Affluence & the Goddess of Wealth

Once upon a time in a faraway land, a young man went to the forest and said to his spiritual master, "I want to have unlimited wealth, and with that unlimited wealth, I want to help and heal the world. Will you please tell me the secret to creating affluence?"

And the spiritual master replied, "There are two Goddesses that reside in the heart of every human being. But there is a certain secret that you need to know, and I will tell you what it is.

"Although you love both Goddesses, you must pay more attention to one of them. She is the Goddess of Knowledge, and her name is Sarasvati. Pursue her, love her, and give her your attention. The other Goddess, whose name is Lakshmi, is the Goddess of Wealth. When you pay more attention to Sarasvati, Lakshmi will become extremely jealous and pay more attention to you. The more you seek the Goddess of Knowledge, the more the Goddess of Wealth will seek you. She will follow you wherever you go and never leave you. And the wealth you desire will be yours forever."

There is power in Knowledge, desire, and spirit. And this power within you is the key to creating affluence.

Wealth consciousness is a state of mind, a sense, not of believing, but really knowing that what we need is available to us. Affluence is indeed our natural state of being.

Infinite worlds appear and disappear in the vast expanse of our own consciousness, like motes of dust dancing in a beam of light.

Affluence is reality. When we are grounded in the nature of reality and we also know that this same reality is our own nature, then we realize that we can create anything, because all of material creation has the same origin.

All of material creation is made from the same stuff and comes from the same source. Experiential knowledge of this fact gives us the ability to fulfill any desire we have, acquire any material object we want, and experience fulfillment and happiness to any extent we aspire.

Life experiences are the continuum in the seamless matrix of nothingness. They are our experiences of joy and sorrow, of success and failure, of wealth and poverty. All these events seemingly happen to us, but at very primordial levels we are making them happen. The impulse of energy and information that create our life experiences are reflected in our attitude towards life.

Knowledge has organizing power inherent in it. It is simply enough to know, to be aware of the principles; the knowledge will be processed and metabolized by our bodies, and the result will be spontaneous. The results do not occur overnight, but beguin to manifest gradually over a period of time.

You are where your attention takes you. In fact, you are your attention. When your attention is in the past, you are in the past. When you attention is in your present moment, you are in the presence of God and God is present in you. Simply be aware of the present, of what you are doing. The presence of God is everywhere, and you have only to consciously embrace it with your attention.

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Extracted from:

Creating Affluence by Deepak Chopra
Amber-Allen Publishing and New World Library, 1993

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Bloggers' Stories

An old man who lived in a small side street in the city of Mumbai had to put up with the nuisance of having boys play cricket outside his house, at night.

One evening when the boys were particularly noisy, he went out to talk to them.

He explained that he was a pensioner who was happiest when he could see or hear boys playing his favorite game, cricket. He said he would give them 25 rupees each week to play in the street at night.

The boys were thrilled.

They were being paid to do something they enjoyed.

At the end of the first week they knocked at the old man's house and asked to be paid.

He did so.

The second week when they asked for payment he said he had run out of money and sent them away with only 15 rupees.

The third week the man said he had not yet received his pension and gave them only 10 rupees.

The boys were very disappointed but there was not much they could do about it.

The fourth week the man said he could not afford to pay them 25 rupees as he had promised, but would give them 5 rupees each week without fail.

This was too much for the boys.

"You expect us to play seven days a week for a measly 5 rupees!" they yelled. "Go to blazes."

They stormed away and never played on the street again.


Story by: BayiSingh

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A monkey-trainer in the state of Song was fond of monkeys and kept several of them in his house. He understood their language and they understood his.

Once when the province was stricken by drought and food was scarce he decided to reduce their daily ration of chestnuts.

He said to them: "From tomorrow, I'll give you three chestnuts in the morning and four in the evening. You will have to be satisfied with that."

The monkeys were very angry and created an uproar with their chattering.

