DEAR MASTER ….

DEAR MASTER ….

✨AI Generated

By Carolina Oquendo

I was scrolling through YouTube again.

I didn’t even know why – just that I couldn’t stop. Video after video, headline after headline. Breaking news: Diplomatic tensions escalate. A trade war is unfolding. 

And, of course, Trump was at the center of it.

I clicked on a video of a panel discussion. Political analysts throwing words back and forth, their voices heavy with urgency. They spoke as if they knew, as if they had any real control over what was happening.

My chest tightened. I could feel it creeping in – the anxiety, the helpless frustration. Why did it feel so personal? Why did it feel like I was being pulled into the storm?

The worst part? I knew better.

I knew the world was shifting. I knew it was all just energy moving. And yet – here I was, drowning in it.

My phone buzzed.

“Let’s take a walk.”

It was him.

I hesitated. But I knew I needed this.

We met near the edge of town, where the streets were quieter, where the world felt less like a battlefield. He was waiting for me by a bench, hands in his coat pockets, watching the sky shift from afternoon gold to the deep blues of early evening.

We started walking without a word.

After a few minutes, I broke the silence.

“I can’t take it anymore,” I admitted. “Everything is unraveling. The world is a mess. And no matter how much I tell myself that it’s all energy shifting, I still feel like I’m getting pulled into it.”

He nodded slightly, like he’d expected this.

“It’s not just the world, that’s just the tip of the iceberg” I continued, kicking a loose rock on the pavement. “It’s me. I feel like I’m standing on the edge of something, and I don’t know what’s on the other side. What if I’m making a mistake? What if this whole path isn’t real?”

He glanced at me, amused.

“You’re at the breaking point,” he said simply. “The part where you either step through or step back. And stepping back? That’s not really an option anymore, is it?”

I exhaled sharply. “No,” I admitted.

We walked a little further. He let me stew in my own thoughts before he spoke again.

“You come to the point here in getting back into trust with yourself. Every part of you – your body, mind, spirit, your aspects, the God within, your divinity, every potential experienced and not – truly wants to serve you. It is you. It is you.”

Something in my chest tightened. I looked away.

“So you come to the point of being here right now and saying, ‘I’ve got to trust myself. I’ve got to absolutely let go.’”

I frowned. “Let go of what?”

“Of needing to understand,” he said. “Of wanting certainty. Of trying to shape it all. Not letting go to something – some god, some outside force – but letting go into yourself.”

I swallowed. “And what happens then?”

He smirked. “It’s scary as hell.”

We reached an old bridge, and I leaned against the railing, staring at the water below. The streetlights flickered on, casting long shadows on the pavement.

My fingers traced the cold metal of the railing.

And then it hit me.

✨AI Generated

I turned to him, my voice quieter now. “It’s just me, isn’t it?”

He raised an eyebrow.

“All of this… all the searching, all the questioning, all the anxiety… it’s because I was looking for something outside of me. But there isn’t anything, is there? There’s only me.”

A slow smile passed across his face.

“Now you see it.”

I turned back toward the water. My chest felt tight. My heart was racing but not with anxiety. It was something else – something deeper, something I didn’t quite know how to name.

“That’s terrifying,” I whispered.

He nodded. “Of course it is. You spent lifetimes believing in something outside of you. Guides, kings, gods, the universe, even teachers like me. But there’s no one else. It’s all you.”

I gripped the railing. “But why is that so scary?”

“Because it means you are responsible for everything,” he said. “There’s no higher power to blame. No fate. No destiny written in the stars. It’s just you, choosing – creating – in every moment. And when you realize that… there’s nowhere left to hide.”

I inhaled sharply.

He stepped closer.

“You’re realizing that there’s no safety net. No structure holding you up. And the human part of you? It’s freaking out, because it doesn’t know how to exist without someone or something telling it what to do. But the Master in you?” He tapped his chest. “That part already knows. It’s been waiting for you to catch up.”

I let his words settle, staring out at the water.

“So how do I trust myself?” I asked, barely above a whisper.

He leaned against the railing beside me.

“You stop looking for proof,” he said.

I turned to him.

“You keep waiting for some kind of sign that you’re on the right path, that you won’t mess it up. But that’s still looking outward. Trust isn’t something you prove first. It’s something you allow. It’s a choice, not an outcome.”

Then, the doubt came rushing back.

“But what about the world?” I asked. “Everything’s a mess. If this keeps up, I won’t – “

“No,” he said sharply. “You don’t get caught in it. You don’t try to fix the world. You don’t waste your energy battling politics, social causes, or trying to find solutions to shield your life from whatever is happening.”

“But how can I just ignore it?”

“You’re not ignoring it. You’re seeing it for what it is – just energy moving. Instead of getting entangled in the chaos, step back and look at the energy dynamics. What’s actually happening beneath the surface? What’s shifting? What’s breaking apart so something new can emerge?”

I frowned.

“Look at what’s happening with politics, for example. You see division, conflict, drama. But if you look at the energy, what do you really see? Systems crumbling. Structures being exposed. People being forced to confront things they once ignored. It’s not about right or wrong – it’s about movement. And movement means change.”

I exhaled. “So instead of reacting, I just observe the energy?”

He nodded. “Yes. And more than that, you allow your light to be present in it.”

“But then what do I do?” I asked. “Just sit back and watch?”

“You shine,” he said.

I gave him a skeptical look.

He chuckled. “You think that’s not enough. That just being doesn’t do anything. But your light is doing more than you could possibly understand. You see yourself as just sitting on a park bench while the world burns, but in reality, you’re the one bringing the light that will change everything.”

I let out a slow breath.

“I feel like I’ve been holding my breath for years.”

“Then exhale,” he said.

I did. 

And something in me let go.

Just a little. Just enough.

I met his eyes. “I still feel a little scared.”

“Good,” he said. “That means you’re standing at the threshold.”

He smiled.

“Now all you have to do… is step through.”

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

Masters Series – Shoud 3

Passion 2020 Series – Shoud 1

Merlin I Am Series – Shoud 1

Art of Benching Series – Shoud 1

ALT Series – Shoud 9