Esther: Cracking Nuts

Esther (Book 2 of Waldmeer – 2nd Generation).
Chapter 12: Cracking Nuts

Bob Owens’s Indian guru was a tough nut. His students never knew what he was going to do next. He could do anything, and often did do all manner of things to surprise, awaken, and shake his students from their mindsets. All of his followers were certainly kept on their toes. Actually, he had a relatively small group of followers. Bob was not sure if that was by the Master’s choice or if most people couldn’t tolerate his style.

Once, the guru sent a letter to Bob who was living on his coastal land (now Prana Community) in the Leleks. He asked Bob to come immediately to India to see him. Bob had only recently returned home from a trip to his guru. In those days, it was a long, expensive, and tiring journey. Nevertheless, he devotedly set off the next day. With plenty of time to ponder what could possibly be so important that the Master would call him again so soon, Bob dared to entertain the possibility that his guru might pass on special secrets of the mystical path. Maybe, thought Bob, it is enlightenment.

Barely containing his excitement when he reached the Master’s house in the South Indian village, Bob thought about how much he loved the Master. He has given me so muchHe has given me a new life and taught me everything I know, at least, everything of importance that I know. Yes, it’s challenging, but where would I be without him – lost and going around in pointless circles.

Exhausted, but full of love and with tears in his eyes, he opened the door and said, “Master, I have come. I am here. I spared no time or expense in getting back as quickly as I could. Tell me, dear teacher, how may I serve you?”

“Why are you here again?” asked the guru with barely a glance towards the door where the dirty, hungry Bob stood expectantly.

Although confused, Bob persevered “Master, you sent a letter asking me to come. I came as quickly as I possibly could.”

“Oh, yes, so I did,” said the Master. “I forgot. Anyway, it mustn’t have been important.” With a wave of his hand and a slight chuckle, he dismissed Bob.

To say Bob was shocked would be an understatement of grand proportions. He stood motionless. Incredulous. “But Master,” he whimpered.

The Guru turned to look at him squarely and stood to his full height. He was a tall man, especially for India. Tall, and all lean muscle. Years of yoga had formed him slowly and methodically into a perfect, male, yogic specimen of health. He looked at Bob with his dark, unfathomable eyes and repeated, “I said you may go.”

Bob knew not to contradict him. Anyway, what would be the point? he asked himself. I came here out of love, but love I have not received in return. 

He closed the door sadly and walked to the end of the guru’s beautiful, tender garden. Tears of sorrow and disappointment streamed down his already wet face. How could he be so cruel when I give him everything I am? The words choked at his throat. Then he got angry. Throwing his sacred books on the ground, he jumped on them for good measure, and stormed off for the arduous trip home, vowing never to return.

Unbeknown to Bob, the Master watched him through the window. A tear also ran down the guru’s face. He turned to one of his disciples and said, “He came so close. So very close. If only he would let me crack him.”

Read more of Esther (Book 2 of Waldmeer – 2nd Generation)

The Waldmeer Series is much more than an engaging story. It is a doorway to personal and spiritual advancement. Waldmeer is an idyllic coastal village with stunning natural beauty. It is a place of healing with its quiet, repetitive rhythm and has remained relatively undamaged by the outside world. The simple events of Waldmeer belie the far more complex events of the interdimensional worlds. These worlds meet and merge. Here is the beginning of Waldmeer – 2nd Generation.
Pittown (Book 1) In amongst the momentary glory and inevitable change is the unrelenting, ferocious desire to express the soul through a limited body in the hope that it can bring some peace to a painful inner and outer world. Along with all the dirty work, there is also love. Along with all the dirty dancing, there is also purity. Along with all the hatred, hurt, and anger, there is also healing.

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