But he tries hard, he goes on beating on the door. Finally, a window opens and St. Peter looks at him with one thousand eyes. He shrinks. Just the glare of one thousand eyes is enough to make anybody shrink in deep fear. He wants to say something but he cannot find the words. St. Peter says, “Don’t be afraid, whoever you are, wherever you are, because I cannot see you. I have been hearing a small knock continuously for many days, so I thought it was better to look. You just stand up, wherever you are hiding.”

Even the archbishop of England thinks, “This is God…one thousand eyes!”

He says, “Father…” and St. Peter laughs. He says, “I am not God, I am just St. Peter! I am a doorkeeper, but who are you?”

He answers as loudly as possible, but it appears as a whisper in that vast space, “I am the archbishop of England.”

“England?” St. Peter says. “Never heard of it. Talk sensibly. To what solar system do you belong?”

“Solar system?”

We know that we belong to this sun. This is our solar system, all the planets, the moon. So he said, “I belong to the only solar system there is!”

St. Peter laughed. He said, “He does not understand! There are millions and millions of solar systems and trillions of planets. You will have to give me the index number of your solar system.”

The archbishop was a very learned man, but he had never heard that there is an index number!

St. Peter said, “I cannot help. Without recognizing you, from where you have come, who you are, and what is your purpose…. The index number is needed because then I can run to the library of God and ask the librarian whether this index number shows there is some planet in this solar system where some kind of life exists.”

The words index number were enough! The archbishop woke up. He was perspiring. He realized how small we are and how small is our conception.

By the way, before he woke up he had asked St. Peter, “Perhaps Jesus Christ may be of help. You ask Jesus; he knows us, I represent him in England.”

St. Peter said, “Jesus? What are you talking about, who is this fellow?”

The archbishop said, “My God! He is the only begotten son of God!”

St. Peter said, “I don’t know anything about…. The fact is, I have not seen God up to now. It is so vast here inside the door…outside is nothing; inside the door it is so vast that you cannot find anybody. I don’t know who this Jesus is, I don’t know who this God is. All that I know is that I am St. Peter the doorkeeper.”

Seppo is saying, if you are searching for truth, please stop. Truth is so vast you will be lost. Rather than searching for any truth, just be yourself.

In your very being you will find the seed of the whole universe.

In your own heartbeat you will find the universal heartbeat.

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