The Whisper of the Master

By Moriel Yamanu

Is your life at a standstill? Every day is a painful and banal repetition of the previous one? The world you live in is too grаy and you are looking for colors? Do you need a change? Do you need to find a higher purpose in your life? A Mission? This is the life of Christian - one of many self-described ordinary citizens. He sets out on a journey in search of a mythical spiritual teacher. But instead of finding what he seeks, he is found by someone else. Someone Veiled and Hidden...
A story about an occult student who must choose between two Masters. A story about the final choice and the lives of those who chose the Path of esoteric knowledge. A story of ignorance and sacrifice, of false teachings and true leaders. A story of the world of magic, an ancient secret society and a long planned conspiracy that would change the world. Christian is drawn into a game in which his own life and that of millions of others are at stake. Will Christian be able to win this game or will he end up just a pawn on the game board?
This is a story in which the protagonist is you, the reader. There's a hidden power inside you that you probably don't suspect. The Power of Choice. A choice of how to take this book - as a novel or as a study book, as a true story or as a fairy tale. Will you stay forever in your gray everyday life or will you go on a quest to find your Hidden Master? Will you be a leader or choose to be a follower? Will you succeed in becoming a hero and have your name echoed through the ages or will you be forgotten? Whatever you choose, know that for every true Disciple, there is always a true Master - Hidden and Veiled. You only have to choose to find him... This book will not tell you how to find him, but it will show you how you might begin this glorious Path...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Sep 30, 2022
• ISBN: 9781387674480

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THE WHISPER OF THE MASTER

BY

MORIEL YAMANU

Copyright 2022 by Moriel Yamanu, mail to: [e-mail]

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ISBN 978-1-387-67448-0

PROLOGUE

ONE NIGHT IN THE GREAT GRAY CITY

There is one Absolute Source from which all parallel Multiverses originate. Much later this Primordial Source was called the Flame, mainly because it was the one that cast the shadows that were the various Universes and Shadow Worlds existing simultaneously, as it was still too early to speak of time.

        In one of the many Worlds, there was one inhabited by a strange species called humans. Strange because it was distinguished from all other species by its colorfulness. All across nature, a fierce battle for survival was being waged, and only those who were Needed remained. Yet it was rare to see such fragmentation within a biological species as it was with man. Very often many unseen eyes were turned to the World of Men, for there could be seen unusual things, uncharacteristic of other Worlds where relative order reigned, even when there were moments of extreme transformation. Man was capable of inventing incredible inventions with which to push humanity forward, but at the same time he was unsurpassed in the destruction of the World in which he lived.

Of course, those who had the talent to invent something new were few, and in most cases not even human, but envoys from other Shadow Worlds - some on merit, others as a form of exile. Others had to pass an ordeal before being allowed to return. Either way, coming up with something new and original was no easy task.

        Few are those who have the imagination and courage to imagine something they have not seen before. Most people are content with what they can see, or better said, with what is selectively shown to them. That is why they do not create anything, but only copy. When an original is copied thousands of times, it fades, loses its value, and then the need arises for a new original to appear. But who can create an original? Someone who has the imagination and the courage to imagine something they have not seen before and has the will to make it happen. Usually these so rare creatures never remain indifferent to humanity. A part of the people despise them for their audacity and their reluctance to change, and another part worship them as spiritual Masters and often ascribe to them qualities and merits much higher than the real ones.

      There had come just such a moment in the World - the copying of the same fictional stories had led to a degeneration of some seemingly pure ideas. Centuries of ignorance in the name of righteous belief, thanks to which a select few had enhanced and enriched themselves, while the rest, which consisted of only one gender, couldn't even read. They might become too curious and question the established authority. After these centuries of inquisition in the name of the good and the holy and the halting of man's natural intellectual progress, the time had come to rethink all that had happened up to that point. Thus a new religion known as science had emerged. It questioned the dogmas of religions, denied the existence of a devil, and proudly declared that the only evil in the world was man's ignorance. The world was thus faced with a new danger - from this strong polarity between religion and science, man was missing out on many hidden truths and messages. The time had come for someone to recall what the original idea of creation was and to prepare people for the difficult times that lay ahead.

