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The Hidden Treasure of Gods Coffee
This parable has its origins in times unknown and authors unknown. As it winds through time, we all have given it the twist of our understanding.
New followers are constantly added to the ranks of the neophyte teachers of men. They have regular retreats to pass on the wisdom they have learned that their student peers have not heard yet. This is another time.
They meet in a mighty courtyard under a clear silky moon.
Candles offering their smooth pulsating light and soft music from nature floating in the background. The master comes and chats with a number of them and when they are all there, he taps a large bell resonating in charming waves of sound as the students came together.
The master asks for coffee to be served and an assortment of cups is made available. Soon the most delicious aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the courtyard, served with a large urn of fresh coffee and a myriad of cups of every possible look and shape. Cups of porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some…