If you could, just look at the Buddha who was cut on the foot. Jesus Christ was also crucified. Prophet Mohammad, Peace Be Upon Him, was hunted by murderers all His life. […] I would cry talking about it. Many Masters were killed very brutally, much worse than being stabbed a couple of times. One time I was tired of running, so I said to Them (Godses), “Let me die! Forget it! I am tired. I can’t run anymore.” He said, “No! No!” I said, “Why not?” He said, “The world still needs You.” Hearing that, I packed my bags and kept going.
I didn’t have the heart to refuse. I couldn’t refuse my own heart. I knew the situation very well. Before adopting them, I called some people in Thailand, telling them that I was struggling very hard because I knew after adopting them, at least for 10 years or more, I would be tortured to death. I told them so. If someone translated my words into Thai, they would know. I mentioned it several times. Even though I knew, I still did it. I couldn’t help it. Understand? If I had waited longer, maybe I could have sent them to a temple. But I saw many stray dog-people in Thailand that were sick, with hair loss here, and tumors growing there. They looked very dirty and skinny. The mother dog was fed by her human caretaker, and she was still so skinny that her ribs could be counted, let alone the stray ones on the street. No matter who raises them, they don’t raise dog-people the way we do.
For example, next door, there was a grocery store, and they also had a few dog-people. Their nice dog-person would come near to ask for food from me every time I passed by that store. So, I would go in to buy good bread or something nice to feed him, and he would eat it. He didn’t know me, but he asked for food from me. I thought he wanted merits or blessings, but it was not the case. Once, I passed by that place and went into the grocery store to buy something. I saw the food they fed him was only a big bowl of white rice with a small fish-person on the top. It was so small like this, about this long, a tiny, tiny fish-person. And he had eaten it up. Only the bones were left there, along with the untouched rice. That’s it.
Even though he was with a human caretaker who owned a grocery store. It’s not that they didn’t have money. Understand? They still treated the dog-person that way. It’s already the best. So, though that dog-person was kind, he was… very depressed and groggy. Not as lively as my dog-person. My God. You can’t even play with him as he is too energetic. That dog-person walked very slowly. And his eyes were dull. That’s how it was. But I couldn’t interfere too much. Whenever I gave him something, I would first tell his human caretaker. I would say, “Your dog-person is so nice. I love him very much. I bought a little of this to form a relationship with him. Is that OK? Would you allow me?” Then I gave it to him. Since he has a human caretaker, you can’t just throw things in front of him randomly like that. It is as if you are wealthy and you are looking down on the way they treat their dog-person. But I didn’t stay in that area long, maybe for about a month, and then I moved to another place for safety reasons. The new place didn’t work out either, and I had to move again.
Last year was the worst. I had to run for my life all the time. I couldn’t settle down anywhere because the things the (inner) Protectors (Godses) told me were horrible. They described very clearly how I would die if I continued to stay there. The description was very clear with the exact method the killer would use, etc. Different methods would be used at different locations, They told me. So I couldn’t afford not to move.
Sometimes… At that time, I just got to know these dog-people, so I was reluctant to leave them. Therefore, I traveled back and forth frequently. Before, I went everywhere, but I couldn’t keep traveling like that every day. I could only go back when it was safe. Sometimes I would come back from different countries and had to go abroad again. It’s not easy to be a Master. So, if people proclaim to be a master, they are just making a fool of themselves. Heaven will laugh at them. It’s useless. You can’t just declare, “I am a master,” and then you will become one. It doesn’t work this way.
If you could, just look at the Buddha who was cut on the foot. Jesus Christ was also crucified. Prophet Mohammad, Peace Be Upon Him, was hunted by murderers all His life. Right? (Yes.) And so on and so on… Oh, so many, that I can’t list them all. You read the books yourself. I would cry talking about it. Many Masters were killed very brutally, much worse than being stabbed a couple of times. One time I was tired of running, so I said to Them, “Let me die! Forget it! I am tired. I can’t run anymore.” He said, “No! No!” I said, “Why not?” He said, “The world still needs You.” Hearing that, I packed my bags and kept going. No matter if He was right or wrong, what if He was right? And why would He lie to me? He described everything very clearly. I could tell.