      Then he appeared - the White Sage. Few had heard of him before his departure. Although he had returned from far western lands, people associated him with the sunrise because by his presence and teachings he was able to bring light into the lives of people and illuminate their souls that had fallen into the darkness of ignorance. The world needed a new sun to warm the frostbitten souls.

***

      The Great Gray City breathed heavily in the cool night. The Great Gray City... A place where everyone is so close to each other, yet so far away, like sailors surrounded by the vastness of the sea, but without the opportunity to quench their thirst with salt water. The Great Gray City that offered so many opportunities, and the people in it had no choice but to continue their miserable existence day after day. An existence that was like yesterday's cold bread - one day you eat it with salt, the next day with marmalade, but in the end it remains the same cold bread. Yes. The Great Gray City. Back in ancient times, the first cities with heavy stone walls were formed to ward off attacks from enemies. There were no longer walls because the enemy was no longer at the city gates either.  He had long since slipped inside the city and had captured its heart. Thus the man had become a slave without suspecting it himself. The enemy was not material, nor did it come from outside. It was spiritual and it was in the home of every citizen.

      Christian was one of all those who proudly called themselves citizens, worthy pillars of civilization and modernization. The pride of belonging to the community. A community was a group, and a group spoke of strength. A force that could crush the individual and impose a seemingly secure and predictable life. That was why Christian's life was no different than anyone else's.

    He'd grown up with his parents always busy, who when they weren't busy bickering amongst themselves, were constantly explaining to him how he wasn't good enough or able enough. Something was always wrong with him. And when something was wrong, it was mainly because Christian was failing to be in sync with society - his spiritual father and judge. Up to that point, his life had gone predictably. School - the place where he learned that if you were different you could incur the wrath of the teachers, and sometimes the school bullies. If he was too diligent in his lessons, it brought no real results, only the illusion of false and unworkable knowledge and the envy and malice of other students. If he fell behind in his lessons, he earned the ridicule of his classmates - as if, though young, these creatures sensed what nature had laid down for them - that only the strong should win, and that it was the duty of the strong to trample on the weak. It was not necessary to be just. What is justice? For the deer to catch and eat the tiger in revenge for his slain fellows? While not so bad for a movie plot, but highly unrealistic. Nature knew no such fanciful notions as justice - it just wanted only one thing - to survive, to live, and so it could not tolerate the weak, the ignorant, the backward. So after those ever so instructive years at school, Christian had learned a lesson that few had the intellect, or the desire to understand - the purpose of school was to create mediocre people - neither brilliant nor retarded. Society tolerated the mediocre, the ones who didn't ask questions, the ones who bowed their heads easily. The society did not need leaders, it needed servants to perform, and to make them obedient it invented all kinds of entertainments to exhaust them to the maximum so that nobody would have the strength to ask the right questions. And how can anyone hope to gain enlightenment, or in plain language, get the right answer, if he has not first asked the right question? Christian was brought up to believe that having a particular opinion is dangerous - it may not appeal to someone - so better to accept things as they are and not ask questions. 

So, with the end of school, the colorful life of children had faded and with it the dreams of adventure and heroes. Being a hero in the Great Gray City was too dangerous. In Christian's life, there was only one color of gray left. Gray streets, gray buildings, people in gray clothes with gray smiles that seemed a little dirty. 

