Excerpt from "Master and the Green-Eyed Hope”
The Master, The Student, Sanctuary, The Powers
by Johanna Kern
Welcome, Daughter,” said the Master.
And that’s how it all began.
I was facing the Highest Priest and he was looking at me. Deep, intense, real. I felt his eyes searching inside me and beyond me.
Now I’ve done it — I thought. How am I going to get out of this one?
I’m eternally curious. Passionately and joyfully curious. So I often end up in “situations.” And here was one: I was standing in an ancient temple, immobilized by the Highest Priest’s power, my will captured and melting away.
Great — I thought. Exciting enough for you, my dear?
No, I had not invented a time machine. Even if I believed in them, I wouldn’t have had enough brains to do that. And I had not experimented with drugs or hallucinogenic substances of any sort. Not my cup of tea.
What brought me here, to the ancient home of High Priests who had mastered matter and soul, was beyond my comprehension. I was a regular person and I perceived myself as reasonably well behaved. I was thirty-two years old, my life was very busy and I had no room or time for any magical or mystical nonsense.
My husband, my son and I had recently moved from Europe to Canada, and that had put a lot of stress on all of us. Everything was different here and I had to learn all the logistics and rules from scratch. I had been a professional actress with steady employment back there. Now I was learning the language of my new continent and hoping for more acting gigs.
Yet, looking into the Master’s eyes, I felt as if nothing mattered anymore. Not my dreams, not my goals, not even my life story.
***
I had met my husband in a fine arts school where we were both studying. It was one of those romantic teenage stories. His thick blond shoulder-length hair, blue eyes, perfectly white teeth and slender body made him look more like a young movie star than an aspiring painter. He was always surrounded by pretty girls with their eyes moist and full of desire while they watched him do whatever he wanted to do.
I didn’t watch him as they did since I didn’t like him that much. And I didn’t like the fact that there were so many girls around him. I felt he was arrogant and good for nothing. A womanizer — that’s what I thought of him.
But then he came to my house one day along with one of my friends. He stayed for half an hour and made a mess on my desk, leaving peanut shells all over.
“See you tomorrow?” He looked me in the eyes as he and my friend were leaving.
You bet you won’t! — I thought to myself. But I was wrong. I did see him the next day. And the day after and then after that as well. He dropped all the girls and stuck around till I made up my mind. It took me a while to realize that I was spending most of my time with him. It took me a while to realize that I actually enjoyed him. He never looked at other girls: he played rock & roll records for me in the dark and combed my long hair. He had nice friends and I had fun. Everyone liked us. We looked good together, we had fun together and we had dreams.
I married him on the last day of June. I was scared and child-like. My long wedding dress was made of real French lace and gave me, in my opinion, a truly adult and sophisticated look.
The church was fully packed not only with our family but also with our friends and schoolmates. Our wedding, because of our youth — I was eighteen and he was nineteen — seemed to be quite an event in our town.
The ceremony felt a bit overwhelming to me, too stiff, too serious. I was praying for it to be over soon so that the stunning young man in the grey suit standing by my side and I could have a few laughs. Throughout the ceremony I was imagining us running barefoot, together with our wedding guests, in a soft meadow filled with blooming flowers.
Well, that would be a much more appropriate wedding — I thought — for such a sunny beautiful day.
“Do you Jacob...? Do you Johanna...?” The priest was dully reciting the usual formulas. He almost made me laugh, so bored he seemed with the whole thing.
Our guests had fun at the wedding reception, which we found too long and uninteresting. So we sneaked out after a few hours leaving the party to itself. We invited our close friend, the redheaded Victor, to our new place and the three of us laughed and talked till dawn. I thought life was fun. And it was.
Our son Matthew was born the same year in the local hospital. I did not make a sound during the whole process. I bit my lips hard. Very hard. And that helped me not to scream. I decided that my son needed to feel welcome in this world.
After all, childbirth is a perfectly normal thing to happen to a woman — I thought. I didn’t see it as a violation of my body but as a privilege granted to me by Mother Nature.
My mother-in-law put my hair in braids so that it wouldn’t get messy. Yes, it did help. But it made me look even younger and I noticed the doctor and nurses were curious about the child who was giving birth to another child. They seemed surprised at my dignified behavior.
I, on the other hand, was looking at them with astonishment since nobody really seemed to know what childbirth was about! Yes, of course they were very good at reading the instruments and taking care of my body. Yet, no one, I sensed, knew that the birth was not just about delivering the body of the child. It was mostly, I believed, about delivering the child’s presence, the soul.
They don’t know what they are doing — I thought to myself. I guess it’s all up to me now.
