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Tuesday, 21 May 2013 18:02


Greetings in the day of Love ...

     And in the New Time ... ALL MUST BE HEALED ... 

     And in my Love ... to support the Healing ... I, Giovanni (John) because my Old Chinese Master ... to honor him and its support on me, I am releasing the book, 'Taoist Teachings ... with the New Symbol of Tao'.

     This is a Teaching ... titled:

A  Taoist Charlatan and a Tao Man.


Mr. Fan had a son named Tzŭ Hua, who succeeded in achieving great fame as an ex­ponent of the black art, and the whole kingdom bowed down before him.

He was in high favour with the Prince of Chin, taking no office but standing on a par with the three Ministers of State. Any one on whom he turned a partial eye was marked out for distinction; while those of whom he spoke unfavourably were forthwith banished.

People thronged his hall in the same way as they went to Court. Tzŭ Hua used to encourage his followers to contend amongst themselves, so that the clever ones were always bullying the slow-witted, and the strong riding rough-shod over the weak.


Though this re­sulted in blows and wounds being dealt before his eyes, he was not in the habit of troubling about it. Day and night, this sort of thing served as an amusement, and practically became a custom in the State.


One day, Ho Shêng and Tzŭ  Po, two of Fan's leading disciples, set off on a journey and, after traversing a stretch of wild country, they put up for the night in the hut of an old peasant named Shang Ch’iu K’ai.

During the night, the two travellers conversed together, speaking of Tzŭ  Hua's reputation and influence, his power over the fortunes of others, and how he could make the rich man poor and the poor man rich. Now, Shang Ch’iu K’ai was living on the border of starvation.  

He had crept round under  the window and overheard this conversation.   Ac­cordingly, he borrowed some provisions and, shouldering his basket, set oil for Tzŭ Hua's establishment.

This man's followers, however, were a worldly set, who wore silken garments and rode in high carriages and stalked about with their noses in the air.  

Seeing that Shang Ch’iu K’ai was advanced in years and deficient in strength, with a weather-beaten face and clothes of no particular cut, they one and all despised him. Soon he became a regular target for their insults and ridicule, being hustled about and slapped on the back and what not.

Shang Ch’iu K’ai, how­ever, never showed the least annoyance, and at last the disciples, having exhausted their wit on him in this way, grew tired of the fun.  

So, by way of a jest, they took the old man with them to the top of a cliff, and the word was passed round that whosoever dared to throw himself over would be rewarded with a hundred ounces of silver.

There was an eager response, and Shang Ch’iu K’ai, in perfect good faith, was the first to leap over the edge. And lo!  he was wafted down to earth like a bird on the wing, not a bone or muscle of his body being hurt.  

Mr. Fan's dis­ciples, regarding this as a lucky chance, were merely surprised, but not yet moved to great wonder. Then they pointed to a bend in the foaming river below, saying: “There is a precious pearl at the bottom of that river, which can be had for the diving.”

Shang Ch’iu K’ai again acted on their suggestion and plunged in. And when he came out, sure enough he held a pearl in his hand.

Then, at last, the whole company began to suspect the truth, and Tzŭ Hua gave orders that an array of costly viands and silken raiment should be prepared ; then suddenly a great fire was kindled round the pile.  

“If you can walk through the midst of these flames,” he said, “you are welcome to keep what you can get of these embroidered stuffs, be it much or little, as a reward.”

Without moving a muscle of his face, Shang Ch’iu K’ai walked straight into the fire, and came back again with his garments unsoiled and his body unsinged.

Mr. Fan and his disciples now realised that he was in possession of Tao, and all began to make their apologies, saying :

“We did not know, Sir, that you had Tao, and were only playing a trick on you. We insulted you, not knowing that you were a divine man. You have exposed our stupidity, our deafness and our blindness. May we venture to ask what the Great Secret is?”

“Secret I have none,” replied Shang Ch’iu K’ai.

“Even in my own mind I have no clue as to the real cause. Nevertheless, there is one point in it all which I must try to explain to you. A short time ago, Sir, two disciples of yours came and put up for the night in my hut. I heard them extolling the power of Mr. Fan, and how he was able to make or mar people's fortunes, making the rich man poor and the poor man rich.

I believed this implicitly, and as the distance was not very great I came hither. Having arrived, I unreservedly accepted as true all the statements made by your disciples, and was only afraid lest the opportunity might never come of putting them triumphantly to the proof.

I knew not what part of space my body occupied, nor yet where danger lurked. My mind was simply One, and material objects thus offered no resistance. That is all.

But now, having discovered that your disciples were deceiving me, my inner man is thrown into a state of doubt and perplexity, while outwardly my senses of sight and hearing re-assert themselves.

When I reflect that I have just had a providential escape from being drowned and burned to death, my heart within me freezes with horror, and my limbs tremble with fear. I shall never again have the courage to go near water or fire.”

From that time forth, when Mr. Fan's disciples happened to meet a beggar or a poor horse-doctor on the road, so far from jeering at him, they would actually dismount and offer him a humble salute.


Tsai Wo heard this story, and told it to Con­fucius. “Is this so strange to you ?” was the reply.


“The man of perfect faith can extend his influence to inanimate things and disembodied spirits ; he can move heaven and earth, and fly to the six cardinal points without encountering any hind­rance.[1]


His powers are not confined to walking in perilous places and passing through water and fire. If Shang Ch’iu K’ai, whose belief was false, found no obstacle in external matter, how much more certainly will that be so when both parties are equally sincere!   Young man, bear this in mind.”


In Shang Ch'iu K'ai's case, though he himself was sincere, his Master Fan, Tzŭ  Hua was merely an impostor.






[1] Compare the familiar passage in the Bible (Matt. 17:20). 




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