True Heart-opening Stories about Children

Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was: a four-year-old child, whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman, who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.

When his mother asked him what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy just said, “Nothing, I just helped him cry.”

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Teacher Debbie Moon’s first graders were discussing a picture of a family.

One little boy in the picture had a different hair color than the other members. One of her students suggested that he was adopted. A little girl said, “I know all about adoption, I was adopted..”

“What does it mean to be adopted?”, asked another child. Continue reading “True Heart-opening Stories about Children”

Where is God? A Story on Children’s Innocence

This is a story of the famous (late) Indian Scientist Dr. Hargobind Khorana and his son…

Dr Khorana had, with complicated logic, proved to his eminent peers that God does not exist. Firm in this belief, and wanting to hammer it home, he put up a sign to this effect over the door to his house: “GOD IS NOWHERE”!

His little son returned from school and proudly told his father that he could now manage to read sentences. Dr Khorana promptly asked his son to read the statement above the main door. The little boy looked hard at the line and began: Continue reading “Where is God? A Story on Children’s Innocence”

The Birth of Jesus Christ

In a small town Nazareth, there lived a young girl, Mary by name.

She has got an open heart and she loved God very much. Once Angel Gabriel* came to her.

He was sent by God. The angel told her that she would give birth to a son whose name would be Jesus.

In some time Mary and her husband Joseph started off to Bethlehem. The way was long. They went for several days. When they came to Bethlehem, they had no place to live in. Little time was left till Jesus’ birth. That is why Continue reading “The Birth of Jesus Christ”

The Bullock Cart – A Story about Equality

by Sia Reddy

On a farm in the heart of India, there lived a farmer and his wife. They were rather poor, but earned their living by collecting milk from all the farms in the area to sell it on the market in the city.

One day, like all the other days, the farmer set off to work. He fed the oxen and attached them to the cart. Everything seemed to work smoothly, until the front wheel started to speak.

“I am so great. Look how well I am made. The best iron bars have been used to shape my wonderful, round frame. The wood is still in brilliant condition after so many rides and see, what a beautiful pattern I make in the earth! Without me, this whole cart would not move an inch!”

“You are terribly vain, dear wheel” called one of the wooden planks. “Without us, there would be no cart! We planks are holding the whole cart together, keep the milk from falling and offer our farmer a place to sit.”

“Well, maybe.” Said the wheel. “But after all, I and my three wheel brothers are Continue reading “The Bullock Cart – A Story about Equality”

Shanti Hears Her Inner Voice or We Are Messengers

by Sia Reddy

Early one morning, Mum, Dad, Shanti and her little brother were sitting in meditation. Mum was leading the meditation and asked everyone to put their right hand on the left swadisthan. “Shri Mataji, please give me the pure knowledge,” Mum said and everyone repeated after her. Daddy even worked on his left swadisthan with a candle – Shanti would have loved to do that, but she knew she was not allowed to do it on her own yet. After some time Mum asked everyone to put the left hand on the right swadisthan and say “Shri Mataji, You are the Doer. You do everything. I am not doing anything.”

“What does this mean, Mummy?” Shanti asked.

“See, Shri Mataji is the doer. We are only the messengers,” Mummy answered.

“What is a messenger?” Shanti asked.

“The postman is a messenger for example. He does not write the letters, but he delivers them, so that they reach the right destination…look, that is interesting: In the word “destination” is the word “destiny”, which means; a destination is, where things are MEANT to go. Angels are messengers; messengers of God. We are also messengers or tools, instruments through which the Divine plays – like a flute. The flute itself is hollow, Shri Mataji once explained to us. It is not making any music on its own. Only if Shri Krishna blows into it, then the music is being born, through the flute as a channel, as a tool. Like this, we also have to be empty, thoughtless, and listen deep inside to what Shri Mataji is telling us.”

Shanti thought for a minute, then she turned to Mum again. “So, if the postman is the messenger, if he is the one who brings the letters to the people, are we messengers of Shri Mataji?”

