The Master and the Disciple

A long time ago, a revered enlightened Master walked the face of the earth.

He used to have lots of followers and a few disciples too. When the Master was around, miraculous things happened. Some people were cured from diseases, some others completely changed their way of life. The disciples received some secret teachings from their Master and usually followed him everywhere he went.

A lot of manuscripts about the Masters good deeds existed.

Jin too loved the Master, but he considered himself unworthy to follow him or to become his disciple. He didn t have enough courage and detachment to do what the Master preached about.

He spent hours studying the words of the Master, trying to apply them to his own life. But the more he was trying, the more he was disappointed with a sense of personal failure.

In addition, he was very timid, so nobody really felt him as a spiritual being.

As years passed by, Jin reached the age of 50.

He began to be too much discouraged to study the Masters teachings. He felt that his life was meaningless.

He was living in a very small room.

One day, Jin prepared some green tea.

As he expected it least, around 5, he heard a powerful knock at his door.

“Who could this possibly be? I am not expecting anyone. It is probably a mistake…”

As he went to check for his visitor at the door, Jin couldn’t believe his eyes. The Master was here, just in front of his eyes.

Jin opened and closed his eyes three times, just to make sure this was really true.

But the great Master was really standing in front of him.

“Master, you here? I am so unworthy…”

Jin started crying.

The Master put his hand on his shoulder.

“Jin, my friend, let me judge who is worthy or unworthy…may I have a cup of tea, please?”

“Of course, Master, said Jin.”

“I’ve come a long way to see you and I have waited many years, because you were not ready.

I would like to ask you for a favor. Would you be my disciple?”

-“I don t really know, Master. I am so afraid of what you will ask me to do in return, to be honest. I am very bad at preaching and convincing people. ..”

The Master placed his hand on Jin’s heart.

Jin felt some intense heat traveling through his whole body.

“Jin, you have received my unconditional, universal love. What I am asking you to give in return is to spread the same, universal, unconditional love you just received.

Spread it to the world and you will be my perfect disciple”

Jin nodded silently.

Copyright© by Isabelle Esling

spiritual tales: The disfigured man

spiritual tales: The disfigured man: Alicia was a renomed top model. She knew how to dress perfectly and usually spent hours in front of her mirror to make her look beautifu...

The disfigured man

Alicia was a renomed top model. She knew how to dress perfectly and usually spent hours in front of her mirror to make herself look beautiful. She was the true reflection of a perfect Barbie doll.

When she looked at herself. she was always happy to look that good. On her day off, she decided to have a coffee at a sunny terrace in Paris, very near the Eiffel Tower.
Alicia was about to light a cigarette when her eyes suddenly met some stranger s eyes. This man-or so she thought-was probably the ugliest creature on earth.

He seemed disfigured. His face was full of scratches and it seemed he had been shanked on his left cheek. His eyes, though, had a very intense glance. He looked like a nice person and greeted Alicia in a friendly way:

-May I offer you another coffee, young lady? Maybe we can have a little talk before I go back to work?

Alicia usually didn t accept invitations from strangers, but her heart told her to do so today.
As they both engaged a conversation, she asked Michael ( that was the man s name), what had happened to him.
He explained her that he had been attacked a few years ago, in the middle of the street, after coming back from work, at the time he was still living in England.

" You must be a very unhappy man, she said. I couldn t live with a disfigured face, I d prefer myself to be dead instead."
"Alicia, listen to me. Actually, I am a very happy man. I could be dead, but they saved my life at the hospital and I am very grateful to be still alive. I enjoy life like I never did in the past."


" Really?", she said in great disbelief.
" Yes, Alicia. You can be as beautiful as you want. You can wear the most beautiful clothes on earth and wear the best make up. But if your soul is ugly inside and full of mockery for people who don t meet your standards of physical beauty, you are INDEED a very ugly person!"

Alicia felt like a sword of truth piercing her heart as Michael pronounced these words.
As she crossed Michaels glance again, she began sobbing.
Michael put his hand on her shoulder and hugged her tenderly.
She looked at him again and suddenly noticed the inside beauty of this man. It was like  a deep soul connection with her own inner soul. 

She smiled at him and said: " You are one of the most beautiful persons I have ever met."

Copyright© by Isabelle Esling

Revelations about Heaven, as told by my religion teacher

Dear readers, the story I am going to share with you goes back to the late 70s. I grew up in a wonderful little town called Freyming-Merlebach,in France, near the German border. The following story has been told by priest Hesse, who used to be my religion teacher in high school.

