Once whilst traveling through Northern India in 2000, I took a personal
vow to recognize that all people are equal and that my thoughts,
words and deeds should reflect this. Whilst traveling in the lowest
class sections of trains I had been reading An
Autobiography: The Story of My Experiments with Truth by
Mohandas K. Gandhi. (Often called Mahatma Gandhi) It was the beginning
of a journey which was to show me that the so-called poorest of
the poor are often the wealthiest in terms of happiness.
I have really struggled with this vow that all are
equal ever since. I’ve found that whilst my intellect and
ability to reason were able to grasp the fact that all people are
equal at the very core of their being (their soul), this was not
the solid bedrock on which to alter years of wrong thinking and
bad habits that continually caused me to look up to or down on people.
The foundation stone I needed I only found through
my ever-growing desire to know and love that which has created all
people equally and loves all people equally. That desire to know
my maker has slowly brought me a life of near permanent happiness
and contentedness. That doesn’t mean I have an easy life,
as the storms of trials and tribulations rage around me at times
like everyone else; but real happiness comes from within and when
we are established in that nothing can ever disturb our peace.
But that inner happiness would be worthless if it
did not also feed in our hearts a strong love for all our brothers
and sisters in the world and a desire to help them find real peace,
happiness and a relief from their suffering. In our world four billion
people are estimated to live in material poverty, and a great number
who have everything they need; live in spiritual poverty.
One practical way my desire and prayers to help
my brothers and sisters has been answered is through the book
Shanti the Grass-eating Lion.
I had seen a documentary on the Middle East that
had disturbed my conscience. In the documentary two families from
two so-called different peoples had each been teaching their children
to hate others who lived differently from them. Teaching children
to hate other people because they come from a different cultural
heritage or speak a different language or hold a different faith
is very unwise. It is a form of ignorance that keeps generations
locked in hatred and bitterness that costs them happiness and brings
them guaranteed suffering. I thought at the time, I must do something
to help the youngsters learn to look for what they have in common
with people rather than any differences. It was for this need that
I made a prayer to my beloved maker.
At the same time I had been following the trials
and tribulations of a brother of mine, Korak Day, in all the beautiful
things that he did for the world’s underprivileged and unloved.
Korak had been a dear friend for many years ever since we met in
Mother
Teresa’s home for the destitute and dying. A constant
companion in this work was always the need for money, as we never
knew from where we could get it – the creation of schools
and homes for the underprivileged don’t come freely; they
have to be paid for. It was in response to this that I used to pray
to my beloved Creator to help me to help Korak with his work.
Korak has also had an amazing life, throughout which
he has learnt a great deal and acquired much wisdom. I wanted to
help him share some of his lessons with the world as I knew in my
heart it could do much good.
When the book first came to me I was working as
a nursing assistant in an acute psychiatric ward in South East England.
I used to work night shifts and I had to catch a train to work.
It was my habit to meditate on the train journey so as to calm and
focus my thoughts and energise myself for the work, which at times
could be quite demanding. Then one night as I closed my eyes ready
to enter the silent-joy-filled-temple within I found the way blocked
and my mind started receiving Shanti the Grass Eating Lion.
It kept coming even whilst I took the forty-five minute walk to
the hospital from the train station.
When I got to work, even though everything had been
hectic there over the last couple of weeks, for some reason that
night all the patients went to bed early and the ward was quiet.
When it was quiet like that my supervisors didn’t mind me
using the computer and over four or five hours I typed the skeleton
of the story.
But that was only the beginning of the journey;
since then much has been added on to the story, all from the same
source. For instance, a brother mentioned that William Shakespeare
had said that in order for a literary work to be really great it
needs humour. Then the character Manik the clown-like-rat was dropped
into my head.
In all it took a couple of years to write the book
as, like all journeys of the soul, nothing truly worthwhile in life
is ever easy to achieve. The book had to be earned through struggling,
hard work and sacrifices.
Later I came to the illustrations. I couldn’t
find an illustrator to do it. I knew that a good picture tells a
thousand words and the only artist I knew who had the skill did
not have the time to invest the loving effort required. Rather than
getting disheartened about it, I have long had the habit of doing
everything I can and leaving the rest to the Creator. I thought,
Well, since I can’t find anyone, I’ll have a go myself.
As a kiddie I was apparently alright at drawing
and painting so I had a go and to my surprise my first drawing turned
out a lot better than I could have imagined. The next one after
that was even better. The third involved using a new technique and
sharpening the pencils. The rest many tell me look like photographs
and they speak the thousand words they are meant to.
So to be truthful, I am not the author of this book,
but merely its delivery man and guardian.
So my message to people is, if you want to do something
that is worthwhile for our world and your Creator; make your prayers,
follow your heart, get stuck in, don’t look backwards, or
sideways, just straight ahead; and always follow the sage principle,
‘Nothing once begun should be abandoned unless it is proved
morally wrong.’
Notes on the book:
The Grass-eating Lion is nothing new under the sun.
For instance a grass-eating lion was prophesied many centuries ago
in the Bible chapter of Isaiah: 'The wolf and the lamb shall feed
together, and the lion shall eat straw like the bullock...' (Isaiah
65:25)
In terms of Indian culture; in the late 1800s many
people used to come and pay their respects to a great holy man who
used to meditate on the bank of a river. When he had completed his
daily meditation a huge lion would come and walk around him, bow
his head on the great man's feet and leave. When they saw the lion
the people would feel fear but the holy man would assure them that
the lion meant no harm to any of them and had only come to pay his
respects to him.
Chapter 14: Two Small Boy's Try to Feed the Masses
This chapter is based on a real life
event when Paramahansa Yogananda (Famous Indian
renunciate and author of the Indian Spiritual Classic Autobiography
of a Yogi) actually feed the masses as a young boy.
The way this happened is close to what happens in chapter 14.
Chapters 16 & 17: Shanti Counsels
a Troubled Boy & Shanti Counsels Troubled Parents
A champion friend of mine, Margaret Opio,
set up the Blue Balloon Foundation to help people re-engage their
own inner capacity to function with greater well-being and success
in life. She particularly got great results with children and young
people helping them to see through often negative self images that
they had had cast onto them by other people's thoughtlessness and
ignorance. The damage done to a child's self image by others telling
them 'You’re useless, you'll never amount to anything.' is
a common example.
Over dinner one night whilst I was with a
group of friends a strong feeling came into my heart to offer the
Grass-eating lion as a vehicle to spread Margaret's work into more
people's lives. Margaret arrived later that evening and when I suggested
this to her she was up for it. I wrote the chapters 16 and 17 shortly
after this.
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