The sign on the front door told me to go around to the back basement to deliver the parcel. It was an old house and the guy who came out of it was older and bummish looking. For whatever reason he had to tell me the story of how he just came back from some city in California after visiting his Master. My brain executed a search for what ‘Master’ might have meant and the first result was a dominatrix but I didn’t think it was likely.
He went on to tell me that his Master was some Chinese dude who was supposedly a cross between The Dalai Lama and Eckhart Tolle. After 20 some odd years of arthritis, his Master did some accupuncture on him that immediately cured him. I guess I would call this guy my Master too if he did this for me.
The guy started going off about all this spiritual stuff. He spoke about meditating and kept referring to the word ‘blessings.’ His Master was flying into Vancouver on that same day and he had to meet him at the airport. I was thinking, wow, you must be special for this Master guy to give you so much of his time.
This Master person had some credentials under his belt. He has written a bunch of books and 10 of them have been New York Times best sellers. That’s pretty badass. That’s why I was wondering how does this bum get so much attention from him. Yes I am being judgmental but that’s what makes life fun.
He gave me one of the books by his Master and told me that it would help me solve my internal Rubik’s Cube and bring out blessings from my heart. I told him I would read it and pass it on and he said, “no, that’s yours to keep. If you know anyone who wants a copy just send them here.” Sounds like a perverted scheme to me. He probably has a thing for Chinese guys. If I didn’t stop this guy from rambling he would have went on and on so I told him that I had to go or my Master will fire me.