I didn’t want my child to be born into a heartless hospital room filled with screaming, hurry and detached medical procedure. And so I did the best I could, inexperienced and young as I was. I opened my heart wide and tried to forget about the pain. I concentrated on the love for my child and let him slip into that love as he was entering the world.
Finally, Matthew was here. Overwhelmingly powerful. A magnificent presence in his tiny body. He had bushy dark hair and his skin color was rather intriguing, almost orange. I found out later that it was normal for a newborn to have that color since they were still red after the birth and if they developed, as my son did, a kind of jaundice, their skin color would be quite orange for a while.
I couldn’t fall asleep that night and the morning found me wide awake thinking of my orange son, his tiny beloved face and his tiny beloved mouth, which hadn’t smiled at me yet.
My hair, indeed, remained perfectly tidy. The braids did the trick!
Now the three of us were trying to fit into the new environment in North America as best we could. Each of us had their own set of obstacles to overcome. Matthew, like myself, had to learn basic English and catch up with the rest of his class. Jacob, whose English was already fluent, was managing a high-rise apartment building in Toronto. I was helping him with the administrative work while pursuing my dreams of making it as an artist in North America. There were no quick solutions and I knew that if I were to achieve anything, I had to be fully dedicated, always alert and ready, working hard and never giving up.
I tried to get rid of the stressful thoughts and find more inner peace to concentrate better and stop worrying. That led me to use a self-relaxation technique. One of my friends had learned it from a self-help book and she swore by it claiming that it had greatly improved her life by easing some of the usual tension. The method seemed simple enough to me.
Following the instructions, I lay flat on the carpet and started to relax all of my body, counting my breaths from one to twenty. It felt as if my thoughts had drifted away and that my mind was working in slow motion. Then, I visualized a flight of stairs and climbed them. Next, according to the instructions, I had to find a favorite place, in a serene landscape, and make it into my sanctuary. It finally worked! I had visualized in my mind a beautiful oasis on top of a mountain, always sunny, pleasantly breezy, inviting.
I continued to use that method for several weeks and learned to return to my oasis when I needed to find more strength and peace. Indeed, the self-relaxation technique seemed helpful — just as my friend had claimed.
One day, I found I wasn’t alone in my secret place: I had visitors. I was startled at first since I surely had not visualized them! Yet, as usual, my curiosity had taken over and I quickly forgot my concerns. Three men were standing in front of me, their feet just above the ground as if they were floating comfortably in the air. They were wearing sandals, long white robes and had friendly identical faces with their hair combed back. One could not tell them apart.
Identical triplet-monks? — I thought. How about that?
I stared at them in disbelief. Somehow, I sensed they were not a threat. And I even felt as if I had known and recognized them from somewhere a long time ago. Weird — I thought. Is this the next step in the technique? A more advanced level type of thing?
“We brought you a gift,” said one of the friendly triplet-monks. “The gift of ‘Five by Three and Three by Five.’”
Uuuuhhh. That truly sounded like an adventure. I was beginning to enjoy myself.
“Yup. ‘Five by Three and Three by Five’ is just fine,” I said. “Go ahead. I love gifts.”
At that moment I noticed three white balls of opalescent, smoke-like energy. Before I opened my mouth to ask about that, the triplet-monks sent the energy balls to me. Just like that! The white balls floated in the air and started entering me, one by one, together with a growing feeling of peace and happiness. Unlike my usual sparkly joy, that happiness was calm, yet powerful.
I looked at the place in my body where the white balls had entered. It was somewhere between my chest and my belly. Mmmm, everything looked normal.
“What were they?” I asked.
“Pentacles,” they said.
***
For several days afterwards I tried to understand what had happened to me. What on earth was that all about? I had never heard of such a thing in my life. Triplet-monks?! Pentacles?! A “Five by Three and Three by Five” gift?! Am I losing my mind?
I didn’t know what to do. I decided not to talk with anyone about my weird experience. Not even with the friend who had shared the self-relaxation technique with me. I didn’t know her well enough to discuss such a story and I didn’t even know how to explain or describe it. If that ever comes out — I thought — they will put me in a mental hospital or sedate me with heavy drugs. Oh no. I’m not telling anyone. Over my dead body!
I wanted to keep it all a secret, at least for now, and somehow look for the answers myself. Maybe I would be able to come across something that could give me some sort of clue.
More days passed but I found no answers. No clue, not even a tiniest hint. Should I go back to using the technique and see what happens? — I asked myself. Perhaps the triplet-monks would return and explain everything to me? I have nothing to lose — I thought — since I’ve probably already lost my mind anyway.
I kept using the technique and visiting my inner oasis for a while but, again, I found nothing. Yet I still believed something had to happen sooner or later and I discovered another meaning of the word “trust”. The new meaning was: “to learn a whole lot of patience and wait till they get back to you. At their own convenience of course.”
