10-05-2012, 11:14 AM
The Message of A Master
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Presuming that there are many who are just as
skeptical concerning things bordering on the extraordinary as I
have been practically all of my life, I offer the following story and
system of practice to each reader for what it is
worth, with the suggestion that he take it or leave it, just as
he sees fit.
It was Saturday afternoon and I had returned from a
late lunch. The help had left for the day and I was alone. My
business had dropped off considerably of late and while
conditions were not alarming, yet they were sufficient to
cause me some concern. Then again, I had recently indulged
in some real estate speculation which had not proved
successful. Taking it all in all, it was not a very cheerful
outlook. In fact the most serious problem of my business
career was up for solution.
Sitting there in deep thought in an effort to discover a way
out, I was aroused by the telephone bell. Placing the receiver to
my ear I was startled at hearing the familiar voice of my old friend,
David Bentley. It required no great stretch of the imagination to
believe it a voice from the dead, for less
than a month before he had left for Europe on the urgent advice
of his physician to take an ocean voyage, preferably, but get away
somewhere, in the hope that a change would effect an
improvement in his condition, which was a serious breakdown,
due to worry over conditions which, strangely, were similar to
what I was now experiencing.
As he spoke, his voice carried such striking power and
feeling that I was reminded of my last impression of Dave as we
sorrowfully parted with him, a miserable shadow of his former
self, and we questioned as to whether we would ever see him
again.
But here he was back again, and surely some great
change had taken place in him. Remarking that a miracle
must have happened, he assured me that I had guessed
about right, adding, “Tom, I know that you are puzzled over my
early return and I also know that you never expected to see me
again. But I’m back and I’m the luckiest man in the
world, for I learned something that I never knew existed.
“Tom, nothing is impossible with me any more, for I can do
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anything. I am master of my own destiny and I can make my life
anything that I wish it to be.
“Oh, don’t think I’m crazy. Wait until you hear my
story.” Feigning a laugh to cover my serious curiosity, I
remarked that he must have stumbled over some newfangled
religion. To which he replied, “On the contrary, it concerns no
religion of any kind or of anybody. You see, I met a Master. A
wonderful man who has so developed his powers that he can do
anything, and he taught me a secret that no price could ever buy.
You know that I lost my health and I lost my wealth. Well, I have
regained my health and I will have the wealth in no time. Oh, it’s
a strange story.” Of course I became excited to see him at once
and when to his inquiry about the club I replied that there were
no changes, he hung up after saying, “Meet me there at 9:00
tonight and I will unfold a series of the most remarkable and
fortunate happenings that could fall to the lot of any man.”
I sat there unmoved for some minutes like a man in a
dream, so completely absorbed had I become in the
remarkable recital. Upon recovering myself I became possessed
of the feeling that I had suddenly grown too big for the office.
That I had outgrown that little place. I must get outside and
expand in the fresh air. Feverish with excitement, I put on my
hat and stepped out. Feeling that there was something
wonderful for me in his story, I was
seized with an uncontrollable desire to hear it at once. I
turned in the direction of his office, but recalling that he was
no longer there, was forced to wait until evening. The
remainder of that day was spent in restlessly pacing the
streets and I was greatly relieved when the hour to go to the
club arrived.
Having resolved to get Dave away where we would not
be disturbed, I entered and stepped quickly to the desk, only to
be informed that he had telephoned some time before to tell me
that he had been called away and would be back the following
evening. Trying to conceal my feelings of disappointment, I
turned quickly and was greeted by three friends who had seen
him, and each was excitedly trying to tell me of the wonders that
had taken place. Miserable and
disconsolate, I broke away from them without uttering a
word, walked out into the night and home.