The Pupil's Pulpit

A face has many colors, the voice has many tones, the pupil at the pulpit speaks the Master's teachings, but when the Master was the pupil, hardy had a pulpit to speak his knowledge. When a pupil will become a Master?

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Don't mess with the Pulpit

Fearful feelings, butterflies in the guts, sweating hands,  humble sight, the pupil stands up to walk in front of the audience. A penetrating silence suddently invades the rescint when from the top of the ceiling, a white dove leave the confort of its nest to seek some of the flies popping all over the grass outside the cathedral.


- Oh Lord, why me? why I have to do this, specially today? How do you know I am ready? Am I ready? Look at me please, I am shaky, sweating, trembling, fearful feelings all over me.  I thought you were going to be here with me, telling me what to do, and giving me the strength to do this.

- You are ready! I know you are ready, trust yourself, let it be and go there and do what you came to do today. I have prepared you since the beginning of time, I give you my word and my blessing, just keep up your chin, breath deep, release it slow and overall, trust I am with you...

Well, this is what it feels like to sit down here and start to write this blog. Sincerely, I have to confess, it is a daunting task for me, regardless of what you may be thinking. Do you know why? Because I am trying to earn your attention with a small chance to keep you reading what I came to say here. Got your attention yet? Hopefully so, because it is the effort placed here by the master who is in each of us knowing we are ready to speak up what our life is and has been for the past twenty, thirty, who cares how many years to turn the pupil inside, into another master, and keep the process that life itself has placed upon its children. Wheels whitin wheels as it is written in the manual of life.

Ok, let you go now, as I let myself come down from the pulpit now. It is not much to add, just stop by from time to time, maybe you will find something rescilient in these lines, written to each and everyone who open this blog. 

- Father, I liked what you said back there, I couldn't believe what I was saying, gush! How magnificent is this feeling of wholeness and confidence I have now. And the only think I had to do was to trust you, that simple, trust in your word, your promise, believe that you love me.

- Yes indeed my son, it is that simple, as closing your eyes and feel I am with you, in you, inside the fabric of your being, your atoms, your molecules, every vibrating wave you are composed of, because from that level is that I am with you.  I am your master and you are my pupil, and from now on, you can have my pulpit. 


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