Historias Misticas para Conquistar a Felicidade

Histórias Místicas para Conquistar a Felicidade Vernon Howard Histórias Místicas para Conquistar a Felicidade

Resolva o mistério de si mesmo — e resolva todo o resto!

You may enjoy a mystery story, but no one likes bewilderment toward his own life. Lack of self-knowledge causes discomfort. But that happily means that by winning self-insight you also win self-ease.

A detective on a police force might have to travel thousands of miles to collect clues to solve a case. You have it much easier. You can stay where you always are — at home with yourself — and solve life. You are both the mystery and the detective who finally explains the mystery.

You discover who you really are by first understanding who you are not. You are not your collected opinions, beliefs, habits, experiences, defeats, pains. You are a timeless Spiritual Self, which you will discover for yourself with lasting delight.

All your questions about life will be answered. Here are examples:

“People seek but never find happiness. Exactly what is happiness?” “For one thing, it is to not do what evil people try to trick you into doing.” “Are women at the mercy of men?” “A true and spiritually awake woman has absolute authority over a wrong and spiritually asleep man.” “Truth seems so hard on people, as if they have nothing good. What about the virtue of gratitude?” “When a man expresses his gratitude he is merely announcing his availability for more gifts.” Each story contains many valuable spiritual lessons for your inner-development. So when reading, be aware of your mental and emotional reactions to anything you read. Keep paper and pencil handy and write down these special impressions. You will sight all kinds of interesting responses. Some will feel cheery and encouraging, others will make you nod with agreement, and still others will arouse your curiosity. Write down your reactions and insights in a single sentence. Number them. Here is how your list might start:

1. Safety resides in a place higher than my present level, so I will seek the higher.

2. Negative thoughts are self-damaging, while spiritual thoughts are self-healing.

3. Friends may pretend to care for me, but Truth alone is really loving.

Read each story several times. Continue to add to your information. Every once in awhile do nothing but slowly read and think about your list of discoveries. You will see them more and more turn into accurate and kindly guides for your personal daily life.

Anyone living in Spiritual Reality has no fear of evil spirits or evil human beings — which are the same thing. Inner invisible wickedness, which controls the person, explodes hatefully outward to cause fear, heartache, violence, crime. But there is nothing at all scary or mysterious about evil — not when you really understand it.

These stories supply the light of insight, which no darkness can enter. Now you are safe — now and forever.

Using Mystery Stories for Winning Happiness is an entirely new method. It combines the natural human love for a mystery with the deep human yearning for self-newness. It makes self-development a lot of fun. So cheerfully begin to investigate life’s mysteries. The solutions are just ahead.

FESTA À FANTASIA

The immense room was noisily alive with the masquerade party. The costumes were colorful. Robin Hood saw the Princess approaching him. Her face was worried. He loved the full year that she had been his girl friend. The Princess was pretty and energetic.

“An evil spirit is here tonight,” she softly informed. “It’s masquerading as one of the guests. It’s whispering sly suggestions into people’s minds that they will have accidents. It’s working. A few minutes ago a man was struck by a car in the parking lot. Earlier, a woman was hurt in a fall.” Robin Hood squeezed her hand and smiled tolerantly. Her interest in demonology amused him. But sometimes he wondered why it attracted her.

“It could be Jack the Ripper,” she stated as she glanced around at the whirling dancers. “Or maybe Dracula or Frankenstein.” Coming closer she lowered her voice. “It gains control over people by fiendish repetition. It whispers accident, accident, accident so often they feel compelled to obey its sinister suggestion. So they walk right into what they fear — an accident.” Later, Robin Hood was standing alone, watching his own thoughts with curiosity. He smiled as he caught himself searching the crowd for the three suspects. He asked himself, “Which one is possessed by an evil spirit whose dark scheme is to cause an accident, accident, accident?” Wandering around, he located and studied Jack the Ripper, Dracula and Frankenstein. Standing close to each he tried to feel their psychic radiations. A faint suspicion arose in his mind.

He thought it would please the princess to hear about his detective work. He walked along the edge of the hall, his mind heavy with thought. Several waiters approached, carrying a large table on their shoulders. He saw something slip, felt a hard blow on his head. As his mind faded out he glimpsed the Princess hurrying anxiously toward him.… In the ambulance on the way to the hospital his mind cleared. A flash of insight entered. There was an evil spirit at the party, and he saw its cunning. It had stolen her heart. She had found a new love. That’s why the evil spirit possessed and acted thru the beautiful Princess.

