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.