One night, the pious and devout Rabbi Eisik had a dream, the dream instructed him to go away to the capital of Bohemia, Prague, where he discovered a hidden treasure, buried under the large bridge that leads the castle of the king of Bohemia. The rabbi, surprised, he neglected to go. But the dream was repeated twice more. On the third call, he prepared and left to search. He arrived, Rabbi Eisik found the bridge guarded day and night by sentries, so that he did not dare dig. He just come back every morning and stay around until sunset, watching the bridge, watching the guards and studying the stone and soil. In the long run, however, the captain of the guards struck by the insistence of the old, approached and asked politely if he had missed something or whether to wait for someone. The rabbi told Eisik with ease and confidence, the dream he had and The officer laughed. "Have you got the shoes worn simply because of a dream? What reasonable person would believe in a dream?" Look, if I were a person who believes in dreams, I would now just the opposite of what you do. I would have taken a pilgrimage as stupid as yours, but in the opposite direction, and, no doubt, with the same result. Let me tell you my dream. " He was an officer friendly, despite its grim appearance, and the rabbi felt sympathy for him. "I heard a voice in a dream," said the officer of the guard Christian in Bohemia, "she told me about Krakow, ordered me to go over there and finding a great treasure house of un rabbino il cui nome era Eisik, figlio di Jekel. Il tesoro doveva trovarsi in un angolo polveroso, dietro alla stufa. Eisik, figlio di Jekel!", e il capitano rideva nuovamente, con gli occhi che brillavano. "Ma te l’immagini, andare a Cracovia, abbattere i muri di ogni casa del ghetto dove metà della gente si chiama Eisik e l'altra metà Jekel! Eisik, figlio di Jekel; buona questa!" E rideva sempre più di quella buffa storia. Il rabbino ascoltava attentamente, poi, inchinandosi profondamente e ringraziando l'amico straniero, s'affrettò a ritornare direttamente verso casa; scavò nell'angolo abbandonato dietro la stufa e scoprì il tesoro che mise fine alla sua miseria. Con una parte del denaro fece innalzare a small altar that still bears his name.
The great Indology Heinrich Zimmer explained his love for the Indian myths of origin Hasidic through this story, reminding us that "... the real treasure, one that puts an end to our misery and our evidence is never far away . It lies buried in the deepest recesses of our house, that of our being. E 'behind the hearth, the center that radiates warmth and life, our hearts ... "
But, strangely, many of us need to take a trip to a faraway land, in a foreign country for this item interior may be in their its full meaning.
"... .. And, at this strange fact and law, he adds another, namely that he who reveals the inner meaning of our message must be he a stranger, of another creed and of another race. The Bohemian captain on the bridge, does not believe in dreams or inner voices, and yet power of attorney to the traveler came from afar, the very thing that ends his trials and reward his search. And that pretty much does not even intentionally, on the contrary, its fundamental message communicate it without being aware of .... "
Similarly, the myths and symbols Hindus, like other symbols of wisdom come from afar, we speak of our greatest treasure. Our task will be to unearth the forgotten corners of our being and bring a renewed radiance. Then it will mark "... the end of our sufferings and will allow us to build for the good of everyone around us is a living temple to the Spirit ..."
TAKEN FROM "THE MYTHS AND SYMBOLS ' India "by Heinrich Zimmer
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