DEAR MASTER ….

DEAR MASTER ….

✨AI Generated

By Carolina Oquendo

The road stretched out before us, an endless ribbon of asphalt winding through fields of gold and green, occasionally giving way to small clusters of trees or a rustic farmhouse. The late afternoon sun cast everything in a warm, honeyed light, while clouds hung low, thick with the promise of rain. A soft scent of earth lingered in the air, and the hum of the car’s engine felt steady beneath us, like a heartbeat.

I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my mind buzzing with the weight of questions I’d been holding onto. I wanted so badly to make sense of what I needed to say. Beside me, the Master – his gray hair falling around his face like wisps of silver – sat with his arm propped on the door, fingers tapping lightly, his gaze somewhere far beyond the horizon, seemingly oblivious to the questions stirring within me. His presence, however, was a comfort, like an anchor, and I was determined not to squander this rare time together.

Finally, I broke the silence, just wanting to get it over with. “Master, I’ve been kind of out of sorts lately, and I don’t even know how to start this conversation, so I’m just going to blurt it out and try to find my words in the process.”

He turned his head just slightly, giving me a sidelong glance, eyes twinkling with an amused kindness. “Go on, blurt away. I’m listening.”

I rolled my eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth despite the nerves. “So, we’ve been talking about going beyond the mind. And as you’ve also said many times, we can’t go beyond the mind from the mind itself, so I’m kind of… at a loss. How do I integrate this into my life?”

The Master leaned back, propping his feet up on the dashboard, an old habit of his that never failed to annoy me, but this time, I held back a sigh. He didn’t notice – or probably didn’t care. “Ah, the great beyond-the-mind conundrum,” he said with a smirk. “Everyone wants to know how to get out. Like the mind’s a house party that’s gone on way too long, and now you’re trying to find the door before someone insists on karaoke.”

I chuckled despite myself. “So you’re saying it’s that easy? Just… leave the party?”

He shrugged, waving his hand dramatically in the air. “Well, it would be, if you weren’t so dead set on figuring everything out, analyzing it down to the smallest crumb. You’re like a squirrel gathering nuts for winter, hoarding thoughts and concepts until you’re buried under so much analysis you can barely breathe.”

I shot him a playful glare. “Not helpful, Master.”

“Oh, it’s very helpful,” he countered, grinning. “You just don’t like the answer. The mind wants to be the hero, to grab hold of some grand concept and wrestle it into submission. But guess what? The ‘beyond’ is the one place where your mind is about as useful as a screen door on a submarine.”

I laughed, feeling the tension ease just a bit. “A screen door? Really?”

He shrugged, unfazed. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

I shook my head, trying not to smile. “Fine, you’re not wrong. But then, how does it feel to be beyond the mind? What actually happens?” I paused, glancing over at him. “I honestly thought that after all this time, I’d be sensing those other realities you mentioned. But I still feel very much grounded here.”

The Master arched an eyebrow, pulling an exaggerated face. “You mean to tell me you haven’t been seeing in four dimensions? No cosmic whispers in your ear? No radiant halo?”

“Oh, stop,” I said, laughing, unable to keep a straight face. “I’m serious.”

He waved a hand dismissively, but his expression softened, humor giving way to something more genuine. “I know, I know,” he said. “But here’s the thing: you’re still relying on your human senses, your mind, to do something they weren’t designed for. The mind uses these five basic tools to gather, interpret, and measure data – and it’s fantastic at creating your reality here. But the moment you try to bring those senses into the realms beyond? The mind can’t even begin to imagine it,” he said. “Beyond the mind is pure experience, unfiltered potential, choice, and living.”

His words settled between us, and for a moment, I caught a glint in his eyes, something inviting, as if daring me to follow. He didn’t push, though; he just let me sit with it, his gaze drifting back to the window.

✨AI Generated

I took a long breath, watching the road ahead, realizing just how much my mind had tried to dissect all of this. How do you feel something without processing it? I thought, as a surge of questions fought for priority in my mind.

“Okay Master, but how do I get there if I can’t intellectually understand it?”

He tilted his head, rubbing his chin theatrically. “Ah, poor human, stranded in the abyss of intellect,” he mused, mocking sympathy in his tone. “It’s tragic, really. All that IQ, and still stuck in the same old patterns.”

“Master,” I warned, grinning despite myself, “don’t make me pull over and leave you here.”

He laughed, a rich sound that filled the car, his hands up in mock surrender. “All right, all right. Serious answer: You need a new kind of awareness – a Master Sense.” He leaned back, crossing his arms with a slight smirk. “This is Awareness 101. The first step: ‘I Exist.’ But not as a thought, not as a mantra. It’s a knowingness, a recognition that can’t be filtered through the mind. It’s as simple as it is difficult because it requires you to stop thinking and start feeling on a different level.”