    At university, Christian had already learned his lesson - he was neither behind nor excellent. During lectures he sat quietly without being called on, not wanting to stand out. So his colleagues accepted him very well without even knowing anything specific about him. That's why almost nobody remembered him after graduation. He wouldn't forget that glorious moment - graduation. His parents were so proud of him. He had graduated from college, even though his actual knowledge was mediocre at best and had never yet been put into action. That is to say, it was not knowledge at all, but the sum of other people's voluntarily accepted and rote statements. Whatever…. He had graduated. It didn't matter anymore how many times he'd been torn apart on exams, or when he'd taken the exams with the help of Phoenician signs proposed to the professors the night before. It didn't matter. So what? The others were doing it too. He wasn't the only one. What mattered was that he was now a graduate. He stood proudly beside his fellow students, clutching the piece of paper that would ensure him a brilliant life. The Principle was reading some poignant words - how the future lay with these young men. Surprisingly how he hadn't memorized it after reading the same text every year? Clearly nothing had changed. Same young people. Full of hope for a better life, full of expectations. Young people who would soon find out that life is not as orderly as the university library, where we keep silence lest we accidentally distract someone. Life would have surprised them greatly. Life is not quiet. It is boiling. It is not orderly. It is chaotic and there is one rule - the strong will prevail. But it was still early for that lesson. Now it was a moment of joy and triumph. All the graduates stood side by side and a sense of Liberty, Fraternity and Equality was in the air. Free from university obligations. All had succeeded. They were equal. It was a beautiful moment for Christian. And for him and his tearful parents. It wasn't very clear what their tears were for exactly - because they were proud of him that with years of studying, cheating on exams and some bribery or other, he'd finally graduated and now his father wouldn't have to pay university fees and had a reason to kick him out of the house as soon as his son got a job. Or maybe the tears were because they knew the truth - their son's youth had run its course and now he was firmly fucked.

    This so grand and beautiful moment of Liberty, Fraternity and Equality as one would expect with all the miracles the Jews have fabricated, did not last long and the hour of truth arrived. Everyone took their sacred piece of paper called a diploma and most went back to their ordinary lives. Many of the students returned to their villages after they could not find a job. Those who had parents with connections in society, started jobs that were arranged even before they started university. Christian stayed in the family flat - gray as everything around. He got a job - nothing he'd ever dreamed of, but a job nonetheless. He was earning enough to move out of the family nest now, but not enough to save for anything more. That of course doomed him to stay in the Great Gray City for the rest of his life, or so it seemed at the time.

      But years had passed since then. He was a proud and independent man, living a carefree and relatively happy life by human standards - in other words he was not married. His parents constantly nagged him that it was time for him to get married. How they knew it was his time is hard to say. Probably because it was some unwritten social norm. You're born, your parents teach you to be cowardly, timid, obedient and impersonal. Then this dangerous behavior is reinforced in school. University prepares you to serve society. If you do well, that is if you earn well, you have an excuse to postpone marriage and children. If you don't do well, the only solution to excuse yourself to society for your lack of success is by getting married and having kids, which gives you some sense that you're not completely worthless and mediocre. Then the cycle turns again and you have to pass on all your skills and knowledge, or rather lack thereof, to your children - teach them how to be the same losers and punish them by robbing them of all their dreams because that's what happened to you. Then all you have left is to grow old and pay taxes, unless you are illegal immigrant. Then you don't pay taxes - you just get old.

    This whole life cycle passes as if in a half-sleep. The fear of asking the right questions is so strong that it paralyses people's already limited ability to think. The right questions sometimes appear in the last days of life when there is nowhere left to hide. In fact, most people pass from this world precisely because of the answers they get. That their whole life has been an illusion and a complete failure. They have worked a job that no one cares about. They have no deeds to be remembered. Have left children who are... somewhere in the world and their emotional kinship is limited to phone calls. Ah... if only they could get another chance. A new life. Would they have lived it the same way? Hardly. People regret more what they missed to do than the mistakes they made. Some people ask themselves these questions in their last days. But Christian is asking them now. Sitting alone in his gray apartment, in a gray building, in the Great Gray City.

    All night sleep did not overtake him. This time the problem was much worse. The problem was that there was no specific problem to solve. Yes… When a person has a specific problem, he concentrates on it and tries to solve it on the basis of his experience, and if it is not enough, he consults friends and relatives. No. The problem was that there was no specific problem. The problem was not about work. It wasn't the lack of money. The problem wasn't a woman. The problem was that he was sick of everything. Day after day, the same thing. His life had alternating moments of happiness and sadness, like everyone else's, but there was no completeness. There was no meaning. It felt like he wasn't living, just surviving. His life didn't have much meaning. The world could do without him - an ordinary worker no different from the rest. But if with other people, (if it ever occurred to them to stop the constant regimen of consumption and entertainment and ask themselves what was going on) it elicited shrugs and excuses that everyone else was like this, with Christian it elicited anger. Anger at the people who lived obediently like sheep. Anger at society and its enslaving rules. Anger mostly at himself because he'd been weak-willed and let other people predetermine his fate. No. He wouldn't. He wasn't going to be just a spectator and watch life pass him by slowly. He was going to be a hero. A good one. Or bad. Exactly what kind didn't matter. What mattered was that he was going to be some kind of hero and leave some kind of mark in this godforsaken desert called life.

