指迷歸真

Sixteen spirit-writing sessions spanning the most turbulent years of Yiguandao's history — from 1944 through March 1949, on the eve of the communist takeover of mainland China. The celestial hierarchy descends with increasing urgency: the Zhangpan Patriarch (掌盤祖師, holder of the altar), Basou (八叟, Dean of the Celestial Academy), Ji Gong (as Master Fengdai 師瘋呆, "the Crazy Fool"), Teacher Mother Sun Huiming (師母), Yuehui Bodhisattva (月慧菩薩), Tianran Ancient Buddha (天然古佛, Zhang Tianran posthumous), the Three-Heaven Examiner (三天主考), Zhang the Dharma Lord (張法律主), and Ji Gong under his Southern Screen title (南屏道濟).

The first four sessions (1944–1948) are prophetic warnings of the coming storm. The final twelve sessions are a concentrated burst in March 1949 — the celestial hierarchy speaking nearly every day as the political ground collapses beneath the faithful. These are voices from heaven addressed to a community about to be scattered, persecuted, and driven across the Taiwan Strait.

First English translation. Good Works Translation from Classical Chinese by the New Tianmu Anglican Church. Gospel register. Source: taolibrary.com (善書圖書館).

Note: This translation is complete. All sixteen sessions have been translated.

Session One

The Twentieth Day of the Sixth Month, Year Jiashen (1944)

Descended Teaching of the Zhangpan Patriarch

The true Dao is hard to manage.
The true Dao is hard to cultivate.
A thousand demons, ten thousand tests —
layer upon layer of crucible furnaces.
Heaven devises extraordinary trials
to select the worthy from the midst.
Alas, how difficult!
Who can see through the true mechanism?
Most cultivate blindly.

Basou (八叟), Dean of the Celestial Academy, descends:

I, Dean Basou, by imperial decree, accompanying the Patriarch, descend to the Buddha Hall.

First I pay my respects to Heaven. Respectfully I greet the Old Patriarch — brothers, are you well? I clasp my hands and ask you: have you seen through Heaven's will?

The Old One's many arrangements, all for the great matter to come — how much planning has been poured out! How much bitter sorrow endured! Brothers — how many of you can share the Old One's burden?

Alas —

In the Jiashen year, the examination opens by destiny's design.
Heaven tests and humans verify — it comes at the appointed hour.
Yin carves and yang polishes, manifesting in every form.
Open tests, hidden selections, refining extraordinary talent.
Since ancient times, when the Dao flourishes, demons multiply their harm.
When virtue is cultivated, slander arises — but principle does not bend.
If you can see through the logic of demonic testing,
it is not hard to return to the root and reach Penglai.

Master Fengdai (師瘋呆), the Crazy Fool — Ji Gong — descends:

I, your Master Fengdai, by imperial decree, accompanying the Patriarch, have come to the world of dust. The Master will not say much — I respectfully await the Patriarch's arrangement.

Alas —

Who can recognize the true mechanism of the Great Gathering?
The good hour for cultivating the Dao will not last long.
Heroes who know the times advance toward their duty —
ride the wind, break the waves, do not delay!
Know that the sun and moon are always passing.
The years will not wait — disciples, understand this.
While this window of grace is not yet closed,
rouse your spirit and set forth with fearless resolve!

Teacher Mother Sun Huiming (師母) descends:

I, your Teacher Mother, by imperial decree, have arrived with the Patriarch. I bow to God on High. I will not say much.

Last year, two lunar eclipses. This year, two solar eclipses as well — three rings appearing intertwined. Who can see through the mechanism? Before events come to pass, Heaven must first show signs. Within them, infinite wondrous principle. Follow the signs, awaken to principle, investigate carefully — when principle is pure, suddenly all becomes clear.

The Zhangpan Patriarch (掌盤祖師) descends — the main teaching:

I am the True Person destined by Heaven, the one who holds the altar in this age. By imperial decree, with my disciples, I come to the Dharma altar. First I pay my respects to God on High. I take up the planchette and inscribe my words.

The years show no mercy.
The earth turns on.
Jiashen wood, Dinghuo fire —
the metal of Shen forged and fused.

The great refining is unleashed.
Tests upon tests, heavy as mountains.
Generals besieged.
At the cliff's edge they tremble.

Chains of traps
follow one upon another.
Those who do not understand Heaven's will —
the thread is cut and cannot be restored.

The moon grows dark.
Strange doctrines spring up.
The sun nears its setting —
a new moon shines.

Under all heaven, light spreads.
The altar is set in the Western Capital.
Hidden providence descends.
In a turning instant, the work is done.

How many do not understand!
People parrot what they hear.
The discerning mind takes command
while the true spirit is clouded over.

Lost lambs
without their shepherd.
No certainty, great or small.
No path to follow.

