used the Creative power for selfish reasons, I would be erecting
a barrier between the Father_Creative Consciousness and myself,
and everything I had just learnt
might well be taken away from me.
1.145.1 This frightened me, and swiftly I asked the Father_Creative Power
for new strength to carry me back to habitations and Nazareth again.
1.145.2 I also asked for relief of hunger in the form that would be right for me.
1.145.3 Immediately, the hunger pangs subsided and I felt a surge of energy
flow through my entire body. Thus I proved that all I had seen, heard and
understood was reality and not some vain imagining born of
my time in the desert, fasting and alone.
1.145.4 My new energy enabled me to make haste over the rough tracks
on my way out of the desert.
1.146.1 He greeted me warmly, expressing concern on seeing my rough,
unkempt appearance and loss of condition.
1.146.2 Gladly, he sat me down on a rock and shared his excellent meat and bread with me. I wondered why he was in such a desolate place and where
he had come from.
1.146.3 In response to my questioning, he only smiled
and seemed not the least surprised when I said I had been in the desert
for so many days I had lost count of time.
1.146.4 I explained how I was enlightened as to the true nature of
the Creator of the world and shown the natural Laws of Existence.
He only smiled and nodded.
1.146.5 “I am going back to my people to teach them everything I have learnt.”
I said joyously. “Why I will be able to heal them and bring them
release from every sickness and trouble.”
1.146.6 The stranger replied sadly: “It will take many millennia”.
1.146.7 I was about to rebuke his lack of faith when I realized he was gone.
with good bread and meat – and compassionately give me warning
that I might not find my mission so simple, despite my enthusiasm.
1.147.1 I was deflated by his word of warning. My enthusiasm waned.
1.147.2 The way to the first village on my road seemed endless.
1.147.3 How a change in human thought produces a change of mood!
by jumping over the edge of a precipice
which would greatly shorten my journey.
1.148.1 As I was about to do this, it came to me forcibly
that I was trying to prove my time of enlightenment was real.