| 450) |
A thousand rivulets of thoughts are born which bind him like ropes. He cries out for help, but is able to free himself. The smile of the master is mistaken for a sneer. The game of consensus begins: when he does not receive it from the master, he seeks it from his surroundings. The countless paths are not the One Way. |
| 451) |
Suddenly, he abandons the Truth and its silence filled with questions. He would uproot one garden to fill up another, his own. But he does not know that the seeds of knowledge are by now flowers for all. |
| 452) |
Every single thing is precious. The smile of gratitude is an attempt to give the burden to the master, who has no hands. |
| 453) |
The master teaches the trap of not teaching. In exchange, the student tells the truth, but it’s only the “truth” of his three mirrors. |
| 454) |
The sage/seeker begins to follow the path knowing nothing of it, just as his guide knows nothing. Each presence, an empty beginning. |
| 455) |
Those who choose their path choose their destiny. |
| 456) |
Use words, but their meanings are various. Use God’s thought, but its meanings are infinite. Use the ideas of others, but the reasons are different. Seek, but don’t use anything which does not come from your Soul. Sometimes silence is better than words, or thoughts, or what others say, or what you find written here. Go to the Source. |
| 457) |
Sometimes the silence of the master is a teaching, sometimes it is a warning, sometimes it is noise for the mind, sometimes it is just silence. |
| 458) |
Those who yearn for something, sooner or later will obtain it, but think… the yearning becomes even stronger. |
| 459) |
Time begins in the Universe-Point. There, in apparent time, memory fills the spaces with events. There they wait for Souls to color them with love. |