i was sitting outside with my coffee listening to the birds and gazing at the water when into my mind floated thoughts of adamus’s stories about masters and students.
and i realised that each time adamus began to tell one of these stories it was like i was transported back in time. a time that feels like how i envision the mystery schools to have felt.
and i saw/felt that previously i have seen/felt the master and the student as 2 separate people. the master looking/feeling distinctly like adamus and the student looking/feeling distinctly like me
but this morning i realise the master and the student are not 2 separate people. they are 2 separate parts of ME.