Daily Theosophy

Adi saw that ultimately things had gone the best possible way and that future promised to be brighter, very much brighter indeed. More important even was that he saw a larger picture, and that Adi saw that ultimately things had gone the best possible way and that future promised to be brighter, very much brighter indeed. More important even was that he saw a larger picture, and that Shano had long ago laid the cause for becoming a really great soul, and Adi’s main assistant – in the far future. But he had to work out some karmas first – and this life was one of last hurdles before Shano would really make great progress.

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(The Teacher Protected)

But Shano himself knew nothing about these “threads” who work according to the structured ways of Nature, stricter even than the law of gravity or those of electricity and magnetism of which he had learned at school. So nothing of Adi’s vision was in Shano’s mind. And he said to the teacher that he would tell it to the police and to the director of the school. Suddenly the teacher became very nervous, then red, and said: “If you do that, I’ll kill you! – Don’t ever tell this to anyone – it’s our secret.” He added: “I know enough about chemistry to compose something that makes you ‘sleep’ forever.” Shano ran out, jumped on his motorbike, and went straight into the forest and the lake. Taking off his cloths he jumped into the lake to wash his body. His heart was still beating double speed. After this he thought he had better not go home, because his “parents” would certainly inquire how his evening with the teacher had been and what they had done. And Shano never lied. So he waited in the forest until he could be sure his father and stepmother would be asleep. Then he went home, went immediately to his room and tried to sleep. The next morning he did not appear downstairs for breakfast. So after some time he heard the footsteps of his father on the stairs and how he roughly opened the bedroom door: “What’s the matter with you?! Won’t you eat? Mother has made your breakfast and it stands on the table. It is almost time to go to school.” Shano himself never called her “mother,” but his father did so all the time, so he was used to it. He said: “I am ill. I stay in bed. Please call to school that I won’t be coming.” “Well,” said the father, “I don’t know what you have been doing last night, but you came home quite late. We heard you coming. So I think you are just lazy. No dad, I am not lazy, I am sick.” “Okay, I will call the school, but after a while come down and eat your breakfast which your mother took the trouble to make for you.” But Shano didn’t come down, and didn’t take the breakfast. Once she came upstairs and scolded him, but he kept hidden under his bedcovers. He stayed there the whole day, he looked TV with headphones on so that downstairs it could not be heard, and read some book, and when in the evening he heard his father come again he quickly hid the book and played that he slept. In the afternoon on the television he looked at the local news, and there it was reported that a boy of his school who was one year older than he and one grade higher, and who he knew vaguely had committed suicide. They reason for it was not mentioned in the news. Shano, though he hardly knew him, had liked the boy because he seemed always to be very serious and quiet. In the mean time his “mother” had put his food outside his bedroom door, but he had not taken it. When his father came he only said: “Please, let me sleep. I won’t eat today.” Father thought that he might have eaten something at the teachers home that he was not used to, and that Shano’s stomach was upset. His “mother” gave him some stomach pill. He accepted it to avoid further trouble. Of course it did not help. His real “sickness” was that he did not dare to go to school out of fear to meet that teacher (who was, after all, his chemistry teacher, and could not be avoided). Also he feared that some information or at least a suspicion might have reached his schoolmates, and that he would be totally ridiculed. The teacher, in the mean time, had also not been at school, having called the director that he had the flu – but in reality he feared to face Shano, who could have talked. So, without any suspicion both Shano and the teacher were absent for a week, being afraid of each other. After a week Shano decided that he could not stay in his bed for the rest of his life, and thought that the only option was to talk with his father and then see what happened. And so he did. He expected his father to become extremely angry, and tell it to his “mother” and that he might be expelled from home and from school. His father indeed became very angry. But not with Shano, but with the teacher. His father decided that he would immediately go to the director of the school and tell the whole story. “No, no, please,” Shano almost cried. Because he remembered the last words of his teacher very well: “I know enough about chemistry to compose something that makes you ‘sleep’ forever.” – if he would tell it to anyone. Now the director would know, and then the teacher would know, and then … he … Shano … what if the teacher would indeed want to murder him. He would forever live in fear. Everyday at school could be his last day. But it all went different. Father went to the director and told the story. The director was extremely shocked to hear the story, and the father thought that he had real pity with Shano. In reality the director became very afraid for the good name of the school and of himself, and that he might be fired as a director forever. After the director had recomposed himself he said: “I take this very serious. I will discuss it with the staff of the school, and see what measures have to be taken. Now the staff of the school consisted mainly of teachers, and the chemistry teacher was one of them. He had no idea that Shano’s father had talked to the director, and thought it was safe to come back to school now, and that he hoped that he would not have to fear anything from Shano, who never broke his word. So when the staff meeting took place, and the director brought in the point that the teacher would have misused one of the schoolboys, the teacher almost got a heart attack – but was clever not to show anything to the other people present. In stead he said with an indignant voice: “Director, how can you think such a thing of me! I have been teaching here for twelve years and always had good results. The students like me. Have you ever heard about any wrong behavior of me before? In fact, according to some rumors, similar things had happened six years and eight years ago with other boys, but it was never proven and moreover the director had only been appointed three years ago.

The director was taken aback by the teachers emotional reaction, and said: “Sorry, I did not want to hurt you. But I had to bring in the point because one of the fathers requested it.” “Which father?” the staff members asked. “Shano’s father.” Again the teacher spoke up and said: “You see, director, how careful you must be. These people are ‘different.’ If they want something or want to hide something they can make up any story. Some staff members had doubts. They knew that the teacher was unmarried, and that could mean “something,” but they had no reason to suspect him. Moreover, someone said, his being a bachelor would fit well in the story. The director, who was much more concerned about his own name and position than about Shano, decided that this was enough, that he could not find the teacher guilty, and that he would not trust the story of a sixteen year old boy, who, though quite intelligent, came from a strange culture after all. So the meeting decided that Shano should be removed from school and that no publicity would be given to the matter. The director himself wrote a very polite letter to Shano’s father, stating that “Due to an unfortunate course of events … it would be better for your son to go to another school, where he would meet more people of his own kind. We have found no proof or even a hint of the teacher’s improper behavior.” When father read this letter to Shano, he only said: “But … Dad!” “The director is right,” interrupted father to his son, “you should not stay there. You create problems.”

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(The Homo’s Future)