A OPORTUNIDADE

The classroom was crowded with Truth-students of all ages. They listened with great interest as the Teacher discussed the need to become aware of unconscious wrongness inside. He remarked, “It’s what we don’t see that hurts.” As the lecture ended the students reacted with understanding and appreciation.

“I will now take a few questions,” the Teacher invited. “Who will start?” A middle-aged man raised his hand. “Sir, you said that everyone has a chance. What does that mean?” “Would you like a chance?” asked the Teacher.

“Yes, I want it more than anything else.” “You can have that chance. Please stand.” Nervously, the man stood up.

“I wish to ask you a very simple question,” the Teacher explained. “Do you have concealed evil inside you? Yes or no?” The man showed shock. “Well … I’d have to think about it.” “My question is,” the Teacher persisted, “do you have concealed evil inside you? Yes or no?” “I’m.…” the man hesitated. “I’m not sure how to answer that.” “I will ask the question once more,” said the Teacher. “Do you have concealed evil inside you? Yes or no?” The man shifted uncomfortably and protested, “But that’s such a strange question.” “For the fourth time I will ask you the same question. Do you have concealed evil inside you? Yes or no?” “Yes.” “There!” exclaimed the Teacher. “Now you have a chance!”

PEGUE O DIABO

The storm outside only made her more painfully aware of her own emotional storm. Glancing at her watch she thought, “Time to leave. I must find out.” Driving slowly thru the rain, she reviewed everything. Tired of the emptiness in ordinary religion, she had started upon her own spiritual quest. She felt close to an important breakthru, but needed an answer to one vital question. She repeated, “I must find out.” As she parked in front of the building she felt nervous over meeting the Teacher. But when seated opposite him a few minutes later she felt relieved. That was because he was pleasantly relaxed. He invited her to begin.

“Please,” she said. “I must know something. It’s a missing piece in my personal puzzle.” “Please ask your question,” he urged.

“Does the devil exist or not?” “He exists as a temporary idea but not as a permanent Reality. I’ll explain. When you think of the devil, what do you really have? Only a thought. Now, if it remained only a simple idea no harm could come to an individual. But the idea of a devil gets wrongly mixed up with self-reference, fearful imagination, a hypnotic attraction to danger, and other harmful states. So now the careless person is taken over and controlled by this directionless mass of wild energy which is called the devil. This is the cause of all human violence and suffering.” She asked, “If there was no devil in me there could be no devil against me?” “That’s right. The devil can’t exist without you, without your unseen cooperation.” “How can I stop creating the devil?” “Catch him in the act of trying to move into your inner home, as when he tries to enter with anger or gloom. Your awareness gives him no place to live and grow. All this will be explained in detail in our classes which start soon. Meanwhile, practice.…” She did. Later that day she went grocery shopping. A glass jar accidentally fell off a shelf and smashed at her feet. She was about to react with guilt and irritation, when she suddenly remembered. She watched the devil trying to take her over, which prevented it.

“Devil — I’ve caught you!” she exclaimed.

She knew she had made a sensational spiritual breakthru.

OS TURISTAS

As the bus entered the downtown parking lot the Tour Guide spoke into the microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen, we hope you are enjoying this tour, to which you were sent a special invitation. We are about to make a final visit.” The Guide escorted the forty passengers into a busy government building, then to one of its rooms. “It’s a courtroom!” a woman squealed, while the others expressed surprise and delight. They settled quickly into the seats. A door opened and the front of the room was soon occupied by a judge, jury, lawyers, clerks. A deputy sheriff stood to one side with folded arms.

A nervous male defendant stood up and faced the judge. “You have been found guilty of invisible crimes,” the judge declared. “Your weakness taught weakness to your children, your cruelty tormented your wife, your constant anger made others believe that anger is a good and necessary reaction. Your sentence is to be pained by your own evil spirits until you permit Truth to make you a sane and good human being. You may leave.” A murmur arose from the astonished tourists. Someone whispered, “Punishment for invisible crimes? Who started that?” A woman with a worried face next stood before the judge. He stated, “You are guilty of the invisible crimes of vicious complaint and cruel sarcasm, which lowered the happiness-level of everyone on earth. You are sentenced to suffer from your own devilish nature until allowing Truth to save you from yourself. You may go.” The judge handed down several more sentences for the invisible crimes of revenge and hypocrisy, then called for a recess. The Guide instructed the passengers, “Please return to the bus.” As the bus rolled forward the Guide spoke into the microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen, you have just witnessed a stage performance in a theater, with professional actors.” The passengers gasped, some with laughter, others with relief. A man shouted, “Thank heaven it was only a show. Keep me out of a court where you can be punished for wrong thoughts!” The Guide told them, “People are punished for their evil thoughts, but few realize it. Everyone has an inner courtroom — judge, defendant, verdict, punishment. A man’s punishment is to live with his own hideous nature. Truth will rescue him from himself — upon sincere request.” A passenger asked, “Why did we receive invitations to the tour?” “Someone thought you should take it.”

