One night, at 11:30 p.m., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The MN took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab.
One rich man owned 19 horses when he died. In his last will and teastament he had written that upon his death, half the horses he owned should go to his only son; one fourth to the village temple and one fifth to the faithful servant.The village elders could not stop scratching their heads. How can they give half of the 19 horses to the son? You cannot cut up a horse. They puzzled over this dilemma for more than two weeks and then decided to send for a wise man who was living in a neighbouring village.
Must one turn to a recluse to meditate? Must one give up worldly possessions and ties to unite with the Supreme Being? Must we turn away from all pleasures only because they `delude (?)' us from our avowed path of Godliness? The answer is NO! Meditation does not translate into conscious reclusion. Uniting with the Supreme Power is not about severing our worldly ties, neither is it about pursuing austerity merely for the sake of it. Meditation is not about getting into a trance and being `unconscious' about immediate surroundings.