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Chapter 1: Truth Is the Greatest Offender

After many years, one day he was sitting outside a hotel, begging. It was hot summer and he wanted enough money to purchase a pair of shoes - secondhand of course - because the earth was almost like fire and to walk without shoes was becoming impossible. He had wounds on his feet, and he was crying out for just a few coins. At that very moment a golden chariot stopped before the hotel and a man descended. The man said, “Your father has called you back. He is very old and dying, and he wants you to be his successor.”

In a single split second the beggar disappeared. The man was totally different; you could see it in his face, his eyes.the clothes were of the beggar still, but the man was totally different. A crowd gathered - the same crowd before whom he had been spreading his hands for a few coins - and they all started showing great friendship. But he was not even paying attention to them. He went up to the chariot, sat in the chariot and told the man who had come to get him, “First take me to a beautiful place where I can have a good bath, find clothes worthy of me, shoes, ornaments.because I can go before the king only as a prince.”

He came home, and he came as a prince. He said to his father, “Just one thing I want to ask: Why did I have to be a beggar for so many years? I had really forgotten.. If you had not called me back, I would have died as a beggar, never remembering that once I was a prince.”

The father said, “This is what my father did to me. It was not done to harm you, but to give you the experience of the extremes of life - the beggar and the king. And between these two, everybody exists.

“That day I told you to forget that you were a prince; now I want you to remember that being a prince or being a beggar are just identities given by others. It is not your reality, it is not you - neither the king, nor the beggar. And the moment you realize that you are not what the world thinks of you, that you are not what you appear to be, but you are something so deeply hidden in yourself that, except for you, nobody else can see you - then a man becomes wise. Knowing it, wisdom follows.

“I was angry with my father and I know you must have been angry with me. But forgive me, I had to do it to make it clear to you: don’t get identified with being a king, don’t get identified with being a beggar, because in a split second these identities can be changed. And that which can be changed is not you. You are something eternal, something unchangeable.”

People have gone far away from their reality, and to remind them of their reality hurts them. Their treatment of me is nothing but an expression of their wounded heart. They don’t want to see those wounds; they don’t want to be reminded of anything else which they have tried so hard to forget, to forgive. Somehow they have managed a certain identity in the world.and here comes a man who shatters it completely.

It is natural they should be angry with me. It is natural they will stone me. It is natural they will do everything that they have always done with people like me. That does not mean that you have to lose hope, that you have to become pessimistic, that you have to stop even talking about me. That way you are not helping them, and that way you are not helping yourself either.

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