    Many people think that spiritual awakening happens gradually and beautifully like the movement of the rising sun. Perhaps it is because they have never awakened. The moments that change our lives are as instantaneous and surprising as lightning - the aftermath is a gradual process that is simply the result of the action of change. And so that sleepless night would change Christian's whole life.

    This was his problem, without knowing it himself - he had woken up and now he had no idea what to do. And what is spiritual awakening? To doubt the World. To doubt your Life. To make a conscious choice for the first time without caring about society's opinion. Although in books and movies, such moments are presented with dramatic music and the hero saying some very philosophical words, Christian was alone in his quiet room and the thought that went through his head over and over was, Damn you all! Go to hell! 

    Teacher... Yes. That's what he needed. A spiritual Master. That`s  what he needed. Someone to give him guidance on how to rebuild his life. Word had reached the Great Gray City of a spiritual Master who had returned from far off western lands. Although he preached an environmentally friendly life in harmony with nature, his teachings had frightened many people with their audacity to question worldly authority and the established order. He was known to be found near the mountain lakes where he delivered his lessons. That was where Christian had to go.

    As the old saying goes, When the student is ready, the teacher will appear. Of course, this is empty philosophizing from people who have read many of the modern spiritual books without ever being a character in any book. The disciple is never ready for his first meeting with the Master. That is precisely the point. How will someone who is not ready cope. What kind of test is it to check someone who has studied? Life is much more uncompromising, unlike corrupt government officials and teachers. Life doesn't take bribes and always tests you when you're not ready. And Christian wasn't ready, but he had made up his mind. What kind of adventure is it where the hero is always ready?

    Christian left his home, left his job, left his family and friends. He packed some luggage into a backpack, his new and only friend, and hit the road. It wasn't long before the Great Gray City was far behind him and everything around him began to take on color. He no longer had a home, or a job, or friends and family to tell him what to do. There wasn't. There wasn't. And precisely because he had nothing, he had nothing more to lose. There was nothing safe anymore.  It was then that his footsteps took on a strange confidence they hadn't had before. And then he was relieved. A slight smile appeared on his face. For the first time in years, he was smiling. Without it being funny or someone causing him to smile. He was just smiling. He was alive again. Step by step he was creating the path of his new life. 

PART ONE

FIRST DAY

  It was just that time when the night still could not make up its mind to leave, and the day was still gathering courage to appear on the world stage and play its trite part again. Christian was climbing the sharp ridge. He felt no fatigue, not so much because of the energy of youth as because he had made up his mind and his mind was too busy to call again with his incessant complaints that the body was tired and needed rest.

    As he crossed the ridge, all his thoughts were instantly cut short by the sight that opened before him. The sun had already begun to remind him of itself and herald its appearance, though it was not yet visible. But even this scant light was enough for Christian to see what could not be forgotten. Below him, near the lake, a spectacle was being enacted that few could see. Nine shepherds, dressed in white and clean, though coarse and in a rustic way simple, were walking their sheep, and waving their hands in a strange manner. In fact, their movements were so fluid that it was more like a dance. It also gave the impression that they were not trying to talk to each other, though, there were chants that Christian could not make out because of the distance between them. Though at first, he thought their movements were chaotic, after a moment he realized that both the shepherds and the sheep were actually moving in a circle. Or rather, in concentric circles. There was only one that wasn't moving. He stood in the center, and it was around him that all the other sheep and shepherds revolved, going in continuous circles without really going anywhere, like a favorite story of an old man who repeats it every day to his grandchildren, believing to himself that the tale is still interesting. Even though the one standing in the center wasn't moving, it was noticeable that he was the reason everyone was gathered here. He stood apart from the shepherds. He wasn't from these lands. He was dressed like a true gentleman in a beautifully tailored white suit that contrasted with the rustic clothes of the others, and if whoever else wore it, it would look ridiculous to the untrained eye. No. He was not one of them, and his garments only showed the purity and perfection to which the shepherds aspired, who would probably never have worn such fine and well-cut clothes. The man had a noble bearing, accentuated by his long white hair and beard, and his gaze was fixed somewhere in the distance. Where human eyes could not reach. Christian already knew this was the sage he had chosen as his master. The thought had not crossed his youthful mind, which had long since lost its innocence, though still naïve, as to whether the sage should not in fact have chosen him. But of course, like everyone who came from the Great Gray City, Christian had been programmed to think like a consumer and to believe that since we wanted something, we should get it, since we were unique. Everyone did what they did because of us, either to please us or, more often, to harm us. In short, the whole universe was constantly busy thinking about what we want and pleasing us.