This priest was also my grandmas priest and he was responsible of the church of her quarter, called Hochwald. Our religion teacher, who was probably a man of great faith wanted us to understand about life, death and resurrection. He liked paraboles and in this lesson, during which I was very attentive, he shared the story of a very old woman of Hochwald, whom my grandma probably knew, but he wouldn t reveal her name. He told us that she had lost her husband a few years ago and had been very affected by the loss of her husband. She used to be very close to her man and she missed him greatly in her daily life. One night, she had a very intense dream. Her husband appeared to her in a dream. She recognized him immediately, but she was surprised because he was so thin and didn t really have much flesh on him, yet he was so full of light that he was like transfigured. He was smiling at his wife. He told her never to worry again about him, that he was doing very well in the place he was. She asked him why he was so thin.He answered : " Where I am, we don t need we don t need food. Our food is spiritual." When she woke up, she felt loved and all her fears about her husband had vanished. The same priest also used the following metaphor for us to understand that death wasn t an end, but just some further step leading to eternal life. He said: " look at the baby in his mother s womb. You are like this baby. If somebody tells the baby to be born about terrestrial life, about the flowers and all the beauty outside, he won t believe you. Same goes for you. If an angel tells you about life in Heaven, you probably won t believe him, because he is talking about something you haven t experienced by now. It is not because you cannot see things with your eyes that they don t exist. There is a life after death and it is filled with beauty."

 Copyright© by Isabelle Esling

spiritual tales: Encounters with the universal love vibration at th...

spiritual tales: Encounters with the universal love vibration at th...: Dear readers, I d like to share a story with you that happened to me today, at heart of Paris, in the middle of the streets. You know, the...

Encounters with the universal love vibration at the heart of Paris

Dear readers, I d like to share a story with you that happened to me today, at heart of Paris, in the middle of the streets. You know, the spiritual world might seem unreal to many people because it is unseen with our eyes of flesh, but I can testify that it is more than REAL. Enjoy your read. During the last days, I have spent a lot of time alone, meditating on Universal love. Universal love is indeed a very strong vibration that resonates into the Universe. In order to fully experience it in your life, you must fully match that vibration. Universal love starts with focusing on love, kindness and developing a spirit of compassion. It is also a process of allowing light and love to flow through your soul and to possess you completely. When you are full of love and light, it manifests OUTSIDE OF YOU. It HAS to, because this is a spiritual law.

Walking through my favorite Parisian street, rue Daguerre, and reaching the end of it, I saw a tall Chinese lady,probably in her twenties. She was dressed all in white. Her long, white dress attracted my eyes.I looked into her eyes and saw a pure and beautiful soul. She looked back at me and gave me one of the most beautiful smiles I had ever seen in my life. I gave her her smile back and felt a deep, deep joy inside. Then, following my path to a further metro station, I suddenly crossed the path of a very young Christian Sister , all dressed in blue ( I have no idea which congregation she comes from). She was carrying a suitcase and again, as I didn t even expect it, she gave me such a warm smile, that I felt deep love into my heart.

It was such a powerful experience, I cannot even describe how joyous I felt in this moment. I d just like to tell you to explore yourself from within and to fill your spirit with love. Give love all around you, you will be amazed. It will come back to you MULTIPLIED. I feel blessed beyond measure.

Copyright© by Isabelle Esling

spiritual tales: True love would be possible, after all...

spiritual tales: True love would be possible, after all...: "Pigalle"-Martina hated this word. It reminded her of so many negative emotions. It summarized ten years of prostitution in the...

True love would be possible, after all...

"Pigalle"-

Martina hated this word. It reminded her of so many negative emotions. It summarized ten years of prostitution in the streets of Paris. Martina had just turned 30 this Friday. When she looked back at her life, she felt ashamed of herself. She secretely hated herself for what she had done, although she didn t become a prostitute by free will. She had been trapped into the sex business and once she realized it, it was much too late. Her pimp was an evil man who sought retaliation and she had to earn a specific amount every day, otherwise she would be beaten up badly.

However, Martina caressed the hope to escape the body selling business. One day, while Tony, her pimp, was away from Paris, she just run away and asked for help. A social worker took charge of her and recommended her to an association. She luckily found a job as a waitress at the opposite side of Paris and managed to rent a tiny room close to her job. Martina was still beautiful, but there was so much sadness into her eyes. She had given up the hope to meet true love in her life. She was afraid of men. She hated the way many of them considered so called " normal women". She had the impression that men hunted their sexual objects and once they obtained them, they threw them away like unuseful dolls- at least, that was her truth. On her day off, she decided to sit at a terrace and have a little expresso. The terrace was overcrowded. There were just two places left and she occupied one. When she expected it least, a young American man in his early thirties asked her if he could sit next to her.

