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When the Waters Were Changed

Once upon a time Khidr, the teacher of Moses, called upon mankind with a warning. At a certain date, he said, all the water in the world which had not been specially hoarded, would disappear. It would then be renewed, with different water, which would drive men mad.

Only one man listened to the meaning of this advice. He collected water and went to a secure place where he stored it, and waited for the water to change its character.

On the appointed date the streams stopped running, the wells went dry, and the man who had listened, seeing this happening, went to his retreat and drank his preserved water.

When he saw, from his security, the waterfalls again beginning to flow, this man descended among the other sons of men. He found that they were thinking and talking in an entirely different way from before; yet they had no memory of what had happened, nor of having been warned. When he tried to talk to them, he realized that they thought that he was mad, and they showed hostility or compassion, not understanding.

At first, he drank none of the new water, but went back to his concealment, to draw on his supplies, every day. Finally, however, he took the decision to drink the new water because he could not bear the loneliness of living, behaving and thinking in a different way from everyone else. He drank the new water, and became like the rest. Then he forgot all about his own store of special water, and his fellows began to look upon him as a madman who had miraculously been restored to sanity.

Idries Shah, from “Tales of the Dervishes”

3 replies on “When the Waters Were Changed”

Funny I was just thinking about that story yesterday. I’ve been trying to write about our industrialized world and how most all of us are so blindly complicit through consumerism and non-sustainable resource usage in our own slow demise. It’s like we’re all unknowingly AND knowingly “drinking the water.”

Very glad your site is still up. I had been trying to find this quote for a while. I could only remember the bit about how the chap is thought to be mad after he is the only one who can remember what was before. Very much like the story of our species. A species with amnesia, as Graham Hancock says.

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