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on the doors. Don't be deceived; don't think that the god will knock on the doors."
In the morning they were all crying because there were marks of footprints on those one thousand steps and on the mud road there were marks of a chariot, coming and going back.
The god had come -- but they were asleep...
It is possible to find a master who can tap you, but if you are fast asleep, in your sleep you will find a thousand and one explanations and go on back to sleep. Perhaps it is a cloud, perhaps it is wind... You may find any reason to avoid; you will take another turn and go to sleep... nobody has come.
It all depends on your inner energy to be waiting at the door for the guest to come, fully awake, in deep trust, in great love.
In fact your trust and your love are the constituents of the guest.
Your love creates, your trust creates -- nobody comes.
Just your trust and your love blossoms and a fragrance surrounds you. Thousands of lights start burning around you.
It is your energy, your abundant energy -- there is no other god.
Question 1
Maneesha, you are asking,
"THIS ANECDOTE EVOKES SUCH A BEAUTIFUL IMAGE OF WHAT TRANSPIRES BETWEEN MASTER AND DISCIPLE. CAN YOU TALK ABOUT THE `PECK AND TAP' THAT WE CALL OUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOU?"
In fact, the tap is not inevitable but the peck is inevitable. If you are overflowing with energy then even a man who knows nothing may give you a tap and you will be freed from your sleep, from your darkness, from your unconsciousness.
Once it happened with a great Tibetan saint, Milarepa... He was a simple and innocent person and he followed a master who was not a master at all, but just a great scholar, very knowledgeable, had a great following. But Milarepa was not concerned with the knowledge. He loved the man, he trusted him. Although he was not trustworthy, he was not a master, Milarepa accepted him as a master to such an extent -- the story is very beautiful, must be symbolic -- that he would walk on water.
Other disciples who were older and senior to him could not do it; they tried. They asked Milarepa, "What is the secret?"
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