Of gods, angels, kings and leaders
The mystic yogi sat on a flat rock on the hillside. With years of practice, he knew now how to still his mind and body. Breathing with calm and uttering His name repeatedly, thinking of the infinite Lord alone he found his consciousness detaching from his body, submerging in an infinite sea of bliss, beauty and joy but a question arose in his mind, “Lord you are so beautiful, so full of joy. I feel my consciousness being pulled into your bosom, to become a part of you, to escape once and for all from endless cycles of joy and suffering but would that not be a selfish thing to do? I would find eternal bliss but there are so many others still suffering. Better it would be that I stay back and help them in whatever way I can.” The infinite Lord then answered in his heart, “Your compassion is admirable but how much can you do with this frail human body of yours? Come to the worlds of bright elevated beings known as angels, bodhisattvas, gods and a thousand other nam...