- Each person may only eat one fruit a day.
The custom was obeyed for many generations, and the ecology of the place was preserved. Since the remaining fruit supplied seeds, other trees appeared. Soon, the entire region was turned into fertile soil, which was the envy of other towns.
But the people continued to eat one fruit a day – they remained faithful to what the ancient prophet of their forefathers had told them. However they never allowed the inhabitants of other villages to take advantage of the abundant harvest with which they were rewarded each year.
The result was that fruit rotted on the ground.
God called a new prophet and said:
- Let them eat as much fruit as they like. And ask them to share the abundance with their neighbors.
The prophet came to the town with the new message. But he was stoned – for by now the custom was ingrained in the hearts and minds of each of the inhabitants.
With time, the younger villagers began to question the barbaric old custom. But, since the tradition of the elders was unbending, they decided to abandon the religion. Thus, they could eat as much fruit as they wished, and give the rest to those in need of food.
The only people who remained faithful to the local church, were those who considered themselves saints. But in truth they were unable to see how the world changes, and recognize how one must change with it.
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its such a simple thing and the so called best creatures made by god doesn’t understand it..thanks for sharing this message
it’s true;;
thanks for sharing this story..
wonderful
love it :)
thank you – again
Tradition starts with change.
In order to start a new tradition, one must change.
a nice story but changes are also the same people whos soul have grown and whos life was always an adventure because they not only welcome the changes but also the defeats and pain
the story makes us remembr of the illness which is inside us, the unfair things we do for the sake of rituals n customs…
SI. SONO DACCORDO MA… è l’ albero che porta i frutti e non produrrà mai frutti di qualità se non è abbastanza radicato nella terra. I frutti dipendono ANCHE dall’ albero. Per quello il mistico ricerca una simbiosi con la tradizione e ritrova in se una via nuova, per arrichire il suo percorso spirituale. Ecco la mia opinione sulla questione. Ciao ;) Muita luz,
Cris
The Natural Way is bleeding.
Our lungs are being removed daily from our forests and replaced by Co2, Our mountains depleted of H2o.
Suddenly, the view of the ‘Snows of ‘KIL I MAN J ARO’ would make Ernest turn in his grave and that is what is happening.
Thank you for that message.
With Love
Marie-Christine
I would like to see that one day the tree will blow again on this earth… this is what I was born for. Sending you Love and Light, Cris
I love the message in this story. No matter how much time passes this story will forever be understood
x
…vivo rodeado de santos…;)
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