Yogi and Persian Rugs

Meditationtime Forum Post

Date:  Posted 6 years before Oct 02, 2018

MiBeloved 6 years ago

Way back in the days of the Persian Empire, I worked as a servant to a Persian ruler. The royal households were the only places where you found delicate handicraft rugs. Sure there was no democracy and to go against the king was a death sentence. But as a servant of the royal householder, I did get to lie around on Persian rugs.

I enjoyed this privilege and shunned my home which was a room made of earthen bricks. The only rug in the servant quarters was mother earth: Her bare skin being clay and dirt.

I longed to be born as royalty where I could be privileged to walk on, sit on and sleep on Persian rugs.

Apparently nature took note of my desire. Today I was with someone at a Home Depot store in Maryland. In the parking lot there was a display of Persian rugs. For real. And they were cheap. Wow! Things have really improved for us humans since any poor citizen can buy a Persian beauty.

My old desire crept up, from you know where, they call it the subconscious. I went over and was very happy but there was a little uneasiness. Is this a trick of nature?

Hey wait, I wanted to have Persian rugs made by Persian slaves who labored for years just to make one rug. I didn’t desire a piece of crap coming out of China or Indonesia.

Hey what is this? This is not the same rug. It does not give the enjoyment that comes from being part of a royal family and having thousands of servants to fulfill your every need or off goes their heads.

This is a rip off opportunity, must be part of that new age crap about being all you can be and this and that, what a phony fulfillment for a real desire. I want a rug which servants, who were not paid a penny, made. And laces on their backs, the slaves they are, if they did not do it properly. One stitch off and off goes his head, that is what he gets for slighting the royal family.

No nature, you won’t trick me with that fulfilling my desire with some cheap labor from China. Those people are not slaves. They can protest. They are paid. They are not my underpins. I do not get the pleasure from seeing them toil from dawn to dusk in fear of my whip.

So here, take this desire and stuff it back into my subconscious until there is another Persian empire. And then nature, make me the king and let me walk on those rugs which those serfs produced by their sweat and blood exactly as I wish!