By Harold Klemp
Generally people think of karma as something bad. They never think of it as possibly something good—for example, the three-year-old child who plays the piano brilliantly.
Sometimes karma isn’t as much what you do; it’s where you are. You happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time because you didn’t know better. When good things happen to you, it’s often just the right time and the right place.
This summer I had my birdseed out in the garage. One evening, I went to refill the feeder. A cardinal, a pretty little red-orange bird, always comes to the bird feeder and makes a racket if I’m late with the evening feed.
That evening it was dark in the garage, and I was in a hurry. I opened the bag of birdseed, stuck my hand in, and fished around with the plastic quart container I use to scoop the seed. Suddenly I felt a mouse running around in the bag, trying to keep away from my hand. It startled both of us.
The mouse jumped out of the bag and ran out of the garage. It had upset me, and I had upset it.
The mouse was having dinner, minding its own business, when suddenly someone turned on the light and came fishing around in its dinner, trying to catch its tail.
I was sorry this had upset the mouse, but I decided that I couldn’t allow it to be running around in the bag of birdseed. So I went to the hardware store to buy a mousetrap.
A Better Way
At the hardware store I looked at mousetraps. They had the kind that I knew as a child—the kind that are very hard on mice. There must be a better way, I thought, so I looked around some more until I found a very clever device called a humane mousetrap.
This mousetrap plays on the mouse’s curiosity.
Out of curiosity, the mouse goes into a tunnel and steps on a little treadle. This treadle sets off a tiny paddle wheel—similar to ones on the back of riverboats. The wheel swipes the mouse into a little shoe box, and there the mouse is supposed to stay until you come and let him go in the great forest.
When I got home, I set the mousetrap on top of the bag of birdseed. The instructions said to wind it up, but not too tightly. When I went into the garage the next day, there was evidence of the mouse’s worry in the bottom of the box. But the mouse had escaped.
Although I had followed the instructions carefully, I hadn’t wound the spring tightly enough. Evidently when the mouse got into the box, he just pushed the paddle back and walked out.
This time I wound the mousetrap really tight. A couple of days later I found more evidence of a mouse having been in the box. But there was still no mouse inside. Finally I figured it out: wind the spring just a couple of turns so it didn’t damage the trap but still kept the mouse inside.
I adjusted it and made sure the little paddle wheel closed up the opening very nicely, then I set it out once more.
In a day or so I finally found the first little mouse. It was sitting in the corner, shaking. I told it, “Better this trap than the other one,” and I carried it out to the forest and let it go. A day later, the mouse’s child came out looking for Mom. So I carried it out to the forest too, and I hope they found each other.
These mice were in the wrong place at the wrong time, but I had the right equipment. We were thus able to both live peacefully. I reclaimed my home, and they found a new one in the great forest.
Cause and Effect
This is cause and effect.
The mouse had been smart for weeks: I’d found seed scattered around the garage, but I couldn’t figure out how it got there. It never occurred to me that there’d be a mouse in my very clean garage. When I found a hole gnawed through the side of the seed bag, I got suspicious. “Somebody’s here who shouldn’t be,” I said. Then the mouse crossed the line, and we ran into each other in the seed bag. I had to figure out a way to take care of the problem. So I got the mousetrap.
I still use a flashlight when I look into the seed bag these days. I won’t stick my hand in that bag of seed again without first looking for a mouse.
Most people are that way. We get into problems or mischief. Then things go wrong in our lives, and we generally go get the problem fixed. We go to some expert, and he helps us. We go to the doctor to get ourselves fixed up; we go to the banker and take out a loan. But unless we can learn what caused that problem in the first place, we’ll probably continue to repeat it again and again until we figure out what’s going on. Then we can finally get it right.
Adapted from What Is Spiritual Freedom? Mahanta Transcripts, Book 11, by Harold Klemp
Merci Whaz pour cette merveilleuse leçon
Sri Harold I love how you can take ordinary situations and bring out a spiritual lesson from it
A very nice approach and use of kind resolve. Things are often in our face until we face them.
Wow!
Golden wisdom from the golden heart!
Que les bénédictions soient
My wife doesn’t believe in reincarnation. And we are dog and cat owners.
We once had a very beautiful standard malamute named Shadow. She translated in earlier fall. Shadow had ‘food aggression’, she would sit nearby and watch you eat if allowed. She loved to have you pet on her underbelly. She’ll drop to ground and roll over for you to reach her underbelly. She loves it. Shadow was the most well manner dog I ever had, and intelligent.
Family grieved of Shadow passing, I held my wife tightly and told her, “Shadow may come back, if she chose too. And we will welcome her”.
The following year, late in summer, our son-in-law came across 4 stranded kittens (very young, maybe 1 week old). Out of love for life, we took in the kittens to help them along. Plans were to offer them to other family when able.
I will spare the many details of health issues, vet visits, but in the end only 2 servived. And other families did not want the 2 kittens. We kept them and now have a total of 4 cats, the others are about a year or two older.
One special kitten (both are special really) named Monkey has an obsession for food. She will watch and wait for food offerings. Monkey loves to held like a baby and have you pet her underbelly. Monkey is a very smart kitten.
As I points out many other very similar traits, between Shadow and Monkey, my wife will agree with me. In fact we will start chatting of many other stories of Shadow, Shadow was dearly loved.
As soon as I say, “Monkey may be reincarnation of Shadow”, my wife doesn’t argue with me. She goes silent.
Oh, forgot to mention. In our house, both Shadow and Monkey, were considered ‘Mom’s Pet’.
Loved how you used love to resolve the situation! ❤