“Yes” Mummy replied. “We are there to give realisation to the people, to pass on Shri Mataji’s message. But it is Shri Mataji who sends it. That is why we pray at the left swadisthan level to receive the pure knowledge from Shri Mataji – inside. If we listen inside, we might hear what Shri Mataji says to us.”

Shanti closed her eyes and just a short while later turned to Mum. “Shri Mataji said that it is the love. That we have to give love to the people.”

“Exactly” Mum replied, excited about the beautiful words Shanti had just said. “We spread the love, Shri Mataji’s love”.

But Shanti was not finished. Continue reading “Shanti Hears Her Inner Voice or We Are Messengers”

Music Porgrams for Kids in Lebanon

Dear All,

Gabriel, Shyam and Thierry, three Sahaja Yogis from France came to Lebanon for 4 Musical PPs from 8 to 11th February 09. They were very sweet and very kind and supportive who showed how collectivity should work out. Not only their music is amazing but also their Spirit…

They played the Harmonium, Tabla and Marasca and other kinds of percussion.

At school, on 11th February 09, there were several music progs (it was decided suddenly on 10th February, without organizing for it, and worked out perfectly without any effort!!!!). Kids from grade 1 till grade 8 received Selfrealization.

The introduction was that this music will help them getting better school results, better concentration and better attention and that this is done in the schools in France and children’s results are getting higher and better results and not only at school but in life

Children in Lebanon

The kids were told (from 6 to 10 years old) the story of Continue reading “Music Porgrams for Kids in Lebanon”

Shanti cannot sit still or The First Step

by Sia Reddy

It must have been the fifth time during the morning meditation that Mum told Shanti to just sit still! But no use. She is fidgeting around, playing with the song book, and if there is nothing to grab near by, she plays with her toes, her trousers, her fingers…

Shanti!” Mum scolds again. “Please! I told you! Sit properly! Hands on your lap”. Shanti follows Mummy’s instructions for just about a second, until she finds the pattern of the carpet really interesting again and follows the lines with her fingers.

Ok”, says Mummy now. “Listen. Why do you meditate? Hm? Tell me.” Almost six years old, Shanti has heard a lot about vibrations and knows a lot of mantras, but she has not yet really thought about WHY she should be meditating…

To make Shri Mataji happy!” she replies. “That is also true.” Says Mummy. “Of course. But you really meditate for yourself and nobody else, not even Mummy”. “But why?” Shanti asks. “Why do I need to meditate?” “Mummy takes a deep breath and looks at Shri Mataji’s  picture. After about a minute she turns to Shanti and says “Look. When we meditate, all the bad things in and around us run away. We can feel happy and light again. But meditation is so much more than just sitting here. If you imagine meditation being a huge beautiful mountain, we have properly not even reached the first step. But you know what the first step is?Continue reading “Shanti cannot sit still or The First Step”

The Seven Fairies

by Sia Reddy

A Story to teach Sharing

The story is kept short and simple and can be retold with more details and beautiful wording by the Reader 🙂

Once upon a time, seven Fairy children lived in their small, pretty flower house with their Fairy mother and Fairy father. The children quarrelled a lot and did not enjoy sharing their toys at all.

One day, Fairy Mother returned from the forest and saw the children fight about their animal toys. Ada did not want to share her tiger, Aba his elephant, Dina her lion and so forth. Suddenly the mother had an idea. Continue reading “The Seven Fairies”

The Hen that Laid Golden Eggs

A story for the little ones with the idea greediness vs generosity

Tina was a little chubby girl. She belonged to a poor family. Though she was very poor, yet she was very charitable. She would give away even her bread to anybody who needed it.

A magician was very pleased with her goodness. He gave her a fat hen. Tina was very happy to have the hen. She could now get an egg every day to eat.

She waited for the next day excitedly. Early in the morning, she went to the hen to get an egg. The hen had laid an egg. But to Tina’s surprise, Continue reading “The Hen that Laid Golden Eggs”