Flash Fiction:The Good Shepherd by Manatita. A Dedication to Smilealot

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As far back as he could remember, Shaynani had always been a loving and wonderful child. His mother was beauty incarnate, and lived a life of service within; giving without. She never stopped praying. Shaynani gradually began to emulate his mother, and soon surpassed her in Love and longing for the One.

Yet his mind was restless. He had heard somewhere that, given the right circumstances and the right Spiritual Director, his Heart would be always full of ceaseless Joy. Yet he knew deep down, that something was essentially missing.

Two events eventually affected him and shaped his life. One day, while playing in the front yard of his parents’ house, he saw a man running after a young boy shouting:

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“Thief! Thief! Stop! Stop! You forgot the diamond necklace!” Shaynani thought that this was an odd thing to say to a thief, and so he followed the man, who pretty soon caught up with the one who stole from him.

“O thief!” Said the man, with bated breath. “I know your circumstances. Your poor mother is starving, your sister is ill, and your father is not well, unable to work and lacks food. Please take this golden necklace.” The thief felt humbled, and began to cry. (Sob, sob).

“Old man,” he sighed. I cannot take your property. Please take them back.” And with this he began to empty his pockets and his vest, his bags … where ever he had jewellery hidden, which had been stolen from the old man.

Shaynani looked at all this and marvelled! It did not end there, for the old man, helping the thief to pick the jewels up, handed them to the boy, took him home to his parents, then invited them to dinner at his house. All this touched Shaynani deeply, and he felt a profound sense of Love in his Heart. He remembered a poem from his dear mother:

“A moment's truth
Can and shall make the world beautiful.
A moment's peace
Can and shall save the world.
A moment's love
Can and shall make the world perfect.” – Sri Chinmoy.

The next day, Shaynani was on his way home, when he saw what appeared to be a Holy man dressed in Habits, sitting in prayer and contemplation, on the banks of the river Neelee.

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As Shaynani approached the man, he saw a scorpion moving along the banks towards him. The scorpion fell into the water, and quick as a flash, the Holy man came out of his prayer, picked it up, and put it on dry land. The scorpion stung him.

“Aauch!” Screamed the Holy man, and then went back to his prayer.

Once again the scorpion began to crawl along the river bank, and once more it fell into the water. The Holy man came out of his trance, and for the second time, he placed it on dry land. The scorpion, ever ungrateful, stung him yet a second time.

“Aauch!” Screamed the Holy man, returning to his prayerful Silence.

For the third time, the scorpion started his journey towards the river bank and, surprise, surprise, it fell into the water once again. This time Shaynani was watching keenly to see what the Holy man would do.

Yet again, he came out of his prayerful mode, picked up the scorpion gently, putting it on dry land. The scorpion stung him, one final time. Shaynani could take this no longer.

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“You foolish man,” He said, addressing the Holy man. “Once, I could understand. Twice is unbearable. But three times!” He was now looking at the blood in the Holy man’s hands.

“Do you have a death-wish or something?”

The old man smiled, looked deep into the eyes and Heart of Shaynani, and spoke with much wisdom:

“Ah Ha! My beloved Disciple.” He said in a sweet, soft and melodious voice. “It is the nature of the scorpion to sting, and it is the nature of the Saint to Love. Just as the scorpion must follow its own nature, I, too, must follow mine.”

Shaynani looked at the Holy man, and this same feeling of Love he had felt before, began to envelop his Heart. Suddenly the old man felt familiar. From where, Shaynani did not know, but something about him, and indeed even Shaynani, began to change. As if reading Shaynani’s mind, the Holy man smiled and said:

“You saw me recently. For it was I who fed the boy and his parents in the form of an old man, and now I am feeding you, with inner Light and Bliss. This very day, I am accepting you as my disciple, for you are pure in Heart. Return home to your parents, and I shall visit you soon. All has been arranged.”

“Blessed are the pure in Heart, for they shall see God.” Matthew 5:8 (KJV)

Shaynani felt his Heart leaped, and he was full of Joy and Delight. Dancing all the way to his parents’ home, the voice of the Saviour kept singing in his Soul:

“I am the good Shepherd. The good Shepherd giveth his life for the sheep …they shall hear my voice; and there shall be one fold and one Shepherd, and my father loves me, for I lay down my life, that I might take it up again …” John 10:11,16, 17 ..

He was now reborn, into a new and everlasting life.

-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. Copyrighted. 15th October, 2015.

~ Awakening The Inner Light ~

The Good Shepherd

Does it pay to be a good Shepherd?

  • No
  • Not sure. Life is unfair.
  • Definitely
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My own inimitable embellishments from a very old spiritual story, of probably a few hundred years. Author unknown, but the words and style are all my own. So is the embellishments.