Besides, it was not just one of the (inner) Protectors (Godses) who told me that, but many. Because, sometimes one of Them told me, but I didn’t listen. I didn’t. I was too busy to listen. Later, another One came and told me the same thing. And then came a different One, telling me the same thing. They kept doing it until I left. Otherwise, They won’t let me sleep nor meditate. When I ate, They came to say, “You have to go.” When I meditated, They made noises. Their noises were not something like big bells. When They make noises, it is impossible not to hear Them. You can’t miss it. Do you remember the story I told you when I once slept in a temple with a big bell nearby. (Yes.) When the bell was rung, the whole village could hear it, so could two or three neighboring villages. It’s like the bell in our ashram. But I didn’t hear it. Understand? Also, someone banged on my door loudly many times, but I didn’t hear anything. When the (inner) Protectors (Godses) talk to me inside, there is no way to miss it.
For example, if someone is sleeping next to me or sitting beside me, they can’t hear it, but I can. It’s impossible for me to miss it. It’s strange. The volume is usually low. For example, it can be as loud as the alarm clock, but normally it’s as low as the noisy music, or the sound of the fax machine. But you can’t miss it. So strange. I would then get up immediately to listen to Their messages. Their messages are not verbal. I have to get up and check. It’s like emails. When you receive an email, there is a sound to notify you, but you still need to come out, to push a few buttons, and to check the content. It’s similar to that, except it’s more civilized up there. They don’t use machines. And, of course, I don’t have any machines here. I check inside. The outside emails I don’t know much about, but I know the inside ones very well, because it’s my specialty. I am too lazy to learn the outside emails.
After drinking this, I don’t need to eat any food. I am too full after drinking a couple of them. This is the last one I am trying. I’ve seen three doctors. If this one can’t cure me, I will give up. I don’t want to take any more medicine. My stomach is turning into a pharmacy. So many. There are so many medicines inside that they make me uncomfortable. It’s the last time. If it doesn’t work, I will give up. To die or to live is the same to me. There is nothing good about it. I live for you. It’s similar to having children. You are not attached to life, but you need to take care of your children as they are still young. So, no matter how badly you quarrel with your husband or how much discord is in your family, you stay alive for your children. You keep going. It’s the same. I treat you like my own children. There is no difference. I treat my dog-people the same way. I told them, “Even though I am not your mom, but I love you as your mom.” So, they trust me very much. They trust me.
Cheers! Wow! The last one. I wonder if it will work when it’s taken so late. I should have taken it in the morning. Three times in the morning, before noon. But I was too busy to remember it. Is it almost three o’clock? Almost three o’clock. Impossible. Oh, yes, yes! This is the second dose for the afternoon, but I didn’t even finish the morning dose. Oh my God! That’s it. It’s not that I don’t listen, but I forgot. I was busy doing many things and it was left there. I brought it here, but still forgot, not to mention… There are too many things to deal with. I couldn’t help it. OK.
Are there any newcomers who want to ask something? You have all the answers inside. Tell me. (Master, could You please keep the connection with us?) Why? Aren’t you connected? (It’s cut off.) Why? What’s the reason? (Why is it cut off?) (It’s cut off by Hsihu Ashram for no reason.) It’s impossible. (It’s been nine and half years.) Probably you were blessed by someone or believed in someone else. Or you believed in those who claim to be a master, and so on. (No, I’m Your disciple.) Or you ate the wrong food. (No.) How can I verify? (I brought proof.) What kind of proof? (I wrote to them, but they ignored me.) To whom? (The Hsihu Ashram.) Wrote to whom? For what purpose? (I asked to connect with them. They’ve cut off the information from Master. I only rely on Supreme Master Television. We practice spiritually with this TV station. I am very sad, very sad, Master.) OK. OK. No, our connection is not cut off. Our inner connection can never be severed. It’s fine if the outside connection is broken. Maybe you wrote too many letters that they didn’t want to answer. (Thank You, Master.) The inner connection can never be severed. There is no need to write too much outside. You have all the answers inside. When you concentrate, you will have the answer. (Thank you, Master.) The inner connection is the safest. Don’t worry about the outside. (OK.) OK.