In broad daylight,
under clear and open skies —
what is hard to meet, hard to encounter:
seek it, and walk.

Greed, anger, ignorance, craving —
deluded thoughts spring up.
Self-proclaimed scholars
appear without end.

Wrong! Wrong!
Treating it as mere human relations.
By the time you repent, it is too late —
on a bed of needles.

You and I, this one and that,
grasping for profit, fighting for fame.
I am weak, you are strong,
seizing fruit, stealing credit.

Mocking and sneering —
slander never stops.
Pushing and shoving —
encroaching visibly.

Heaven's net does not frighten them.
They cannot tell desire from principle.
They do not fear Heaven's mandate.
They care only about human favor.

Self-righteous.
Haughty and reckless.
Selfish to the core.
High and low confused.

Evil heaps up like mountains.
Sin swells like the sea.
Already the chief offenders —
at the extreme, disaster must follow.

The framework of the Dharma is destroyed.
Not an inch of virtue gained.
Heavenly principle is lost.
The body struck by thunder.

Inwardly, no self-examination.
The spirit-nature thrown into chaos.
Like silkworms binding themselves in silk —
this from that, indistinguishable.

Outwardly, the five demons
entangle and contend.
Pay close attention —
understand their forms.

Tiger-headed, snake-tailed,
they march into the prison camp.
Wolf-hearted, dog-lunged,
they come to devour people.

Chaos reaches its peak.
Such calamity!
They rise up in swarms
and fight in packs.

They move as one.
Sound, light, and electricity attack.
When the order goes out, mountains shake —
high and low alike are shaken.

Seized, bound, escorted,
taken for interrogation.
Good men and faithful women —
every one of them abused.

Frenzied and reckless.
Wind howls, thunder roars.
Violence, terror —
rain hammers the skull.

Heads broken, faces bloodied.
Hearts quaking, spirits trembling.
Direction lost.
Souls scattered, spirits shattered.

Pay attention to year's end.
Watch autumn and winter.
Prepare first.
Lead the younger generation.

The remaining affairs —
complete them when you have time.
Cut away the excess.
Distinguish the heavy from the light.

The furnace fire blazes.
The crucible shows no mercy.
The preparations are complete.
Everything is clear and in order.

Refine away the false.
Reveal the true face.
When all original souls are gathered,
everyone returns to the root.

Remember! Remember!
Do not display your cleverness.
Distance yourself from treacherous flatterers
or you will fall into the pit.

See the worthy — think to match them.
Watch the crossroads with clear eyes.
Recommend the loyal and good.
Keep your household clean and bright.

Everyone, awaken!
From chaos, order is born.
Every evil spell,
every formation — all are empty.

Enter the inner hall.
The decree of merit descends.
How joyful! How content!
Distinguish the clear from the murky.

The dead are enfeoffed.
The living find happiness.
Hear and read Heaven's decree —
every command, obey.

If the way opens, press forward.
Lose this chance, and it may never come again.
The season of grace is limited.
Procrastination will accomplish nothing.

Study these words from time to time.
Let the past serve as your guide.
The Way that leads beyond has no second path.
Transcend death and enter life.

Do not slacken. Do not be lazy.
Take responsibility and advance.
These good words I leave inscribed
at this altar of Chen.

Having inscribed the Thirty-Six True Words, my grandchildren may examine them carefully. Within them are infinite wondrous meanings. Only those who see through them are truly extraordinary.

Do not say the Patriarch's words have no order. From today onward, examine and observe. Each step more urgent than the last. Each day more urgent than the last. Grandchildren — have you made your decision? Then speak with your Patriarch, if you will.

The assembly responds: "We vow to guard the good Dao unto death. Steadfast from beginning to end. Recognizing principle, cultivating with sincerity. Demonic tests will not make us retreat. We beg the Old Patriarch's compassion!"

All the signs from Heaven above — borrow the signs to awaken to principle, and understanding will be complete. Humans have good opportunities, heaven-granted. If you can extend your knowledge, you can reach Heaven. What you do not understand is all entanglement with material desires. If you can purify your heart and reduce your desires, at no moment will you not be connected to Heaven.

Today's teaching contains all matters within it.

Awaken! Awaken! Awaken! See through it and delay no more.

I will not inscribe further. Taking my leave of you, grandchildren, I return.

Haha! I withdraw.

Session Two

The Eleventh Day of the Seventh Month, Year Yiyou (1945)

Oral Instruction of Basou (八叟)

The old swallow returns to the nest — affairs multiply.
Red fire burns half the rivers and mountains.
Peaceful fields, suddenly desolate.
Men and women in soldier's garb flee up the hillsides.

Every household's Buddha hall — its lamp-fire extinguished.
Everyone who keeps the fast, tears falling like shuttle-threads.
The small and fragile Dharma boat, shattered by the gale,
swept into surging tides and whirlpools.

