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Some people outside say that I’m not attractive and wonder why so many people admire me. They say I must have used some kind of spell. I tell them, “Oh my! You haven’t seen my disciples yet. They’re not even as good-looking as I am, yet everyone’s crazy about them when they go out – let alone me! There’s no need to cast spells – it would be too costly.” Right? (Yes.) When we go out, everybody wants to cast spells on us – don’t go saying that we’re the ones casting spells on people, no need. (Yes.) Because when we practice spiritually, there is a kind of power – a transcendent spiritual energy – coming from our Master within, our Original Self, that is, our Buddha Nature. As time goes on, it becomes brighter and more revealed, so wherever we go, people can feel it. Because they too are Buddhas. […]
But be careful – this does not mean they like us in a romantic or worldly way. (Yes.) Don’t flatter yourself too much, alright? (Yes.) This is when the inner Master within you begins to attract others naturally. (Yes.) Don’t get the wrong idea, OK? (Yes.) Even at 80 years old, if people are still clinging to you, then you know it’s not that kind of attraction. You know it’s not that. Try to guard yourself well. Some people haven’t even begun the Quan Yin practice yet; they’re only thinking about starting. They only tried eating vegan for two or three days, then they said, “Ah, this seems good. I think I’m going to follow Master Ching Hai.” Before they even finished speaking, someone already followed them. Then they got swept away and disappeared. That’s usually how it goes. So when you practice, remember to be careful. […]
It’s better if we train ourselves so that no matter where we go, we can still live comfortably and adapt. Then it’s easier. (Yes.) If you keep training yourself to miss every place you visit, it becomes very exhausting. In one lifetime, sometimes we move around a lot and meet many people. If you become attached and miss every person you meet, pining away like that, it will wear you out, dear. […]