    Left dazed by the sight, Christian dared not step forward. He decided not to interrupt the dance of the white shepherds and sheep. In fact, the sheep were not lagging behind the shepherds at all - they were coordinated, neither rushing nor lagging, and generally very disciplined and childlike. As he would find out later, these sheep were no ordinary sheep, nor were the shepherds ordinary shepherds. The shepherds were the Occult Disciples of the White Sage, and the sheep were the Followers of his teachings. The sheep also followed the White Sage, hoping to evolve into a higher life form in a future incarnation. For this reincarnation they had to be content to play this beautiful dance, watch the sunrise and graze green grass to their hearts` content.

    Before long the dance was over and the shepherds and their sheep sat down around the wise man. Christian decided that this was the best time to introduce himself to the wise man and reveal to him his innermost desire to dedicate to the spiritual. As he approached, no one paid any attention to him. The shepherds sat in silence, and on their faces shone the quiet smiles of people who had understood something beyond the comprehension of others, but who also understood that this secret could not be passed on, but only experienced, and so they did not bother to talk much.

    Christian coughed. The shepherds turned to him, though they did not deign to greet him. The sage looked at him compassionately. Something was lodged in Christian's throat. He had spent a lifetime learning how to answer people's questions, and it was usually in rote patterns. He rarely had to say anything significant on his own initiative. But the sage and the shepherds continued to remain silent and watch him quietly in anticipation. At last the human product of the Great Gray City said timidly:

  I am... Christian!

  No one answered him. Did it seem to him that the smiles of the shepherds had widened? The wise man raised his eyebrows slightly, the way his school teacher did when someone explained that the dog ate his homework.

    I am…  with a downcast look, Christian continued thoughtfully: Actually, the truth is, I really don't know who I am anymore, and that's why I came here, to find myself. Uttering this, Christian finally dared to look up at the Sage to receive his sentence. The shepherds nodded in understanding, as if they had listened to this clichéd and pathetic, albeit sincere, explanation a thousand times.

    It is not you who has chosen to come among us, the White Sage said slowly, letting each word ebb in the young man's mind. It is God who sent you. You are not here to look for yourself. What are you without God? Seek God and your soul will shine again.

    Christian couldn't react right away. Yeah... That's right... God. It was like he'd been swimming underwater for a long time and now he was surfacing and could finally catch his breath. God. That was the answer to his torment. To know God.

    How shall I know God, Master?  logically, though unimaginatively, Christian asked his question.

    The secret is not to know God, but to seek him constantly. It is to work constantly, as is proper for every Occult Disciple. You can't know God, but there is a way to get closer to him, The Sage paused strategically to let his words make a few laps around the young man's mind. Had he remained silent any longer, the boy would have logically asked what is the way and so a game of questions and answers would have begun and the planned lesson would have taken on the smell of an interview. Instead, the White Sage, took the initiative to show from the start, who would lead and who would follow and how this game would be played. So when he saw that Christian was already beginning to assimilate what he had been told, but had not yet formulated his next question, he continued, It doesn't matter to God if you're good, it matters if you're truthful. Only the love of Truth can bring you closer to God.