A ESTÁTUA

He looked up as his secretary entered the office, set some papers on his desk, and hesitated.

“You have something on your mind,” he pleasantly told her. “Please sit down.” Shyly and gratefully she did so. “Sometimes,” she started, “I see you standing alone near the west fence. You seem to be studying something in the city park across the street. Maybe you’re just relaxing a bit by watching the games and the picnics. I hope I’m not intruding.…” “Not at all,” he put her at ease. “Like to solve the mystery of the studious boss? Come along with me. We have a few minutes before lunch.” They were soon in a position next to the company fence which gave a clear view of the park across the street.

“See that statue?” he asked.

The girl observed a statue of a famous hero of history. It was tall, solid, impressive. The face was strong and decisive.

“I come here often to take a good look at it,” he told her. “It serves as a useful reminder.” “Reminder?” the girl wondered.

“Of the total insanity of society,” he explained. “That madman kept millions in terror and bankrupted a nation. Now he’s a hero to his very victims. There should be a sign on it that reads Statue to a Psychopath.” The girl replied, “I’ve suspected that sinister fact for a long time. I’m relieved to hear someone come right out and say it. I understand why you must come here alone.” He nodded. “You bring these horrors out into the open and the demon-worshippers will tear you apart. Maniacs love maniacs.” They watched as a man stepped in front of the statue. He looked up in admiration, saluted and walked away.

As they turned to leave he sighed and said, “Do you know where that man is heading? Straight for the lunatic asylum. But it will be disguised as something else. The lunatic asylum will be called a business office or a social club … or a happy home.”

MONTANHA DE ORAÇÃO

Seated at his desk, the reporter studied the large photograph of the mountain. Called Prayer Mountain, it was located in a distant country. Millions of worshippers from around the world visited it yearly to kneel at its base and pray upward to its peak.

“Strange,” the reporter thought to himself. “Millions pray for peace but war comes. They request happiness and get misery. I’m going to investigate this puzzling contradiction.” It was a swift flight which soon brought him to the base of Prayer Mountain. Passing thru the thousands of worshippers, he began to climb toward the peak, which he finally reached.

Then he saw it. A tall robed figure, his back turned, stood with arms upraised over the worshippers below. Then, as if sensing the reporter’s presence, the figure slowly turned and lowered his arms.

The reporter gasped.

It was the devil! He stood there with a mocking smile. His eyes burned darkly.

“So now you know,” said the devil in a strangely low voice. “Now you know who they are really worshipping. Me!” The reporter said, “And I know why they pray for peace and go to war.” The devil waved downward in contempt for the worshippers. “Those cowardly hypocrites — they get all the horrors they ask for. I answer their prayers. I know what they really want. They don’t want peace and goodness. They want me. It’s me they really love. They pray to their own sickness, calling it heaven!” The reporter nodded. “There’s no other answer to the terrors on this earth. Human beings have gladly placed themselves under the curse of their own ignorance and stupidity. You trick them into walking in darkness while calling it light.” The reporter paused, then added, “But aren’t you afraid that I’ll expose you?” The devil’s mouth twisted with laughter. “You think those praying sheep down there will believe you? I’ve fooled them for centuries. Nothing will change. I know my own.” “But a few may listen.” That shook the devil. Shocked, he stopped laughing. “The few,” he muttered, staring at the ground. “That is what I always fear — the few who will listen and awaken.…“ As the reporter returned to the base of the mountain he passed a group of worshippers who had just arrived. They were fighting over who would get to pray first.

O VISLUMBRE

Seated on his black throne in hell, the devil glared angrily down at the three trembling demons before him.

