A LEGENDby Ann Frazier West on 10/14/14
I'm going to veer a little from the topic of the last post to share a piece that emerged this week from a dark hole in my filing system. It has long been a favorite of mine and one that I've taken out to read when I need to be reminded of its very important message.
There is an old legend of the Middle Ages. It seems that a citizen was arrested by one of the barons and shut up in a dungeon in his castle. He was taken down dark stairs, down, down, down by a ferocious looking jailer who carried a great key a foot long. The door of the cell was opened and he was thrust into a dark hole. The door shut with a bang, and there he was.
He lay in the dark dungeon for twenty years. Each day the jailer would come, the big door would be opened with a great creaking and groaning, a pitcher of water and a loaf of bread would be thrust in and the door closed again.
Well . . . after twenty years, the prisoner decided that he could not stand it any longer. He wanted to die, but he did not want to commit suicide, so he decided that the next day when the jailer came he would attack him. The jailer would then kill him in self-defense and thus his misery would be at an end. He thought he would examine the door carefully so as to be ready for tomorrow and, going over, he caught the handle and turned it. To his amazement, the door opened, and upon investigation he found that there was no lock upon it and never had been, and that for all those twenty years he had not been locked in, except in belief.
At any time in that period he could have opened the door if only he had known it. He thought it was locked, but it was not. He groped along the corridor and felt his way upstairs. At the top of the stairs two soldiers were chatting, and they made no attempt to stop him. He crossed the great yard without attracting attention. There was an armed guard on the drawbridge at the great gate, but he paid no attention to him, and he walked out - a free man!
He went home unmolested and lived happily every after. He could have don't this any time through those long years since his arrest if he had known enough, but he did not. He was a captive, not of stone and iron, but of false belief. He was not locked in; he only thought he was. Of course this is only a legend, but we are all living in some kind of prison, some in a prison of lack, some in a prison of remorse and resentment, some in a prison of blind, unintelligent fear, some in a prison of sickness. But always the prison is in our thought and not in the nature of things.
There is no truth in our seeming troubles. There is no reality in lack. There is no power in time or conditions to make us old or tired or sick. "You are not locked in a prison of circumstances. "
"You are not chained in any dungeon. Turn the handle, walk out, be FREE!"
Build a mental equivalent of freedom, of vibrant physical health, of true prosperity, of increasing understanding and achievement.
~ Author Unknown