They walk among us, the stories say, these luminous beings, their hearts overflowing with compassion, their minds ablaze with wisdom. They are the saints, the prophets, the gurus, the chosen few who, through their lives and teachings, illuminate the path out of darkness and into the light. But these whispers of greatness are often accompanied by a melancholic murmur: ‘Why are they so rare?’
It’s a heartbreaking truth, isn’t it? To know that amidst billions of people, only a handful rise to such heights of spiritual understanding, of unwavering kindness, of unwavering dedication to the betterment of humanity. Each one, a radiant star in the vast cosmic night, leaving a trail of inspiration that spans generations.
Each life, a testament to the potential within us all. Each teaching, a key to unlock the prison of our own limitations. Yet, their absence leaves a void, a yearning for the comforting presence of a guiding hand, a reassuring voice in the cacophony of modern life.
We crave their wisdom, their strength, their unwavering faith in the face of suffering. We yearn for a community where compassion is the currency, where love is the language. Their rarity reminds us of our own limitations, our own struggles with self-doubt, our own susceptibility to the darkness within.
But perhaps their rareness is not a condemnation, but a call to action. Perhaps their absence is a potent reminder that the potential for greatness rests not just in the chosen few, but in each and every one of us.
We may not all be born with the same inherent wisdom, but the path to enlightenment is open to us all. We may not all be graced with prophetic visions, but we can choose to see the world through a lens of kindness and understanding. We may not all be able to perform miracles, but we can offer a helping hand, a listening ear, a compassionate heart.
The saints, the prophets, the gurus may be few, but their legacy lives on in the echoes of their teachings, in the countless stories of their lives, in the quiet whispers of inspiration that nudge us towards a better world. Their rareness is a reminder of our responsibility, a responsibility to cultivate the same qualities within ourselves, to become beacons of light in a world desperately in need of hope.
Their absence is a call to action, a call to rise above our limitations, to seek out the divine spark within, and to illuminate the world with our own, unique, and precious light. For perhaps, in the end, the greatest tribute to these extraordinary beings is not our mourning for their absence, but our striving to live up to their example.
Worldwide Temple of Aurora 