“A year ago,” said the devil, suppressing his rage, “I sent you up to earth to destroy a particularly dangerous enemy. Well, he’s still healthy and active. Thousands have heard him expose my tricks, and I don’t like being unmasked.” The devil tapped his throne with his forefinger. “You’d better have a good explanation for your failure.” The first demon quivered. “Please, your Satanic Majesty, we tried everything to lure him over to our side. We used the popular bribes of wealth and power and fame. He just ignored us and went back to reading his truth-books.” The devil scowled. “Amateurs, all three of you.” The second demon raised his hands, palms upward, in a pleading gesture. “For six solid months we concentrated on trying to make him hard and bitter over the cruel treatment he had received as a child. But he refused to fall into hatred and self-pity.” The devil’s manner was contemptuous. “You spent all that time — and he’s still up there showing people how to escape our clutches.” The third demon was politely defensive. “Please don’t blame us. We even offered him a series of exciting mental movies in which he was the world’s greatest lover or athlete or whatever he wished to be. To show his gratitude he tossed out both the movies and us.” Shaking his head, the devil spoke with quiet fierceness. “I sent idiots to do the work of demons.” The devil’s mood suddenly changed. He leaned back on his throne in silent resignation. The three demons peered up anxiously.

Breathing heavily, the devil finally spoke. “Don’t you know the real reason you failed? Don’t you know why you will always fail with that enemy? I’ve been sitting here listening to you, hoping to avoid a certain conclusion which I must now face. The real reason you failed to defeat him is because … because … You can’t make him forget his glimpse of Truth.”

O ESCALADOR

He sat at his office desk on the twentieth floor and admired the Climber some more. The Climber was older than he, and occupied his own office in the company. He knew that the Climber’s brisk manner and prompt decisions would take him to high places in the business world. He wanted to be like him, so he used every chance to be with him, hoping to pick up some of his charm.

Later that day, when returning from lunch, he saw the Climber enter an office on the first floor. His curiosity was aroused. Their company had no business on the first floor. He prepared an excuse for making contact with the Climber, then entered the office, which was unoccupied. But he heard voices thru the next door.

“In exchange for your services to his Satanic Majesty,” a stranger’s voice said, “you will be given great wealth and public authority and respect. But what have you done recently for us?” He heard the Climber reply, “I’ve carried out every order of the devil to cunningly lie and deceive, while outwardly appearing to be a decent man. I assure you I haven’t forgotten the main order to destroy while pretending to build.” His mind refused to absorb what it had heard. Shuddering, he quietly left and returned to his desk. He stared unseeing at the business papers. His mind whirled dizzily with the incredible thought — the Climber is a demon in human form, employed by the devil!

Later that day he had to deliver a report to the Climber, who greeted him with his usual enthusiasm. Not returning the smile, he set the report on the table and quietly looked at the Climber. The Climber appeared baffled, as if sensing that something was wrong but was unwilling to face it.

“Listen!” The Climber’s manner was serious but excited. “Want to go places in this world? Success guaranteed! I need a partner in some very special work I’m doing. I know how much you admire me, so we’ll work well together. Meet me tomorrow morning on the first floor, the office with the red door.” He said quietly, “I was there at twelve-thirty today.” The Climber’s face twisted strangely. His eyes seemed covered with slowly circling dark smoke. “So you know,” he breathed.… When arriving for work the next morning his desk was cleared, except for the notice which discharged him. As he left, the Climber was standing at the exit, a faint smirk flickering around his lips.

“You know,” he said to the Climber as he passed, “you’ve taught me what I don’t want in life. I don’t want misery masquerading as success. It’s nice to be free of you.” The Climber’s smirk faded and he looked lost.

A CORRENTE

The Truth-lecturer had a confident manner and a pleasant face. He began, “In tonight’s study of demonology we will concentrate on one special point. Hatred for Truth acts like a chain that ties the Truth-hater to the Truth-teller. A Truth-hater is possessed by a vicious demon who keeps him reminded of the person or place where he first heard spiritual facts. He can’t stop thinking about it. Sometimes a Truth-hater writes hate letters, which, by the way, my secretary calls nut notes.” The audience smiled.

“This constant contact with Reality is a source of torment to a Truth-hater,” continued the lecturer, “but his domineering demon won’t let him go.” A hand shot up in the audience. It revealed a man whose eyes burned with deep hatred. “How come,” the man demanded, “Truth doesn’t rescue the sufferer from his torment?” “There is no way to get thru to those with whom there is no way to get thru.” The man shook with anger. “If hatred is his torment, why does he cling to it?” “Hatred supplies a strange and fiery pleasure to his egotism. The vibrations make him feel alive and important, but it is false life. His only chance is to let go of his hatred without asking what will replace it. Healing Truth will take its place, but he will know this only by first releasing his demon.” Shaking his head in contempt, the man snarled, “You said that hatred is a chain that ties the hater with the Truth he hates. Give me proof.” “Proof? You yourself are the proof.” “Me? In what way?” “How long have you been attending my lectures?” “For thirty years.”

