A man's car broke down as he was driving past a beautiful old
>monastery. He walked up the drive and knocked on the front door. A monk
>answered, listened to the man's story and graciously invited him to
>spend the night.
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>The monks fed the man and led him to a tiny chamber in which to sleep.
>The man thanked the monks and slept serenely until he was awakened by a
>strange and beautiful sound.
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>The next morning, as the monks were repairing his car, he asked about
>the sound that had woke him.
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>"We're sorry," the monks said. "We can't tell you about the sound.
>You're not a monk."
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>The man was disappointed, but eager to be gone, so he thanked the monks
>for their kindness and went on his way. During quiet moments afterward,
>the man pondered the source of the alluring sound. Several years later
>the man happened to be driving in the same area He stopped at the
>monastery on a whim and asked admittance. He explained to the monks
>that he had so enjoyed his previous stay, he wondered if he might be
>permitted to spend another night under their peaceful roof The monks
>agreed, and so the man stayed with them again.
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>Late that night, he heard the strange beautiful sound. The following
>morning he begged the monks to explain the sound. The monks gave him
>the same answer as before. "We're sorry. We can't tell you about the
>sound. You're not a monk."
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>By now the man's curiosity had turned to obsession. He decided to give
>up everything and become a monk, for that was the only way he could
>learn about the sound. He informed the monks of his decision and began
>the long and arduous task of becoming a monk. Seventeen years later,
>the man was finally established as a true member of the order.
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>When the celebration ended, he humbly went to the leader of the order
>and asked to be told the source of the sound. Silently, the old monk
>led the new monk to a huge wooden door. He opened the door with a
>golden key. That door swung open to reveal a second door of silver,
>then a third of gold and so on until they had passed through twelve
>doors, each more magnificent than the last. The new monk's face was
>awash with tears of joy as he finally beheld the wondrous source of the
>beautiful mysterious sound he had heard so many years before..........
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Thats where you're wrong I am a monk!
I live next to Missouri in the high mountains and therefore must know the answer.
I once heard a story like that but the noise was the devil. And the man let him go and evil befell the world therefore it was his duty to capture the devil again. And he did so he locked it and stood gaurd and then a woman learned of the truth and let the devil free.....
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Feb 25th, 2005 08:59 AM
how snide is that!!
I bet you anythig......