© 2015 manatita44

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18 comments

Smilealot 13 months ago

Manatita...Thank you so much for the dedication, it is much appreciated. Another inspirational story very well told. Undoubtedly our greatest joy comes from caring and giving to others, yet we always seem to deny this to ourselves. We often assume that our nature is to constantly acquire more, with an accompanying belief that the more we accumulate the happier we will be. I don't think it is wrong to have possessions or want to acquire them per se, but in doing so we often get distracted from the truer joy of helping and serving others. I think you have conveyed this message wonderfully here with your story:-))


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Surabhi Kaura 13 months ago from Toronto, Canada

And... so am I in full Joy and Delight after reading your marvellous token of wisdom. Aauch! he he. Carry on your bliss, Manatita.

“Blessed are the pure in Heart, for they shall see God" - quintessence! Much respect.


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manatita44 13 months ago from london Author

Yes, yes, Bro. You're so right! The problem is not the thing, but the attachment to it. Again, exposure can make us weaker, a bit like walking into a party with good intentions, but then comes the drink, the women, encouragement from friends ...we stumble long before we reach home.

Again, give me four years of power, and it's not so bad, but give me eight, twelve ...I become a despot.

Thank you for your quick visit, Bro. Much appreciated. Much Love.


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manatita44 13 months ago from london Author

He he Surabhi. Your Heart is full!

Much Love, much .....


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always exploring 13 months ago from Southern Illinois

This is a beautiful story and very wise indeed.


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manatita44 13 months ago from london Author

Hi Ruby, Greetings!

All's good? So happy to see you here and for your heartfelt sentiments. Perhaps I'm good at this! Chuckle. Lots of Love and many hugs.


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billybuc 13 months ago from Olympia, WA

I don't think it's a coincidence that you give dedications to many writers I follow. We hang with some good people here at HP. Giving...caring...our higher calling as human beings. :)


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Jodah 13 months ago from Queensland Australia

A wonderful and well written story here Manatita...truly a parable with a very important message. Thank you.


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word55 13 months ago from Chicago

Very interesting dedication. This story should make anybody feel good about it.


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manatita44 13 months ago from london Author

Indeed, Bill,

Serving for the Higher Cause. Thank you so much! In Love and Light.

Jodah, I thank you.

It is still a custom or customary to teach this way. It is just that one has to run into the Sage to find these thoughts in abundance. Jai Lord!

Hi Al, Thank you so much, Bro. Best wishes with the music.

Note: I will send you a manuscript of the book.


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swalia 13 months ago

My ex-boss told me the scorpion story when I was quite upset due to an ongoing cold war with a colleague. I am reminded of it every time I feel someone is unkind to me.

The other story of the thief was a new one to me and very inspiring indeed. Beautifully narrated with a spiritual message!

I loved the lines by Sri Chinmoy and am intrigued to read more about him and his works.


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manatita44 13 months ago from london Author

Thanks Swalia.

The second story is pretty vague in my mind, but it exists also, with different variations, as one might expect. My writing on both is very original and full of embellishments. But the Holy man and The Scorpion is so 'cool' that it's easier to remember.

So you use that story? Great!!


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MizBejabbers 13 months ago

So beautiful and inspiring, Manatita. The story of the thief and the old man was most inspiring. I'd heard a variation of the scorpion story. Most of us are going to have to live a few more lives to endure that repeated scorpion sting, but we probably feel it all the time from other humans. That is our nature.

I think we all enjoy our dedications to us so very much. That is beautiful.

Love and light,

Miz B


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manatita44 13 months ago from london Author

Thank you, Miz. Thank you.

I appreciate this. The scorpion story tells me that we cannot change the world, that people will be what they are, good, bad or indifferent. Knowing this helps us to live a life of self-acceptance and Surrender. This is one take on this.

Very sweet thing to say. Loving appreciations.


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aviannovice 13 months ago from Stillwater, OK

Yes, it always pays to be good. If you are cut you will bleed, but you will heal. While you heal, you see what someone else would have to go through. You pick up glass so that someone else will not be cut. Sometimes you are cut as a result, but rewards do follow for pain. My biggest reward is the fact that people learn from the errors of their ways.


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manatita44 13 months ago from london Author

Quite so, quite so, my Friend. The shadows are wonderful teachers. Thank you and wishing you a very pleasant Sunday.


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bravewarrior 13 months ago from Central Florida

Manatita, this is a wonderful story with a very strong morale to it. This must be exactly how it feels for those who decide to make their life path one of following the Lord unabashedly and with conviction.


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manatita44 13 months ago from london Author

Yes, yes, my Friend. It is a beautiful Path with much responsibility. Lots of Love.

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