Mastering the Present Moment

Mastering the Present Moment for Unlimited Abundance

The Land of Lost Time: Written by Dr.Lal

In a kingdom cradled by mountains and rivers, there was a city called Chronara, where the people lived in constant haste. They ran toward tomorrow with such urgency that they tripped over today. Farmers sowed seeds but never looked at the sunrise. Merchants dreamed of profits but ignored the customers before them. Children longed to be adults, and the old longed to be young again.

Among them lived a young clockmaker named Arion, whose workshop ticked with a thousand gears and pendulums. He could repair any watch, any clock, but he could not repair the heaviness in his own chest. He too was trapped, haunted by regrets of the past and anxieties of the future.

One evening, while polishing an ancient hourglass, Arion discovered strange markings etched on its rim. As he traced the symbols, the sand within froze, defying gravity. From the stillness stepped a radiant figure cloaked in starlight.

“I am Kairos, Guardian of the Present Moment,” the being said. “You toil with time but never touch it. Would you learn the art of abundance hidden in the Now?”

Arion’s heart leapt. “Yes—teach me!”

And so began his journey.

The First Lesson: The Weight of Yesterday

Kairos led Arion into the Valley of Shadows, where countless people walked hunched beneath sacks on their backs. Their eyes were fixed behind them, stumbling forward yet forever glancing back.

“What burdens them so?” Arion asked.

Kairos replied, “They carry yesterday’s regrets—words unsaid, mistakes repeated, wounds unhealed. They believe the past is iron, yet it is only smoke.”

Arion saw a woman crushed beneath her sack, whispering, “If only I had chosen differently.” His heart ached, for he too carried such whispers.

“Release it,” Kairos urged.

Arion set down his own invisible sack of regrets—failures as a son, mistakes as a craftsman. To his astonishment, the sack dissolved like mist. He felt light, his breath easier.

Kairos smiled:

“When you release yesterday, you reclaim today. Abundance cannot grow in soil clogged with regret.”

The Second Lesson: The Illusion of Tomorrow

Next, Kairos guided Arion to the City of Tomorrow, dazzling with golden towers always under construction. People rushed frantically, clutching scrolls of plans and blueprints. Yet none lived in the houses they built; none ate the food they harvested.

“They live for a future that never arrives,” said Kairos. “Their abundance is always ahead of them, just out of reach.”

Arion approached a man who clutched coins. “Why do you not spend them?”

The man cried, “Tomorrow I will enjoy them! Tomorrow I will live!” Yet tomorrow never came—his coins turned to dust in his hands.

Arion shuddered. He realized he too had lived this way, waiting for “someday” to enjoy life, postponing joy as though it were a debt to be paid later.

Kairos spoke gently:

“The only tomorrow that matters is born from today’s fullness. If you master the present, the future blooms by itself.”

The Third Lesson: The River of Now

Leaving the city, they reached a vast river, shimmering like liquid crystal. People stood on its banks, thirsty, yet none drank. Some cried, “It flows too quickly!” Others wailed, “I will drink when the current slows.”

Kairos motioned for Arion to kneel. “This is the River of Now. It never pauses, yet it is always here. Drink, and you will taste eternity.”

Arion cupped his hands, sipping the water. In that instant, he felt alive in a way he had never known—the taste of bread, the warmth of the sun, the rhythm of his own heartbeat. He saw that life’s treasure was not in some distant horizon but in the very breath moving through him.

Tears filled his eyes. “This moment is enough… more than enough.”

Kairos nodded.

“Abundance is not what you hold in your hands tomorrow—it is the miracle already in your grasp today.”

The Fourth Lesson: The Garden of Attention

They then came to a hidden garden, overgrown with flowers of dazzling colors. But weeds strangled many blooms, and the air hummed with neglect.

“This garden is every soul,” said Kairos. “The flowers are your blessings. The weeds are distractions and restless thoughts. Where your attention rests, there abundance grows.”

Arion knelt and touched a wilted flower, whispering gratitude for its beauty. It lifted its head, blooming brighter than the sun. Wherever he placed his attention with love, the garden flourished.

But when he allowed his mind to wander to fear, weeds surged upward, choking life.

He gasped. “So my focus shapes what thrives and what withers?”

Kairos replied:

“Attention is the currency of abundance. Spend it on worry, and weeds grow. Spend it on gratitude, and paradise blooms.”

Arion vowed to tend his garden daily, feeding his present blessings instead of starving them with neglect.

The Fifth Lesson: The Temple of Presence

Finally, Kairos led him to a mountain peak where a temple of crystal awaited. Inside, a single flame burned without oil, steady and eternal.

“This flame,” said Kairos, “is the Present Moment itself—unchanging, eternal, infinite. To master it is to touch the source of abundance.”

Arion sat before the flame, breathing with it, until his thoughts of past and future dissolved. In stillness, he felt connected to everything—the mountains, the rivers, the beating hearts of his people. He understood:

The present moment was not a fragment of time, but the whole of existence, endlessly unfolding. In it was joy, wisdom, creativity, love—an inexhaustible well of abundance.

Kairos whispered:

“The secret is not to master time, but to be mastered by presence. Here lies all you seek.”

Arion bowed, tears flowing freely.

The Return to Chronara

When Arion returned to his village, nothing outwardly had changed—the same mountains, the same rushing people. But within him, everything was different.

He no longer rushed through his work but savored each tick of the clock, each glimmer of polished brass. He listened fully to his customers, giving them not only repaired watches but the gift of attention.

Soon, people flocked not for his clocks, but for his presence. They said sitting with him felt like sunlight warming their souls. His shop became a sanctuary where hurried hearts remembered the stillness of Now.

And abundance followed—not only in coins, but in friendships, laughter, peace, and joy.

Epilogue: The Eternal Flame

Years later, when Arion was old, the people of Chronara gathered around him. “Teach us,” they pleaded, “the secret of your joy, your abundance.”

He smiled, pointing to their own hearts.

“The present moment is your treasure. Do not waste it dragging yesterday or chasing tomorrow. Attend to the miracle here and now, and abundance will overflow.”

As he breathed his last, the flame of the temple appeared above the village, hovering like a star. It shone in every heart, reminding them:

Abundance is not distant. It is the song of the present moment, always waiting to be heard.