Prologue

Once upon a time, there was a Soul. The Soul was on a journey of life. Everybody knows that a journey needs a Guide called a ‘Master’ or a ‘Guru’. Now here lied the problem! Every soul, in its journey, is suppose to have a dedicated Master and the Master comes only when the time comes. The Soul of our story is a child soul, not yet grown up to have a Master or understand the Master’s spiritual teaching.

The Soul knew that there are several Masters in this world who not just guide their pupil but also, by mass teaching, show right path to other poor wandering souls. Many different religious and spiritual orders were formed in the name of Masters as well as bluffers. The Soul did not want to join any order for several reasons.

The Soul couldn’t tell apart an apple from an orange. It wasn’t experienced, wasn’t wise enough and was aware of its inexperience. The Soul also disliked the dark side of any order. Many souls from order remember the teacher but forget the teachings. Such souls do not learn. They get so busy praising the Master as God that they forget that God lies inside everyone. They show utter respect to their Master but utmost intolerance to fellow beings. And the result is just a game of power & politics. The Soul neither wanted to get corrupt nor wanted to suffer as a peasant in the power play that happened in the name of a divine Master. Hence, the Soul decided not to join any order.

Once a wiser soul mentioned –

“Learn from everything for God teaches through everything and everyone. We all are but instruments of God’s Will.”

The Soul chose its teacher to be Everything till the Master comes.

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