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About Masters and Servants

I was really blessed in having the opportunity to meet few Masters in my life. Those beings are out of this world advanced.


So here are some short stories of some of my encounters with Masters.

just a tiny disclosure: I was, as I am always, completely sober, no funny stuff, ah?



The first Master changed my life forever. I met him when I lost hope and with few words he switched me back on. It was the first time I could listen to anyone because he talked straight to my being. Besides the frequency that streamed from him felt so sacred to me, he read my akash in one glance and to the point. I met him few times and he is Tibetan that lives in Nepal.



The second Master also came in a desperate moment. I was crying and I was sick and feeling alone and I was about to lose it. This being ripped a hole in the fabric of this physical universe and materialized out of thin air in front of me for about a minute. He came said something to me (not going to disclose), touched me on my shoulder and left- it was like a magic stick. He completely turned my experience around and installed peace instantly.



The third Master was a lot of fun. He woke me up in the middle of the night to greet me and have a conversation, it was in a Buddhist temple in north India.

Few years later, I realized that we have been working together many times before this life, but I didn’t see it when we were having imaginary tea in the middle of the night. Just imagine, you hear someone in your room and it talks from nowhere, only his consciousness. The joy that he brought with him was like what I have been experiencing in my first few months of awakening, it’s like ecstasy. Who can sleep like that?



This Master guided me to perform a chore for him. As he claimed that he is occupied, he asked me if I would be willing to help and of course I said yes, I mean how many times you hear someone talking into your inner ear, right?

As I was following his guidance I met the woman that the Master, (which of course I know his name) wanted me to meet and told me to just take it from there, just listen and help. I stroke a conversation with that woman and invited her to sit in my table and have lunch. She was grateful and invited me to her home. There was a lot going on in her life and all I did was just listening, comforting and doing my best.

When we got to her house, above the small dining table, here was the picture of that Master smiling at me. It was so enchanting, but what I really felt was privileged.

mAY ThE fORce bE With YoU

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