    Those words were well chosen. They were wise, or at least so they sounded. It made the students run them over and over in their minds like a mantra and fed their poor souls with the feeling that they had become part of something great that they didn't yet understand, but whatever - at least it made their hearts feel good. Christian felt exactly like that. Naturally, he understood nothing of these so abstract, though beautiful words, which lacked, besides any concreteness, at least some methodology from where to begin this great quest. But that was precisely the point. Now Christian was spellbound and just waiting to get more food.

    That is why I have come here, Master. To learn and get closer to God.

The White Sage smiled amiably like a grandfather to a grandchild who once again could not learn the multiplication table. The White Sage knew perfectly well that people did not come to learn. Not at first, though they were fooling themselves into thinking so. They come to be inspired and to feel better. An ordinary philosopher could easily be fooled, but the White Sage was no ordinary philosopher. He knew that Christian wasn't coming to him consciously, but that he was just running away from something else. But it was not worthwhile to note this indisputable fact. So, the conversation would only stall, and the White had his work to do anyway. So, he urged Christian:

    Sit among us. Today we will talk about the predation of the wolf and how to heal and purify ourselves.

Shepherds and sheep sent knowledge-hungry glances, and Christian sat down next to the sheep nearest him.

  The White already had the attention of everyone present and could have easily started his lecture, but he decided to cast a wistful glance at the horizon. Looking so intent on something secret, he wouldn't give any of his students the courage to interject with a question or comment. Today's lesson was an important one and he wanted to build up some tension so that everyone could listen to his words in addition to hearing them and thinking about them in depth. When he judged that the pause now matched the importance of the lesson, White began from afar:

  A new universal time is coming. Each time has its unique markings. Man should adapt to it or he will not be able to continue on his path. It will be a time in which Light will prevail and people will live according to the principles of Love of Truth. In this new time predators and bullies will not be allowed. Only spiritually evolved people will pass, the White paused briefly to see if everyone was paying attention. The shepherds had sent understanding glances, as if all this was already abundantly clear to them, but they didn't mind hearing the same words over and over again. The sheep looked on blearily, apparently trying to imagine those glorious times of light and love, when the sheep, for the first time in the history of the earth, would be honored and wouldn't even have to do any feats, but just be themselves, that is, sheep. Of course, the sheep couldn't imagine this new world in detail, but they didn't particularly care if it was God's world, Boogeyman`s world, or whoever's world it would be - what was more important was that they would be safe and there would be no wolves. It sounded like a very lucrative spiritual bargain that was a win-win situation for everyone. Satisfied by at least the seeming concentration of the occult class, the White One continued, That's why I call righteous people sheep and sinful people wolves. The wolf is selfish –- he thinks only of himself. He does not think of the world. Therefore, the wolf and the sheep are two opposite types. The sheep helps the other sheep, and the wolf thinks only how to satiate his hunger. But we have to love the wolf because he is temporarily a wolf. It is love that changes everyone and so one day the wolf will change for the better. A man who thinks only of himself thinks crookedly, that is, like a wolf. Now the world is full of predators, it is full of wolves who are insatiable in their greed. But even this is allowed by God in order that man may mature. Everything is already provided by God. If an ant turns left thousands of miles away, God knows why it turns left and not right. And you should know that God is in both the sheep and the wolf, and you have to see God in everything - that is the lesson. Now let us pray.

  All bowed their heads in complete humility. They all began to chant prayers and soon Christian felt a quiet warmth that calmed his ever-restless mind and took control of him. The worries he had come with from the Great Gray City seemed to have evaporated. Whether it was from the White Sage's words or the prayers afterwards, he couldn't tell, but it didn't matter either. Life in the city had taught him that what was important was if one thing is working fine, not what its origin was. People only start looking for the origin of something after it brakes, so for now, Christian didn't dare question the White One, much less question his teachings. For now, he was getting what he'd really come for — peace for his soul, and he didn't want to break that little spell with questions and doubt. He wanted to enjoy it to the fullest. He was afraid that if he started to think soberly, everything around him would fall apart and he would wake up again in his gray room in the gray city. That's how humans and sheep were programmed - as long as there was food on the table no one asked where the food came from. When one day the food runs out, then fear and terror sets in, and the bickering begins. Everyone blames the others and a frantic race begins to see who can