Even Americans failed to operate this retreat center in the black… what can we as Koreans do? We don’t have any business foundation in America and we don’t even speak English well…” Such were my thoughts as Ilchi Lee considered the message I had received from the gentleman on Bell Rock, a combination of hope, doubt, and wry humor. “Although I know that Lester Levenson is a sincere soul, how can I be sure that his message is true? I wish that he had been more specific about the land and its possibility for future use… a map to a nearby buried treasure wouldn’t hurt, either.”
On that day, I had no choice but to turn back, and I decided to forget about the land. However, whenever I meditated, Lester Levenson’s soul would come to visit me, gazing at me in silence and with a certain longing. before disappearing. When I told him that it was not realistically possible for rne to take over his retreat center, he would just circle around and gaze at me with a look of sad hope. Soon he started to appear in my dreams, and I decided to go back once more to see the land where once a thriving retreat center had stood. Lost in my thoughts and the mesmerizing beauty of the land, I took a long, leisurely walk along its many trails. I encountered a small and neglected grave, seemingly lost among the wild desert grasses. The headstone indicated that here laid Lester Levenson. In a moment of piercing empathy, I felt the sweat and tears that he must have shed to create and fulfill his vision on this patch of Earth. I felt the overflowing love, the weariness and the loneliness.
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