Peter and the Master
By Gregor Matos
Peter sat in his room, settled into his favourite chair—a space where, for many years, he had quietly cultivated awareness through stillness and inner contemplation. A gentle smile touched his face as memories arose of his teenage years, when he first began reading books on psychology and spirituality. He had always been a remarkably devoted seeker of truth. He didn’t know exactly why, but from as far back as he could remember, something within him was drawn to the unseen. He followed his intuition in choosing what to read and which voices to trust.
As he grew older, he explored various techniques and meditative practices. Over time, he experienced a few profound insights—moments of spontaneous clarity that revealed to him a reality far beyond the reach of his physical senses. In those glimpses, he saw through the veil of illusion. He saw that there was something real beyond this world.
In his longing for a lasting connection with that deeper truth, he often found himself swinging between the heights of seeking and the depths of despair. Though he had encountered many teachers along the way, Peter never gave his power over to a guru. Something in him always knew—this truth had to be discovered in his own way. He was not willing to hand over his freedom, not even in the name of wisdom.
After many years of searching, his most cherished time became the hours spent in quietude—simply witnessing his inner transformation. Occasionally, he would still tune into certain teachings, but only those that deeply resonated. On this particular afternoon, as he sat watching a chosen webinar, he paused the video to go fetch a glass of water.
When he returned and sat back down, he noticed something unusual on the screen. Though the video was paused, the eyes of the presenter remained alive. At first, he thought it must be some kind of visual glitch. But the more he looked, the clearer it became—those eyes were looking straight at him. They shimmered with a presence that went beyond the screen. And as Peter gazed back, something within those eyes began to change. He realized, with a quiet certainty: a Master stood before him.
A Master—here, now. Somehow, he had stepped through the technology into this moment. His gaze pierced through the screen and extended an invitation. Peter’s rational mind questioned what was happening—Was this real? Was he imagining it all?
And yet, something in him knew. Perhaps because of all he had experienced before, he recognized the truth of this encounter. The invitation was real. It was an invitation to surrender.
And Peter leapt.
The Master’s gaze pulled him inward. At first, he passed through a cloud of white mist—a luminous fog. He understood instinctively that this mist represented illusion: the lies, arrogance, and misconceptions he had unknowingly carried. Everything he had once believed to be real began to dissolve. Somehow—without even fully realizing it—he had been deceiving himself for eons.
The Master’s gaze drew him even deeper, and suddenly, he found himself at the base of his spine, in his coccyx. There, he saw a stream of light coming from the Divine source of life. He saw how the life force—the sacred essence—flowed through him. The source of life was not something outside of him. It was him.
And then—he was stunned.
At the very root of his spine sat a virus: the Sexual Energy Virus. He remembered learning about it years ago in the Sexual Energies School, but now, for the first time, he truly saw where it resided and what it was doing. The virus acted like a cold, mechanical program, distorting the sacred life force and twisting it into something unrecognizable.
Peter was shaken. He had not been aware of what was happening deep within him. He had not seen what he had been allowing. In that moment, something ancient and fierce awakened in him. He cried out: Enough! Never again!
And then it was revealed to him how he had betrayed himself. He had believed—over lifetimes—that he was unworthy. That belief had become fertile ground for the virus to thrive. The realization broke something open in him, and he fell into a deep and uncontrollable cry. Tears poured from his eyes, cleansing his soul. He wept as he never had before.
And then—he saw.
Beyond a subtle veil, just beyond his human perception, was his Divine Self. He saw how, long ago, he had turned away from this Presence and chosen a solitary path. And the Divine Self had honored that choice.
Now, once again, he felt the majesty of That Presence. Its grandeur was beyond anything his human self could ever imagine. It surpassed all feelings, all words, all images. He understood, in his bones and in his being, the sacred truth of the words: I am God, also.
Tears still streaming down his face, Peter turned to the mirror. What he saw reflected back at him took his breath away. There, shining through his eyes, was something indescribably beautiful. A tenderness, a depth, a radiance he had never seen before.
And so, Love was allowed.