You were not seeking, but yet You found what You deemed a treasure where there should be none.
Walking along, attending to all of the mundane demands foisted upon You by a world that says we must toil in our labor in order to survive, You noticed little but the dust kicked up by Your 10, 00 steps a day.
And there, barely above ground, was something that glimmered with possibility. Hard-edged, but those sharp corners could be softened by Your time and attention. Tending, sculpting, crafting- yes, You could bring forth something even better than its current condition. After all, You are an artist, skilled in calling into being something magnificent from nothing.
One mere obstacle stood between You and this treasure of untold worth: You did not own the desolate field which held it. Something about possession being 9/10th of the law ran through Your racing mind. You imagined how You would savor every bit of that treasure- caress it, fondle it, and hold it ever closer to Your soul. And nothing must stand in Your way of possessing it.
You offered everything You had- Your strength, Your power, Your thoughts of Self, and were granted the ownership of a field of unfulfilled dreams and one, tiny, small treasure that You would transform into an object of great value.
And pleasure reigned.
Rule Number 9: i am nothing more than an object of great value – an instrument Master will use to draw out His pleasures.
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