A LOUCURA NÃO PRECISA DE MOTIVO

Her boss simply called her in and said, “You are young and pretty. My two sons are returning after a long absence. Please allow my older son to escort you to the company party tonight.” She laughed. “Don’t I get a choice?” He smiled back, then grew serious. “I must tell you something. My younger son has been diagnosed as demon-possessed. He appears normal, but his demon flares up suddenly when feeling rejected. Then he attacks and smashes whatever is nearest. We’ll keep an eye on him at the party.” As arranged, the older son picked her up in her country cottage. They chatted pleasantly while riding back to town. She was impressed with his handsome features and good manners. Once he stopped on a lonely road to adjust her seat for comfort. She thought about mentioning his brother but decided against it.

Arriving at the party they were greeted by her boss. Drawing her aside, he pointed out his younger son. “Avoid him,” he warned.

But the unexpected happened. While she was alone for a moment the younger son suddenly appeared, gripped her elbow and breathed, “Don’t resist.” As he forced her outside she glanced anxiously back, hoping they had been seen. But soon they were isolated in a dark garden. “Let me explain my father,” he pleaded, coming closer. She froze with fear.

“That’s enough!” The command shot out of the darkness. Seeing it was her boss, she ran to his side, gasping with relief.

“You stay out of this!” the son shouted, but they were already hurrying back to the party.

She felt safe as the older son started to drive her home. Most of her cold fear had faded. After awhile the car suddenly slowed down. She glanced inquiringly at the man. His face had turned hard and inhuman. The car stopped. Turning slowly he asked, “Why did you reject me from the very start? Just like everyone else, you rejected me. Why?” She trembled with horror. Her hand quietly slid across the door, searching for the handle.

“It’s locked,” he said.

She screamed and threw herself hard against the unyielding door. At that moment the driver’s door flew open and the younger son appeared.

His voice rang out with authority.

“Leave her alone! Stop now.…” Later, she and the younger son were seated in a cafe. He explained, “My father deliberately deceived you by matching you with my brother. My father and brother are equally mad with the same demonic spirit. I didn’t know about my father until tonight. If you wonder why it all happened, it’s very simple. Madness needs no motive for exploding. It explodes just because it’s a bomb.”

O TERRÍVEL SEGREDO

Down at the huge office he was known as the Information Officer. People came to him when wanting to know something about anything. Outside the office he also knew something. He had discovered a terrible secret. It came to him because he possessed a rare power. He had the power to penetrate human hypocrisy and see human beings as the smiling devils that they really are. By long and hard study of human nature he had learned the terrible secret.

On one occasion he was part of a crowd outside a large building when several famous world leaders walked out. They did what he knew they would do. Each slyly glanced around to make sure he was on television, then deliberately acted out various impressive gestures and facial expressions. He knew that several of them had brutally tossed political rivals into jail. Others profited from organized crime. He looked at one of them and thought, “He is a world leader?” Another time his duties required his attendance at a convention of several groups who claimed to be promoting international cooperation. He saw groups sneering at and fighting other groups in an attempt to seize power. One group broke into a rival group’s office and destroyed the records. And, of course, they lied about it to the police. Leaving the convention he asked, “They are making things better?” On a third occasion he attended a holiday picnic at a huge state park. He observed and noted: A drunken, wandering woman cursing with sex words … a fistfight between two city officials … someone screaming his camera had been stolen … vandals carving up a tree … witnesses laughing and enjoying a shocking car accident.

He knew the world was inhabited by demon-possessed human beings. And he knew that this was no mere slanderous figure of speech — that it was a hard and observable fact. They are what they do.

Over the years he had never informed anyone of his terrible secret. He sensed why he had to remain silent, but could not put it into words.

One day the Information Officer was at his desk when the girl across the aisle came over. They liked each other.

She was troubled, but managed a smile. Hesitating briefly she asked, “What’s wrong with this crazy world?” He gasped. Never before had he ever been asked that question. His mind repeated, “What’s wrong with this crazy world?” He reviewed his terrible secret. Then the full horror of it all flooded over him.

No one would ever believe him.

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