"All right, all right," said the master, after a while.

"No need to get so upset. I'll give you four chestnuts in the morning and three in the evening."

The monkeys were satisfied and immediately quietened down.

Stories by: Carpet Man

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When Niloy was born, his father had a dream in which Bidhata, the god who writes the destinies of men, appeared to him.

"Your son," said the god "will never be able to fully satisfy his hunger. Train him to be satisfied with a minimum of food."

His father tried but Niloy never succeeded in overcoming his love for food, and when he couldn't get enough of it, it made him miserable. The years passed. Niloy married and raised a family, but poverty dogged his footsteps, and there was not a day when he could say he had had enough to eat. He always went to bed half hungry. One day he was invited to the wedding of a rich man's daughter. It made him feel that perhaps his luck had changed.

"There will certainly be a lot of food at the wedding," he thought. "I'll eat to my heart's content."

There was certainly a lot of food at the wedding, but when he had eaten just a little, a heavy decorative piece under which he was sitting, fell on him, rendering him unconscious. When he had recovered, all the food was over.He always went to bed half hungry. His host, wanting to make up for the distress caused to him, invited him to lunch the next day. When he presented himself at the house the next afternoon, his host instructed his servants to take good care of him and to see that he was well fed and he went out of his half hungry condition.

Bidhata, god of destinies, was alarmed when he saw the servants piling food on the banana leaf from which Niloy was eating. He quickly took the form of a tiny frog and hopped onto the leaf, hoping that Niloy would be so filled with disgust that he would lose his appetite. What the god did not know was that his victim was extremely short-sighted. Niloy scooped up the frog along with a ball of rice and swallowed it. The god was trapped. His only consolation was that Niloy had begun to feel uneasy after swallowing him and had stopped eating.

Bidhata called out to Niloy while he was returning home and explained his predicament.

"Spit me out," he entreated.

"Spit you out!" exclaimed the man when he had got over the shock of hearing a voice from his stomach and that too of a god. “You have troubled me all my life. Do you think I will let you go so easily?"

"My duty is to write the destinies of men," said the god. “I derive no pleasure from their tribulations."

"Be that as it may," said Niloy. "I will not let you go until you promise to end my state of perpetual hunger."

"I cannot alter anyone's destiny," said Bidhata, "but if you become my devotee and worship me in an appropriate manner you will have my blessings."

"One can achieve great things with divine blessings," thought Niloy. He forced himself to bring up the food he had eaten, and the frog came out in the process. As Bidhata assumed his true form, Niloy said to him: "Now tell me, what is the appropriate way to worship you?"

"In your case," replied Bidhata, "the only way you can worship me is by never fully satisfying your hunger. Remain hungry all the time."

Story by: Half Hungry

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Once there lived a dog. He was very greedy. There were many times that he had to pay for his greed. Each time the dog promised himself, “I have learnt my lesson. Now I will never be greedy again.” But he soon forgot his promises and was as greedy as ever.

One afternoon, the dog was terribly hungry. He decided to go look for something to eat. Just outside his house, there was a bridge. “I will go and look for food on the other side of the bridge. The food there is definitely better,” he thought to himself.

He walked across the wooden bridge and started sniffing around for food. Suddenly, he spotted a bone lying at a distance. “Ah, I am in luck. This looks a delicious bone,” he said.

Without wasting any time, the hungry dog picked up the bone and was just about to eat it, when he thought, “Somebody might see here with this bone and then I will have to share it with them. So, I had better go home and eat it.” Holding the bone in his mouth, he ran towards his house.

While crossing the wooden bridge, the dog looked down into the river. There he saw his own reflection. The foolish dog mistook it for another dog. “There is another dog in the water with bone in its mouth,” he thought. Greedy, as he was, he thought, “How nice it would be to snatch that piece of bone as well. Then, I will have two bones.”

