When the student is ready, the teacher will appear.

Many years ago I saw that the Pacific Palisades Women's Club was hosting a lecture by someone who was some kind of guru teaching tantric yoga and (I think) some form of meditation. I decided to go see what I could learn. I arrived a bit early and saw a bunch of women milling around out front, waiting for the lecture. I seemed to be the only male there, except for one other guy. He was sitting on a low wall sucking on a cigarette. He was overweight, his hair was askew and he was sweating through the thin silk of his wrinkled Hawaiian shirt. He seemed a bit lost. I remember thinking, "Brother, you probably need this lecture more than anybody." I went inside and took my seat. A few moments later, the speaker showed up. You guessed it: It was the guy I'd seen outside. So I got up and left.

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When the student is ready, the teacher will appear.