Finally, someone got back to me. The Master who was now in front of me, mesmerizing me with his power. He was wearing sandals and a long white robe, just as my previous visitors, and his hair was combed back in the same manner as theirs. His face seemed to be ageless. I had no idea whether he was young or old. And I couldn’t quite tell his eye color though I was staring into them. Blueish? Greyish? The intensity of the color seemed to change from second to second. I found him rather handsome. His ageless face had an interesting “inner” glow.
“I’ll be teaching you,” he said.
Speechless, I realized that I no longer was in the usual place I had visualized before, the oasis on top of the mountain. Instead, I stood inside an ancient building. I didn’t know how I’d gotten there since I definitely had not visualized anything like that. The last thing I remembered was that I’d been taking deep breaths with my eyes closed. And now I was facing the Highest Priest of some ancient temple.
Its walls were made of white stone: its floor was stone as well. There were no windows that I could see anywhere around me. The place was lit by burning oil in a cresset standing on a white stone pillar, perhaps four feet tall, in the middle of the strange ancient room. Nothing else was there. Only the Master and myself as if captured in a stone world. I couldn’t take my eyes from the Master’s face and I realized that my mind was working very slowly, empty from the shock.
“We’ll start when you’re ready,” he said.
I noticed a thought crystallizing somewhere in my mind. I focused on it with difficulty.
“I’mmm… ready,” I whispered.
“Good,” he nodded and pointed around. “This is the Chamber of Seven Powers.”
“Powers?” I echoed.
“The Seven Powers that create and rule the world,” he explained. “Your chores, to begin with, will be to take care of this chamber. Make sure you maintain the proper balance between the Powers.”
The next thought that came to my mind was so quick and firm that it almost knocked me down. The joyful puppy inside me took over.
“Piece of cake,” I replied, standing still and looking him in the eye.
“I’m glad,” he said. “Before you start your duties, you need to receive another gift from our Priests.”
“Oh, those triplet-monks were your Priests?”
Suddenly, I felt that my body was somehow shifting. Surprised, I found myself floating horizontally in the air. I was lying on my back, comfortably drifting.
“You will now receive the gift called ‘Seven by Five and Five by Seven,’” I heard the Master say.
I was wondering how it would be done. I was wondering if the Master would multiply and turn into seven Priests who would send me the energy balls just as the triplet-monks had done before.
Nothing like that happened. Instead, I watched seven white opalescent energy balls come from inside my body, one by one, and disappear into thin air.
Funny — I thought — it still feels like I’m receiving the energy, not giving. I closed my eyes. And then I heard some voices chanting.
“Priests?” I asked and opened my eyes.
There was nobody there except for the Master.
“Attend to your body now,” he said, “and come back tomorrow.”
He left, or rather disappeared. I looked down trying to re-member what my body was like. I was now standing again, not floating, in the middle of what he had just called the Chamber of Seven Powers. There was a set of beautiful gold bracelets around my wrists and anklets above my bare feet. I was wearing a little green skirt, embroidered with gold. They sure looked pretty but it wasn’t the way I usually dressed.
“My body…” I whispered, surprised, and fell into a deep dream-less sleep.
I woke up hours later curled up on the floor. I sat up straight and looked around. The sun was beaming in through the window. I was sitting on the beige wool carpet in our living room. Yes, that was our furniture. The same beige couch, the same coffee table whose top was skillfully inlayed with marine blue ceramic mosaic.
I pinched my thigh and hissed from pain, quickly rubbing the sore spot underneath my blue jeans.
Oh boy — I said to myself. An ancient clan of evil magicians is chasing me through time and space. They want to brainwash me and use me for their sleazy plan: taking over the world and ruling it with Seven Powers. I’m in deep shit — I concluded.
Johanna Kern, transformational teacher and multiple award-winning author, many years ago suddenly began to experience regular spontaneous trances in which she was receiving the teachings from an ancient Master. Her story received international attention, winning praise by readers in North America and Europe, and endorsement by three world-renowned experts in the fields of psychology, the study of dreams & hypnosis, psychophysiology, parapsychology, psi, human development, neuro-computing etc.: Stanley Krippner, Ph.D., Jerry Solfvin, Ph.D., and Brian Van der Horst. Johanna Kern helps people to find their own power and progress in all areas of their lives: life and career paths, health and emotional problems, family issues, relationships and spirituality. For more information visit: https://johannakern.com and https://www.facebook.com/JohannaKernAuthor
“Master and the Green-Eyed Hope” – second edition by Johanna Kern © 2018. Paperback is available on Amazon and other major online retailers around the world – in English, German and Polish languages. For electronic version go here: https://store.johannakern.com/product/master-and-the-green-eyed-hope-e-book/
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