Whose Faults?
As offense and defense clashed, one
aspirant who had been a seeker longer than the others, reached into his
chest pocket for a small wallet which contained some pressed rose petals. The rose petals
symbolized the vow of love he'd made during his initiation into specific techniques for
attaining higher consciousness. He clutched the little wallet with intensity. His  fingers turned white from the pressure of
his grip. He smiled and gazed at each person in the group with concern and love. Unlike
some of the persuasive critics, he was not an extroverted talker. He took a deep breath
and spoke up. He had to repeat the name of the main dissenter several times to get his
attention. When all the students turned to him in surprise, he smiled at them and said,
"Well, we've talked about the faults of others. Now let us talk about our faults."Holding his rose petals
he confessed a big inadequacy he found in his own character. Others slowly joined in,
sincerely opening their hearts. Eventually, the main denouncer capitulated and was able to
think up a few faults that he might have too.
While it would be pleasing to report this...
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