I felt a familiar frustration bubbling up, the kind that made my fingers tense around the steering wheel. “Yeah, I know,” I muttered, a hint of exasperation slipping into my voice. “But it’s so hard not to fall back into that old habit of making things happen. I’ve been trained to think and plan my way through everything.”

He nodded, a small, sympathetic smile on his face. “And that’s why you’re frustrated. You’re still using effort, still trying to push. It’s like walking in circles, isn’t it? The mind loves nothing more than meddling. It’s like a nosy neighbor, peering over the fence just when you’re about to have a breakthrough. ‘Oh, what’s going on here? Need help?’” He shook his head in mock exasperation. “You don’t really need its help. You’re going to be fine without it.”

I let out a small laugh, surprised at how true it felt. “Yes, you’re right, as always,” I admitted. “I get caught in the mind trap that urges me to keep pushing, like it’s trying to ‘help’ me get wherever it thinks I’m going.”

His hand moved to the dashboard, tapping along with the song on the radio. “Exactly. And that’s understandable. You have a desire to use your human senses or your mind to figure it out. You even try to do mental exercises of expanding, don’t you. I bet you imagine making your mind or whatever bigger. And my friend, I’m sorry to say, that doesn’t work either.”

I laughed, loosening my grip on the wheel. It was true. I’d done that.

He continued, “It’s about allowing, letting go. You think you’re the one in motion, pushing everything forward. But really? Everything’s moving already, because of your light, your very presence. There’s nothing you need to force. Everything is already happening, with or without your effort.

“Remember, creation is in motion; you’re not. You just let it come to you.”

I checked the speedometer, easing up on the gas as I processed his words. My thoughts drifted back to a recent project I’d been working on. “Now that you mention it, I remember when I was working on this project and had a clear feeling of what I wanted, even if I couldn’t put it into words. But the more I tried to pin it down, the harder it became—like grabbing at smoke. I ended up feeling so frustrated, until it finally hit me: I needed to let go and just trust that it would unfold on its own. And the funny thing? The moment I stopped trying to control every detail, the solution came. Right when I’d stopped expecting it.”

The Master’s eyes sparkled with quiet pride. “There you go. That’s the golden ticket. You let go, and there’s the flow. Like standing in a river instead of trying to direct it. The moment where you realize ‘No pushing, just allowing.’ But don’t think of it as giving up; think of it as letting creation come to you.”

Finally, I didn’t just understand it; I could feel it. A comfortable silence settled between us as an old song played on the radio and we passed a sign marking the state border, new landscapes unfolding before us. Trees lined the road, casting long shadows that stretched like welcoming arms.

“So… instead of pushing or forcing things, I allow. But then, how do I know if I’m on the right track? How do I know it’s really happening?” I asked, half-joking, half-wondering.

The Master chuckled, a full, rich laugh that filled the car and warmed the space between us. “You can’t get it wrong,” he said, wiping a nonexistent tear from his eye. 

Then his tone softened, becoming almost conspiratorial. “The funny thing is that I know you’re thinking that nothing’s happening. No, not with your human senses, it’s not. You cannot feel it in the old way or think it in the old way, nor do you want it to.” He paused, glancing over, his eyes glinting. “How do you know something’s happening? It’s happening because you’re allowing it. How do you know that Master Sense is here? Because it is! It couldn’t be any simpler than that.”

He paused, his words lingering in the space between us. I could feel myself relaxing just a little as he continued.

“How do you know what this Master Sense is? Because you’ve always had it. And you know what the best part is? It’s all happening, whether or not you try. The only thing you need to do is allow it. Trust it. It’s a bit like this road trip, don’t you think? You’re the one doing the driving, and I’m just here enjoying the experience, trusting that your impressive driving skills will take us to our destination. It doesn’t matter what that destination is, but I trust we’ll get there.”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “Trust and allow, huh? And here I was, thinking I had to create a twelve-step ‘Allowing Process’ with diagrams and color-coded charts to master up,” I smirked, glancing at him.

He reached over, giving my shoulder a light squeeze. “You’ve already mastered up by being here, by choosing to experience all of it exactly as it is. And that – well, that’s what it’s all about. It’s simpler than you think, but it’s a lesson that takes a lifetime to understand.”

I took a deep breath and relaxed my grip on the steering wheel yet again. The sky deepened with colors that seemed brighter, more vivid, and the road stretched ahead, endless yet finite, leading us toward wherever it was we needed to go. For the first time, I didn’t feel the need to figure out where that was.

As the sun dipped lower, casting a golden glow on everything it touched, I eased my grip on the steering wheel just a little bit more, trusting the road, trusting the moment, and, finally, trusting myself.

The words of the Master in this story are based on Adamus’ channels from:

(Next) Series – Shoud 12

Walk on Series – Shoud 5