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"I have a serious problem. I need thirty thousand dollars for my business. My
bills are overdue. My credit rating is low. I have no one to help me," I told
him with shame.
"Your problem is a simple one," Punit said.
"You don’t know the magnitude of my problem. I don’t have any money or
property." I protested.
"The solution is within you," he said.
"You have no idea about the gravity of the reality." I began to distrust him.
"You are not able to solve your problem, because you think you alone can
solve it," he observed.
"Do you want me to hire a financial consultant? These consultants are
expensive and think their clients are stupid," I said to him.
"You don’t have a financial problem; you have only an inner problem," he
said.
"Do you suggest that I meet a psychiatrist?" I was appalled.
"No. Your mind created your problem. Trying to think and solve it is like
fighting your right hand with your left hand," he said.
"Is my intelligence useless?" I asked.
"You know the results of your intelligence. You will suffer as long as you
want to do everything by yourself with your mind," he said.
"Why do you insult the mind?" I asked.
He said calmly, "No. The mind is a great instrument. But, it has its own
problems like everything else. It is conditioned to seek support only from known
things, known people and known methods. Don’t rely on your mind."
"Then what do I do?" I asked.
"There is nothing to do. You have everything to undo. Real progress will be
made when you undo your past," Punit said.
"Past is past," I reminded him.
"We think about the past, act in the present and imagine about the future.
The new consciousness doesn’t have time constraints. It can act in the past,
present and future," he said.
"It’s difficult to believe," I said.
"That is the problem with the mind," he said.
"What can I do now?" I was anxious.
His reply was short. "Dig, throw."
"Sorry?" I asked.
"You already have a portion of the new consciousness in you. Every human
being has it," he said.
"I do?" I did not believe him.
"Yes. It is in the middle of your chest," Punit asserted.
I looked down into my chest and said sarcastically, "Excuse me; I see only my
shirt buttons."
My defiance did not deter him.
"It is there even if it is invisible," Punit said.
"How can I recognize it? Does it have a big head or a long tail?" I asked him
with a smile.
He showed his thumb. "It is a little flame of burning white fire. It’s of the
size of a thumb."
"But I don’t see it," I told him.
"It is there, whether you believe it or not, see it or not," he said and
asked, "Do you really want to solve your problem?"
"Yes. Yes. Yes." I thundered.
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