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The Master Will Come

There is no doubt to the literal meaning in the Zen story regarding the pupil’s readiness precipitating the revelation of a master. In the flesh, this being is tuned into the source of life, flowing truth; the closest thing on Earth to speaking with God. In circumstance, it is the individual life lessons we learn every moment of our existence.

If something is happening, it had to happen, or else it would not have happened. Even accidents are planned; indeed, often they define our lives. The variations encountered when dancing with the random element shows us the external manifestation of the internal need.

When danger comes, let it for all the right reasons. The real question is whether you will be able to accept help when it reaches out to take your hand. Somewhere amongst the people you know there may be one who can deliver the wisdom that will facilitate your ascension to the higher realms.

Those on the self-awareness cusp better take the leap now or else the gap is going to be too large. There is much to unlearn, and there is much to learn. When the transition is over, there will be good work to do.

It is not the face presenting a natural quality that should be remembered, but the quality itself: the vibe 2 B imbibed. This quality within each person is the same. Even in the eye of the animal, if you look deeply enough, you will see the one who put you here. Ask the trees, they will tell you.

Scan through all the information, but remember that all stories are not on equal footing. Someday you will have to choose a path that has substance. The pieces of the puzzle must be put together to make a picture you can hang on the cosmic wall. Superimposed on the graph which underlies the pretty colors and shapes, we light the light that leads us to the future through a momentous present. With the torch held high, we walk on.


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-C. Moors 

1/31/2005

cmoors@creativecosmos.org