Control your fears

Be controlled by your fears or control your fears

There is a legend which says that there was a mouse who was very afraid of cats. She wished she could become a cat, her wish came true and she turned into a cat. Then she saw a dog and became afraid again and wished she were a dog. Her wish was granted and she turned into a dog. Then she saw a lion and she was terrified by his power and strength and wished she could become a lion so that she would not have to be terrified of the lion. Her wish was granted and she became a lion. Then she saw a man with a gun about to shoot her with his gun. You can imagine what happened next. She wished she could become a human and she did. But when she was sitting in her house she saw a mouse and she was scared of the mouse. The little mouse frightened her. To break the cycle of fear - Be Confident.

Design your Destiny. 

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The Touch of the Master.

I recently read this - quite meaningful.

The Old Battered Violin -Myra B. Welch (adapted)

It was battered and scarred, and the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his while to waste much time on the old violin. But he held it up with a smile.“What am I bidden, good folks,” he cried, Who’ll start the bidding for me?” “A 100 rupee, a 100 rupee,” then, Two! “Only two hundred? Two hundred rupees, and who’ll make it three?”

300 rupees, once; 300 rupees, twice; Going for three...” 

But no, … From the room, far back, a grey-haired man came forward and picked up the bow; Then wiping the dust from the old violin, and tightening the loose strings, He played a melody pure and sweet as a heavenly angel sings.

The music ceased, and the auctioneer, with a voice that was quiet and low, said, “What am I bid for the old violin?” And he held it up with the bow. A thousand rupees, and who’ll make it two? Two thousand! And who’ll make it three? Three thousand once, three thousand, twice; And going, and gone,” said he.

The people cheered, but some of them cried, “We do not quite understand What changed it’s worth?”  Swift came the reply:

“The touch of a master’s hand.”

-- I was battered and scared within, out of tune - much like the old violin.

But the Master encountered.

I feel the touch of the master – the Divine majesty. I thank him for His gentle touch.