A Story of Synchronicity It was a quiet afternoon when a man,
Known to many as a spiritual healer,
Walked into a small bustling diner.
His mind was filled with calm thoughts,
Pondering the simplicity of life as he made his way to the counter.
Lost in his thoughts,
He accidentally bumped into another man standing nearby.
Oh,
I'm so sorry,
The spiritual man said immediately,
Offering a gentle smile.
He headed to the counter to order his lunch,
Giving the brief encounter no further thought.
The man he bumped into,
A burly fellow with a scowl,
Glared at him.
His face flushed with irritation,
And he yelled across the room,
I've seen you before.
Your head is always in the clouds,
Never paying attention to anyone around you.
You don't care about anyone but yourself.
The spiritual man turned calmly,
His eyes soft and understanding.
Ah,
Sir,
He replied,
You are right,
I have known that about myself for a long time.
Thank you for reminding me.
And with that,
He turned back to his lunch,
Unfazed by the outburst.
The second man huffed,
But as time passed,
He quieted down,
And the spiritual man continued to enjoy his meal in peace.
Later that day,
The spiritual man returned home.
In his quiet,
Peaceful space,
He sat down to record a healing meditation for his inside timer app,
Hoping to share some tranquility with the world.
His voice,
Warm and gentle,
Guided listeners through a journey of calm,
Peace,
And healing energy.
He uploaded the recording unaware of who might benefit from it.
Meanwhile,
At a hospital across town,
The second man's wife lay in bed,
Recovering from a serious illness.
Exhausted,
But unable to sleep,
She opened an app on her smartphone,
Searching for something to ease her mind.
She found a new healing meditation that seemed to call out to her.
Without hesitation,
She pressed play.
As the spiritual man's voice filled the room,
She felt a wave of calm wash over her.
The soft words and peaceful tones lulled her into a deep sense of relaxation.
Her tension melted away,
And for the first time in days,
She felt both rested and energized.
Little did she know,
The meditation that had brought her peace was the very one created by the man her husband had angrily berated earlier that day.
And none of them,
The spiritual man,
The angry husband,
Or the recovering wife,
Were aware of the beautiful and mysterious connection that had unfolded between them.
The moral of the story in two metaphors.
One,
Like a sailboat which harnesses the wind from whatever direction it blows,
The spiritual man had accepted the harsh words without resistance.
He had turned the other sheet,
Enabling the boat to use the wind of opinion to fill his sails and continue on his path of healing.
Two,
And just like an apple tree,
His job was not to control who would benefit from the fruit he produced,
But simply to offer it freely to the world.
The wife,
Unknowingly,
Had tasted the fruit of his creation and had begun to heal from its sweetness.
