Special Reports

During the four-day retreat in Washington, D.C., my heart ached when I saw how exhausted Master was, yet I was driven by my selfishness. Like a pampered and undiscip. lined child, I craved for Master Mother's blessing and an agonizing struggle ensued in my heart. Our great Master and Mom, with Her infinite love, shoulders much karma of sentient beings. How could I be so cruel as to add to Her burden? I was painfully torn between shame and yearning.

The compassionate Master read my thoughts. She understood the longing for motherly love of a lonely child traveling alone between the opposite shores of the ocean. Disregarding my childish and selfish intent, She slowly walked past me and blessed me on the head with Her tender yet powerful, holy hand. No longer could I withhold my emotions and deep feelings of gratitude. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I was speechless. No words could ever describe this divine love of God.