You too can start on your own....
There is a Zen story; Zen Masters have loved it tremendously. When you
come across it for the first time you will feel puzzled about the story —
it is about a master thief.
A man was known as a master thief in Japan; he was well-known, famous,
all over the country. And, of course, he was a master thief so nobody
had ever been able to catch hold of him.
 He was never caught red-handed — although everybody knew that he was the
one who had stolen — even from the treasury of the king he had been
stealing. And he was always leaving marks of his so everybody would know
who had been there.
In fact, it had become the fashion to brag about it, if the master thief
had thought you worthy to steal something from. It became an
aristocratic bragging! People would brag, saying, “Last night the master
thief has been to our house.”
But the man was getting older, and one day his young son said to him, “Now you are getting older, teach me your art!”
The father said, “Then come with me tonight — because this is not something that can be taught. You
can only imbibe the spirit of me; if you are intelligent enough you can
catch it. I cannot teach it to you, but you can catch it. I cannot give
it to you, but you can get it. We will see. You come tonight with me.”
Naturally the son was afraid — the first time! The wall was broken, they
went into the palace. Even in his old age, the father’s hands were like
a surgeon’s, unwavering, unshaking, although he was becoming very old —
with no fear, as if he was working in his own home, breaking the wall.
He did not even look here and there he was so certain of his art.
And the young man was trembling — it was a cold winter night and he was
perspiring! But the father was doing everything silently.
Then the father entered into the house. The son followed, his knees
trembling, and he was feeling he might fall any moment. He was losing
all consciousness because the fear was such…if they were caught, then?
 The father was moving in the dark house as if it was his house and he
knew everything about the house, and even in the dark he could move
without stumbling against the furniture, against the doors. Making no
noise at all, noiselessly, he reached into the innermost chamber of the
palace. He opened a cupboard and told the son to go in and find
whatsoever was valuable. The son entered it. The father locked the door,
shouted, “A thief! A thief! Wake up!” and escaped through the hole that
they had dug in the wall.
Now this was too much! The son could not under-stand it. Now he is
locked in the cupboard, trembling, perspiring, and the whole house is
awake, people are searching for the thief. “What kind of father is this?
He has murdered me!” he thought. “And what kind of teaching is this?”
This is the last thing he would have ever imagined: he has created a
living nightmare for him! Now he is certain to be caught! And he has
locked the door from the outside; he cannot even open the door and
escape.
After one hour, the son reached home and the father was fast asleep and
snoring! He threw aside his blanket and said, “What kind of nonsense is
this?!”
The father said, “So you are back! No need to tell the whole story — you
also go to sleep. Now you know the art, we need not discuss it.”
But the son said, “I have to tell you the whole story, what happened.”
The father said, “If you want to tell it you can, otherwise I don’t
require it. Just that you have come is enough proof! Now from tomorrow
night you start on your own. You have got the intelligence, the awareness that a thief needs. I am immensely happy with you!”
But the son was so overflowing, he wanted to relate the whole thing — he had done such a great job.
He said, “Just listen, otherwise I will not be able to sleep at all. I am so excited! You almost killed me!”
The father said, “It is hard, but that’s how a master has to act many times. Tell me the whole story. What happened?”
He said, “Out of nowhere — not from my intellect, certainly not from my mind — this has happened.”
The father said, “This is the key to all mastery in all the fields of life,
whether you are a thief or a meditator, whether you are a lover or a
scientist or a painter or a poet, it doesn’t matter. Whatsoever the
field, this is the master key — that nothing happens from the head,
everything happens from somewhere below. Call it intuition, call it
no-mind, call it meditation — these are names, different names for
the same thing. It has started functioning, I can see it on your face; I
can see the aura around you. You are going to become a master thief!
And remember through being a master thief I have attained to meditation.
So remember: this is the way for you to attain meditation.”
The son said, “When I was standing inside that damned cupboard and
people were searching for the thief, a woman servant came with a candle
in her hand; I could see from the keyhole. Something from nowhere…I
started making noises as if I was a cat — and I have never done it
before! The woman servant, thinking that there was a cat in the
cupboard, unlocked it. As she unlocked it — I don’t know how I did it
and who did it — it happened! I blew the candle out, pushed the woman
away, and ran...!
People followed me — the whole house was awake, the neighborhood was
awake. And they were coming closer and closer and I was on the verge of
being caught.
Then suddenly I came across a well. I saw a rock just by the side of the
well — I don’t believe that I have that much strength to pick that rock
up now, but it happened.”
When you are in such situations your whole energy becomes available to
you. You don’t live only on the superficial level. When life is at stake, your whole energy becomes available.
“I moved the rock, picked up the rock — I cannot believe that I could
even shake it now! — and threw it in the well, then ran away. The noise,
the sound of the rock falling in the well…and all the people who were
following me stopped following me. They surrounded the well; they
thought I had jumped into the well. That’s how I am back home.”
The father said, “Now you can go to sleep. I am finished! Never ask me anything again. Now you start on your own.
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