A MAGICIAN was showing his tricks before a
king. Now and then he exclaimed: "Come
confusion! Come delusion! O King, give me
money! Give me clothes!" Suddenly his tongue
turned upward and clove to the roof of his mouth.
He experienced kumbhaka. He could utter neither
word nor sound, and became motionless. People
thought he was dead. They built a vault of bricks
and buried him there in that posture. After a
thousand years someone dug into the vault. Inside
it people found a man seated in samadhi. They
took him for a holy man and worshipped him.
When they shook him his tongue was loosened and
regained its normal position. The magician became
conscious of the outer world and cried, as he had a
thousand years before: "Come confusion! Come
delusion! O King, give me money! Give me
clothes!"
God is the Kalpataru, the wish-fulfilling tree. You
will certainly gel whatever you ask of him. But you
must pray standing near the Kalpataru. Only then
will your prayer be fulfilled. But you must
remember another thing. God knows our inner
feeling. A man gets the fulfilment of the desire he
cherishes while practising sadhana. As one thinks,
so one receives.
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