Letters Between Master And Disciples

The Supreme Guide

Dear Lord,

If I have to search for fond memories of you and for inner wonders, my favorite would probably be the one experienced at the time of initiation.

I remember how I could not make up my mind whether I should commit myself to become a life-time practitioner, since there were many difficulties in my family at that time. At the very last moment, when the door of the auditorium was almost shut and while everyone else was quietly seated, I was guided to the edge of the very first row, on the men's side. There I was, all alone in an empty row, overwhelmed with mixed feelings; I could have been an honored guest, and on the other hand, I was probably the most hideous sinner about to receive her sentence.

Nervously, I prayed nonstop for Your forgiveness of my sins, for the Truth that I was about to realize, and most of all, if I could just touch the hem of your gown. Then and only then, would all my dreams be fulfilled. You entered, and I knew I had not made the wrong decision in coming. As the initiation session progressed, with our eyes closed, we concentrated diligently. Suddenly, I felt the hem of Your gown touching me. My soul rejoiced! My wish came true!

Looking back at the short span of my spiritual practice, there were times when I could smell the fragrance of Your flowers during meditation. There were times when I could hear the sweet inner music, so loud that I could drown myself in it. Such bliss that only I will know, and so eager to share what I have known with my neighbors, but no one seemed to have the desire to listen, to believe, or to receive the precious gift of my Lord.

And I will never forget the time You immediately held me in Your arms as I approached You one Christmas, and You tenderly smiled as if You already knew all the troubles I was going through and that all of my sins did not matter and that they were all unconditionally forgiven.

My sweet Lord, I left You and came back, all the while committing unimaginable levels of violations of Your given precepts, and yet You brewed the wine from Your own hands to welcome me back at Your gate. (Is there any more gross injustice under the sky, I wonder?) And though I often wish to be Your instrument of peace, I feel ashamed that over and over again, I am quite the opposite of what I preach and thereby greatly dishonor your Name.

Beautiful Lord, benevolent Mother and Goddess of Mercy, Christmas is here again. Please help deliver me from the evils and please help me in this mission to beautify our planet Earth.

Merry Christmas to You, Lord. Thank You for Your showers of blessings.

Amen.

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