So, the greedy dog looked at his reflection and growled. The reflection growled back, too. This made the dog angry. He looked down at his reflection and barked, “Woof! Woof!” As he opened his mouth, the bone in his mouth fell into the river. It was only when the water splashed that the greedy dog realized that what he had seen was nothing but his own reflections and not another dog. But it was too late. He had lost the piece of bone because of his greed. Now he had to go hungry.

Story by: Sinkeh

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One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.
He said, "My son, the battle is between two wolves inside us all.

"One is Evil - It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.

"The other is Good - It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith."

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: "Which wolf wins?"

The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."

Story by: Jefus

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A farmer saw a rabbit run out from the forest, hit a tree and died.

So he said his prayer of thanks to god for the easy food.

From there's on , he just sat there and waited for next rabbit hit the tree.

Story by: M_oot

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Thoughts for today

A man is not at his best when he is a slave to some habit

If you control your thoughts, you can control your actions.

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In the long run, men hit only what they aim at.

Therefore, they had better aim at something high.

-- Henry David Thoreau

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Every man serves a useful purpose: A miser, for example, makes a wonderful ancestor.

-- Laurence J. Peter

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"Never say no when a client asks for something, even if it is the moon. You can always try, and anyhow there is plenty of time afterward to explain that it was not possible."

-- Cesar Ritz, hotelier

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Sunday: A day of rest

Sunday is defined as a rest day. I had my rest day today. It had been restless weeks over the past few months.

I had not been blogging as much lately except for some jokes and fun stuff. Over the last few years I enjoyed blogging during my free time (even times when I am not). The brain always have something to tell and this blog was the space where I could write my thoughts. But I had not being able to do so over the last few months. The cognitive faculty could not function to churn out something to write that I used to. It's not burned out; it's not conked; it's just not motivated to write.

Maybe, the trills are gone; maybe, politics are not worth writing as its so predictable. There's also so many sites we can read all those socio-political stuffs we are anxious to read and find out. There are so many of them around: Malaysiakini, Malaysia-Today, Free Malaysia Today, and so many politicians from the political divides are bloggers.

We also have pseudo-politicians and we have also observed those who used to write critically on system dysfunctions, who now becomes converts - converting to accepting the old system of ideologies - most of whom are known to have received a second chance to helm significant roles that are rewarding, financially, benefiting from the current system administration.

So, I think I would rather write jokes, stories and junks. And I can spent more time reading books.

Story: Husband & Wife

" Dad, I was away for a week. Yesterday I sent a fax to my wife I'd be home that night, and when I got into my room I found my wife in another man's arms.

" Why, Dad ? Tell me why!"

Dad kept silent for a few minutes, then coolly said,

"Maybe, son, she didn't get the fax."

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A husband compliant to his mother-in-law:

"When we were first married, I would come home from the office, my wife would bring my slippers and our cute little dog would run around barking.

Now after ten years it's all different, I come home, the dog brings the slippers and my wife runs around barking."

"Why complain?" said the mother-in-law. "You're still getting the same service!"

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A wife, one evening, drew her husband's attention to the couple next door and said,

"Do you see that couple? How devoted they are? He kisses her every time they meet. Why don't you do that?"

"I would love to." Replied the husband. "But I don't know her well enough."

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From his death bed, the husband called his wife and said, "One month after I die I want you to marry Mohd."

"Mohd? But he is your enemy?"

"Yes, I know that ! I've suffered all these years so let him suffer now."

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In a divorce court a woman told the judge: "Your honor, I want to divorce my husband."

"But why ?" asked the judge.

She replied, "Because he is not faithful to me."

The judge asked, "How do you know?"

She replied, "My lord, all my children do not resembles him."

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Computer-literate Parliamentarians

Budget debate in Parliament.

See what the Law-makers were doing during the debate?

Do our MPs play Solitaire during parliamentary sessions?