Martina accepted. Tom was a handsome man and his eyes looked like clear water. He engaged a conversation with her and took her number. Martina decided to see him again, because he looked so different from all the men she had known before. He treated her with respect and listened to her. After a while, Tom asked her for a date. Martina accepted, but she denied him physical love. After a few weeks, and as Martina still seemed to have huge blocks as he wished intensely they could make love, he invited his girlfriend for a coffee.
 "Martina, I don t understand why you seem to deny me your love...I have immense feelings for you, I truly love you...did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?! " No, you didn t, Tom. It is coming from me. Listen, I will understand if you leave me after I reveal you a dirty secret of mine from the past. I have been a whore in the streets of Paris, for ten years. I escaped by miracle. Since then, I am having difficulties with men and the topic "physical love".I still envision making love as dirty. When I was forced into sexual relationships with old, ugly and stinking men, I used to spend at least one hour under the shower. The water had the power to clean my body, but not my soul.

 My soul is dirty and I am so much ashamed. It is difficult for me to trust you, although I do love you. But if you want to leave me, it is all right, Tom, I will survive." Tom was moved by Martinas raw honesty. He held her hand tenderly and told her: "My sweetheart, we will make love when you will be ready. We have the eternity in front of us. I ll wait." Martinas eyes were full of tears. Six months later, the couple got married.True love found a way.

 Copyright© by Isabelle Esling

Christmas Eve s beggar

Nicole was a very pretty woman. She had just turned 26. She was happily married and had two adorable twins, Penny and Lenny. Her life could have been perfect. It used to be so until she got her blood exam results. Her doctor had detected some rare disease and she had only three months to live. When she heard the news, she reacted with anger and despair. Terry, her husband, did the best he could to help her, but Nicole was retiring more and more, she simply refused any dialogue-and began to be absent from her children s life as well. She descended the long road of depression and she was on the highway to hell. What had even made her angrier is that her doctor suggested she went to church, in order to speak with a priest. A priest! How could a priest help her now-they never helped her in the past. To her, priests were out of reality and they had no experience of what death was.

 She was terrified at the thought of her upcoming death. Of course, like all human beings, she knew she was going to die someday, but she pictured it at a very old age, like 90. She spent hours crying, then she calmed down. Christmas was approaching, but she wasn t really keen on celebrating anything. She felt empty and useless. She looked down the window. Snow was falling down. She opened the window in order to breathe some fresh air. It was Christmas Eve and around five. Terry was preparing the tree with the kids. He was feeling sad too, but he had no idea about how to soothe Nicoles pain. As Nicole went downstairs, he gave her a smile. " Terry, I need to get out for one hour or so...I will be back, but I really need to get out..." " Nicole, darling, please take your break...stay safe, darling!" "Ok see you all soon..."

Nicole entered her car. She drove around 10 kilometers with no precise goal. She landed in a little village, in front of a little church. She got out of her car. Something caught her eye, she had no idea why she had to stop, but she simply did. In front of the church, a beggar was sitting. He seemed to be cold and had a blanket around him. He asked Nicole if she could give him a coin. Nicole didn t like beggars. She always thought that people are in charge of themselves and usually she ignored their request. But this evening was Christmas Eve and the beggar didn t look dirty at all, nor did he smell alcohol. She thought to herself. " Does it really matter? I m gonna die soon anyway...I could do something nice between now and my last hour." She opened her purse and gave the beggar a five dollar note. "

Thank you so much, dear lady. I have a request for you.", the beggar smiled at Nicole " oh no, he s gonna ask me for a cheque now! How stupid could I be?", she thought to herself " What do you want from me, Sir?", she asked in a quite angry tone "I d like to ask you for a favor. Allow me please to enter with you in this church. I ll buy a candle and I will pray for you." " Strange request, Sir, but after all it is Christmas Eve, so why not, let s get in..."

 The beggar dropped several coins, paid for the candle and sat next to Nicole. He put his hand on her shoulder and said: " Nicole, everything is going to be allright, just close your eyes and concentrate on divine light...just visualise the divine inside of you." "Allright, she said...", nearly entering into a deep trance as the stranger started praying. After 10 minutes, she opened her eyes. It looked like time had slowed down, all of a sudden. The dark church was so full of light and she and the beggar were immersed into it. She noticed that the beggar s face looked so full of love and light. She closed her eyes again. She was burning inside. Her skin was quite painful, and then she felt at peace. She opened her eyes...she looked for the beggar, but she was all alone...she ran out of the church in order to find him and to thank him, but he was gone...it looked like there had never been such a man around...she asked a few church goers, nobody had seen this mysterious stranger. Nicole drove home. As she entered her house, she realized that this stranger had called her Nicole.

"How would he know my name?", she spoke loudly. Two days after Christmas, a blue envelope adressed to her arrived in her mailbox. The stamp wasn t very visible. She didn t know where this letter came from. She opened it and read carefully: " Dear Nicole, You are healed. Our deeds do only matter when we put our heart into them. Don t look for me in the outside world. I reside inside of you, and yes, I know you by your name." There was no signature. Just some beautiful handwriting and she could read love between the lines. She read it over and over again. Her eyes were full of tears. She felt purified in her body and mind. Nicole received confirmation, a few days later that she was completely cured from her disease.

 Copyright© by Isabelle Esling