man will relinquish the idea of killing, the love of every
creature will be his."
"
How long will it take to do this?"
He
answered that if in twelve years the hand, eyes and tongue have not harmed
anyone, the power will be gained. many who do not destroy with the hands, do so
with their eyes and words. Neither beast nor man will ever attack such a one,
nor will opposition of any kind be presented.
"Must
one, Master, do anything else except abstain from killing any living
creature?"
"Yes,
my son, he should have love in his heart for everyone, but he should not fix
his affection on any particular one, holding all in love. Nor should he fear
death at anytime, realising that he is not bound by the narrow walls of flesh
and bones, but is soul or spirit, of all and in all. His song should be ~
There
is no jealousy, no fear.
I
am the dearest of the dear;
No
rival, no foe,
No
injury, no woe,
Om,
Om, Om!
Nothing
can harm me,
Nothing
alarm me,
The
soul of all,
The
nectar falls,
Om,
Om, Om!
The
heavens and stars,
Worlds
near and far
Are
hung and strung
On
the songs I sung,
Om,
Om, Om!
: Great Masters of the Himalayas