No? Malaysian MPs are better? Or did they spent most of their time shouting at each other, make sexiest remarks and pour racial slurs ... and ultimately voted YES to any Bills without reading them? Maybe; and maybe not!

The Parables of 3 Beggars

There was a good-natured millionaire in the town.

Three beggars thought of approaching him for help.

The first man went to the millionaire and said: "O Lord! I want five rupees. Please give me."

The millionaire was taken aback at this man's impudence. "What! You demand five rupees from me as though I owe you the money! How dare you? How can I afford to give five rupees to a single beggar? Here, take these two rupees and get away," he said.

The man went away with the two rupees.

The next beggar went to the millionaire and said: "Oh Lord! I have not taken a square meal for the past ten days. Please help me."

"How much do you want?" asked the millionaire.

"Whatever you give me, Maharaj," replied the beggar.

"Here, take this ten rupee note. You can have nice food for at least three days." The beggar walked away with the ten rupee note.

The third beggar came. "Oh Lord, I have heard about your noble qualities. Therefore, I have come to see you. Men of such charitable disposition are verily the manifestations of God on earth," he said.

"Please sit down," said the millionaire. "You appear to be tired. Please take this food," he said, and offered food to the beggar.

"Now please tell me what I can do for you."

"Oh Lord," replied the beggar; "I merely came to meet such a noble personage that you are. You have given me this rich food already. What more need I get from you? You have already shown extraordinary kindness towards me. May God bless you!"

But the millionaire, struck by the beggar's spirit, begged of the beggar to remain with him, built a decent house for him in his own compound, and looked after him for the rest of his life.

Humanity have three are three classes of beggars, with three different desires. There is the greedy man full of vanity, full of arrogance, full of desires. He demands the objects of enjoyment.

The first is the greedy man full of vanity, full of arrogance, full of desires. He demands the objects of enjoyment. He was granted the desired object but would soon have to beg again.

The second class asked for relief from the sufferings. To him he was granted much more relief.

The third type merely prays to the Lord. The Lord is highly pleased with his spirit of renunciation, of his lack of desire. Therefore, he was granted over and above the others.

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Story: Microsoft Car Operating System

Bill's company made software to run a car.

Bill was taking a test ride of the car. Suddenly a truck came from opposite side.

Bill pressed ctrl+b to apply brakes.

A pop-up window appeared asking, "Are you sure you really want to stop?"

Before Bill could enter "Yes", there was a crash and the car caught fire.

In panic Bill forgot the password to open the door.

He started shouting "F1! F1!" but there was no computer professional present there to understand his screams.

Then he tried to come out through the car window-pane.

A message appeared on the screen, "An illegal function is performed.

All the window-panes of the car will be closed." Poor Bill died.

Messengers of death took away his soul and said to him, "You have never ever performed any good deeds in your life. You always stole the code from others. We are going to send you to hell."

Bill pleaded, "I am ready to go to hell but do provide me a computer, please."

Messengers of death smiled inwardly and permitted him a computer, but with no Alt, Ctrl and Delete keys on the keyboard.

Story: Horse named Jenny

A man was sitting reading his papers when his wife hit him on the head with a frying pan.

'What was that for?' the man asked.

The wife replied 'That was for the piece of paper with the name Jenny on it that I found in your pants pocket'.

The man then said 'When I was at the races last week Jenny was the name of the horse I bet on'

The wife apologized and went on with the housework.

Three days later the man is watching TV when his wife bashes him on the head with an even bigger frying pan, knocking him unconscious.

Upon re-gaining consciousness the man asked why she had hit again.

Wife replied. 'Your horse phoned'

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Story by: "Too-Much-Coffee"
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BayiSingh is back

On 29th Oct., BayiSingh left a message at my cbox: "Mave, I went for a complex knee operation and it will take about a year to fully recover. That's why I am so low profile these days."

Bayi was conspicuously absent and incommunicado for a period. It was good to hear from him after a long absence. I felt better after I read his message and was pleased to know that he had his knee operation done successfully.

