A king was walking across his land one day, when he picked up a
grain the size of a hazelnut. This surprised him, and he called
on the knowledge of all the sages at his court, but not one of
them was able to tell him its name or its origin. He heard,
however, that in his kingdom there lived a very old man who could
perhaps enlighten him, so he sent for him. The man, who was
nearly blind, came leaning on two crutches. After examining the
grain for a long time, he had to admit he didn't know what it
was. 'But I shall call my father,' he said. 'He may remember
having seen others like it.' His father arrived, leaning on just
one crutch. He couldn't identify the grain either but, in turn,
suggested calling his own father.
The latter soon arrived; he looked like a young man, robust and
cheerful. He took hold of the grain and exclaimed, 'But it's a
grain from the wheat that grew when I was a child! In those days
grains of wheat were very big, but as human beings became
dishonest and wicked so the grains kept decreasing in size. And
if I look so robust and younger than my son and grandson, it is
because I am still living according to the rules of honesty and
kindness that prevailed in the days of my childhood.'"
Omraam Mikhaël Aïvanhov
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