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Some Thoughts Concerning the Masters

By what unfailing characteristics shall we be able to distinguish a real master of forces, a spiritually developed man, who has such perfect knowledge of his own spirit and its powers, that he can choose his own conditions and by the influence of his thoughts and actions can change the lives of others, by inspiring them to have the desire to grow and progress? That there are such, few doubt, and some call them masters, others call them adepts, and address them by various other titles, but all mean the same: Conquerors of forces and circumstances.

There is always one attribute that distinguishes them from the rest of their brothers, and that is, simplicity of manner and appearance, carefulness of speech and meekness. The greatest man is the meekest. Jesus said, "Learn of me, for I am meek and lowly in heart.”

Before they can become entitled to the name or office, they must have been thoroughly tested in every phase of active life, and in each time of trial have been brought face to face with themselves. They have proved to their own satisfaction that every obstacle that obstructs man’s progress, every burden under which he groans and stumbles, all images of fear and awesome conditions that cause his former strength to become weakness, his range of vision, called sight, to become dim and imperfect, are but the exact creations, shadows and pictures of his own thoughts, which rise in retribution to show him the error of his mind’s creation. Through and by the knowledge of the suffering it costs him to meet these, his returning thoughts, and seeing the fallacy of his past system of action, he becomes desirous of changing his method; thus he generates purer thoughts, becoming cleaner in action. He knows there is absolutely nothing to fear outside of the weakness within the individual life. What is there to fear? If the one law of love is true, how can he, with no desire to injure any life, attract fearful sights and conditions?

How little does man understand life, least of all himself. The masters, by repeated tests of endurance, courage, and investigation, have found that within the self lies all the difficulty others may have been perfectly tested as far as they have gone, and lived pure lives according to their understanding, but the majority of men are studying their brothers more closely than themselves, and thus deceive themselves as to their real nature. Many start on the path leading to mastership, but few reach it on this planet, but those few are powers indeed. We do not look for them in any special place or clime. The universe is their home, and all climatic conditions are congenial to them, as they are no longer the servants of heat or cold, of storms or sunshine, but make their own conditions congenial to their developed tastes, wherever they may be. Where are they to be found? Wherever there is need of their presence and assistance, where they sense the thought of a brother desiring new knowledge and added strength to help them along their path of so-called initiation, or test. You will never know when you come into their presence, save for the fact you will feel peace emanating from them. They give forth no words of mystifying wisdom or commands, but cheering and loving advice, whereby you feel your courage to be renewed and your desire quickened to start again on the upward path.

You have met a master, an angel of the Infinite School, and thought him simply a kind and interesting stranger. But you cannot, with your limited range of vision, see the light that these quiet men generate.

But the masters work for the good to be accomplished, never for the praise of men. They have walked the path and know its hardships, and their love for their struggling brothers bring them as they are needed. Their reward is to see the life start again, and take up its burden on the road of active progression.

—Selected from Unity

Gently deal with souls untaught.
—S. Aidan
Would you know how to give? Put yourself in the place of him who receives.
—Mme. De Puisieux

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