Actually, 28th was my birthday and I thought Bayi had forgotten about it. He didn't. Yesterday, a car salesman delivered me his present for my birthday ... it is




a 200E!




A great gift from a good old friend. Thanks, Bayi. It was truly generous of you.

Today, I received a sms from my son, William Singh. There was no message; it was a picture enclosed:






William bought himself a 325i.



It was a machine he had dream of for some time and he had waited patiently for this day. He has rewarded himself something he wanted badly.

Well, he earned it and paid for it. Thus, he has every right to owned it.

He has worked extremely hard for the last eleven months and had earned his own financial freedom - the freedom to buy things he wanted, the freedom to live his life in comfort and the freedom to pamper himself using his hard-earned money.

The year 2009 was extremely kind to both of us. We had a bumper year. I hope we will work as hard as we had in the following years ahead. We need to do better than we had.

As the year come to a close, we had many friends and associates to thank for. We need to express our heartfelt thanks and appreciations for giving us their enormous support and assistance and making the year, a fantastic and fruitful year. We will continue to work as hard as we had and will continue our journey of life to contribute and share the joy and success with all our friends and associates.

Story: First Class Manager

A First Class Manager (FCM) is going thru' a forest one evening when his car breaks down. He looks around and finds a lone house. He knocks the door which is opened by a stunning woman.

FCM: Can I spend the night at your place?

Woman: Well. I live alone.

FCM: I'm an honourable man, a FCM.

Woman: I got only one bed.

FCM: No problem. I'm an honourable man, a FCM.

Woman: I go to bed naked.

FCM: No problem. I'm an honourable man, a FCM.

Woman: Be my guest, FCM.


Next morning while leaving, FCM finds the woman busy with her poultry.

FCM: Good birds you got there.

Woman: Yeah.

FCM: How many cocks and how many hens?

Woman: Two hundred hens, one cock..

FCM: But I can see over a dozen cocks around.

Woman: Only one cock over there. The others are first class managers.

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Source: Unknown

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Story: Sleeping through a storm

Years ago, a farmer owned land along the Atlantic sea coast.

He constantly advertised for hired hands. Most people were reluctant to work on farms along the Atlantic . They dreaded the awful storms that raged across the Atlantic , wreaking havoc on the buildings and crops.

As the farmer interviewed applicants for the job, he received a steady stream of refusals.

Finally, a short, thin man, well past middle age, approached the farmer. "Are you a good farm hand?" the farmer asked him. "Well, I can sleep when the wind blows," answered the little man.

Although puzzled by this answer, the farmer, desperate for help, Hired him. The little man worked well around the farm, busy from dawn to dusk, and the farmer felt satisfied with the man's work.

Then one night the wind howled loudly in from offshore. Jumping out of bed, the farmer grabbed a lantern and rushed next door to the hired hand's sleeping quarters. He shook the little man and yelled, "Get up! A storm is coming! Tie things down before they blow away!"

The little man rolled over in bed and said firmly, "No sir. I told you, I can sleep when the wind blows."

Enraged by the response, the farmer was tempted to fire him on the spot. Instead, he hurried outside to prepare for the storm.

To his amazement, he discovered that all of the haystacks had been covered with tarpaulins. The cows were in the barn, the chickens were in the coops, and the doors were barred. The shutters were tightly secured. Everything was tied down.

Nothing could blow away. The farmer then understood what his hired hand meant, so he returned to his bed to also sleep while the wind blew.


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Moral of the story:

When you're prepared, spiritually, mentally, and physically, you have nothing to fear. Can you sleep when the wind blows through your life?



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Picture Quiz

If you are the driver of the train, and

suddenly you saw a girl on the rail track like this:





- What would be your first reaction?

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If you are a shoe-polisher and this is your customer:




Are you sure you will be able to do a proper job?

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