The Master of Kings
We were at my favorite place in the world, my library. Full of books and notebooks from my own journey, my library is like my own Zen space. It also has a big window with the best of views, a forest full of life and nature, pure reality, pure Truth.
“I’ve been wanting to ask you about something for a long time Max”, my thoughts were interrupted by Arnaud, one of my many students and clients.
“Tell me Arnie, you know very well nothing is out of bounds with me.”
“I do Max, but now I understand why I didn’t asked about this before. It was only rumors I guess and didn’t want to waste time. On top of that I think I wasn’t even ready.”
“Now you have my entire attention my friend.” Arnaud has always been the curious type student, very open to new things. I would say more agreeable than natural, which has always been his problem. So he telling me there was something inside that needed my attention was definitely important.
“I’ve heard about a Master. A Master of Kings, presidents, world leaders. Basically the elite of this world.”
Silence. He’s looking straight at my eyes.
I take a sip of my tea, the honey in it makes it worth the whole day already.
“So… I guess my question is… Is he for real? I mean, do you know him? Why is he a Master of Kings and important people?”
“That’s a lot of questions Arnie. What do you really want to know?”
“Is he like you? Like, that type of Master?”
I know what he means.
“Well, yes. And no. Yes he looks for Truth, in all of its forms. I can only tell what I can see from the other side of the river. We both sell water. Arnie, you know how this is already, you’ve been able to see things the way they are in many aspects of your life, others you just refuse to do it. We both sell water by the river. The water is there, free for whoever wants it. For many reasons people chose not to take it, is like they need permission. I’ve advised many important people before, hell I still do it.”
“You know famous people? Important people?”
“Important in the worldly sense, yes. They are the same as you my friend. They just happen to be unapologetic in the finance department, and that’s why they have many of it. Or in the power department as well. You see, Truth is just what IS, and what WAS. After this you can do with it whatever you want. You can behave morally or immorally. This is a personal choice of the individual. You can bend the rules of the world if you want, or not.”
“So he is real…”
“I mean, I guess. I’ve only heard his voice and seen his content online as well.”
“And what do you think of his content?”
“I mean… is Truth as well. Is not HIS content, is anybody’s content. Is the water flowing through the river that nobody wants to take, but everybody needs.”
Arnaud pauses. He drinks from his latte while pondering what was discussed. Outside the rain is pouring big time. The view through the window is fantastic.
“So basically he knows all the wrong doings of these people, and so do you, and yet you guys decide to give your wisdom?”
“Is not my wisdom Arnie, the Truth is there for everyone, it has always been, and it will always be there.”
“I understand that, but my point is you guys are helping them enslave the world.”
“Who am I to judge what anybody does with the knowledge and power of Truth? When you see Truth, you understand and learn to flow with the laws of nature as well as the laws of free will. The information is out there Arnie, for whoever has the desire.”
I stop, stand and walk towards the window facing the view of nature.
“I want everyone to know Truth Arnie. That’s why I write my content online. I dream with a world where everyone sees Truth and sees it clearly. A world where the dark forces do their best to control and manipulate the masses, but a world where the light forces realize this, and simply say NO to the control and enslavement.”
I turn and lock my eyes on his. He seems worried, even defeated.
“The more people know Truth, the better. It is not up to me what they do with such a power. And my dream for this kind of world, is just that, a dream of the vestiges of my own ego.”
“I guess you can use their money to fund your own journey and dream Max.”
I smile, and say:
“I think you already know to much Arnie, what’s on that latte?”
Free your mind.