What I fear most is that you have drunk the wine of forgetting —
hearts unanchored, mouths running wild.
I pull you, you pull me,
pulling back and forth like geese in a pen.

The great vows you memorized so well —
when the time comes, who will honor them?
I do not fear the strong bow or the hard crossbow.
I fear only that you will become your own demon.

One household toppled, another extinguished,
cast into the dark mountains — never to live again.
Guard your thoughts! Guard your thoughts firmly!
One misstep, and you plunge into ten-thousand-fathom waves.

Know this: within the demon, there is also Buddha.
And within the Buddha, there is also demon.
Grace is enmity. Truth is falsehood.
Love is grudge. Good is evil.
Adversity is fortune. Fortune is error.
Light is darkness. Division is unity.

The clever ones, when the hour strikes, will stamp their feet in anguish.
The fools, when the hour strikes, will laugh and laugh.

The extraordinary theater has been staged.
The drums and gongs have already sounded.
Even the jackals sing the maiden's part.
Even the tigers clasp their palms and chant Amitabha.
Fawning airs intoxicate.
Peel off the masks — it is terrible.

The cool wind rises. The command goes out.
Good or bad — all are harvested together.
Now the white goose emerges from green water.
Soon its red feet will play in blue waves.

The Central Plains become a partitioned land —
your faction, my faction.
Set aside the worldly affairs. Leave them.
Watch how the inner question resolves.

The phoenix sorrows, dwelling in the dark land of Yan,
every moment remembering the compassionate Mother.
Hide your vessel. Wait for the time. Patience is the art.
On Mount Qi, the phoenix sings of the Great Harmony.

A thousand hardships come. Ten thousand hardships come.
Even through hardship, you must carry on.
All of it for the future's sake —
and so this great and wondrous strategy was set.

Once the gourd's secret plan is revealed,
then you will know the Great Gathering has its pattern.
The pillars and extraordinary talents have been chosen —
they await our Father's painstaking refinement.

Hard and soft sustain each other. Water and fire are controlled.
Civil and martial fires cross and harmonize.
For now, bear the pain and hold back your tears.
In the days to come, the good ones will laugh and laugh.

The Dean has poured out every word in his heart. Brothers and sisters, ponder them carefully. If anyone can see through the mystery within the mystery, rush to perform your merit and stop dithering! Your practice must know the demands of the hour — early, and the Buddha comes; late, and the demon comes. From this day on, sacred and profane have no separate roads.

Brothers! Sisters! Each of you — beware of Elder Brother Eight!

Haha!

Brother Eight leaves his words at the altar court.
I hope that kindred spirits will not follow blindly.
The crossroads of life and death has now arrived.
Civil and martial fires cross and attack.

Today's affairs are of turning the altar, changing the signs.
After study and deliberation, I warn my brothers and sisters:
pour your heart into understanding, pour your heart into awakening,
to embody our Mother's bitter heart.

In the blink of an eye, the situation changes.
I fear that wanting to cultivate will no longer be possible.
Let those with aspiration manifest their great vows.
From the West, water comes — prop up the Dharma boat.

Together, help our Mother bear the great responsibility.
Embody our Father's bitter heart.
The turning of the times has a number already set.
The alternation of yin and yang is beyond human power.

Heaven's mandate was never anyone's private possession.
The formless transforms — being and non-being arise.
The stage of universal salvation has now passed.
We enter the path of gathering and fruition.

Water and fire in harmony open the era of culture,
cultivating the core of the next generation.
All of this, all of this — not human power.
How could human power accomplish such things?

Brothers and sisters, tell the crooked path from the straight.
Pack your bags early, and set out early on the road.

Session Three

The Fifteenth Day of the Eighth Month, Year Dinghai (1947) — Mid-Autumn Festival

Teacher Mother Sun Huiming Humbly Requests Guidance

Lord Guan (關雲長), leading the law officers, descends:

Righteousness pierces the clouds — aspiration soars to heaven.
Advancing and retreating without compromise: outstanding and worthy.
Red-faced, loyal-hearted, embracing the Spring and Autumn.
Holding the candle until dawn, these twelve years.

I, Guan Yunchang, leading the law officers, by imperial decree, have come to the Buddha Hall. I enter the chamber and pay my respects to the Imperial Carriage. May Yuehui be at peace. Has the Master recovered? My concern hangs heavy with grief.

Alas, alas. I stop here.

The Ten Great Physicians (十大明醫) descend:

The Eighteenth Patriarch, Master Bow-and-Long, destined to his age —
the great Dao vast and boundless, proclaimed throughout the world.
One pointing from the Bright Master, ten thousand ties resolved.
Healing away the old habits, making a new life.

We, the Ten Great Physicians, by gracious decree, have come especially to the altar. Having paid our respects — may the Master take care of himself. We are concerned about the difficult matter. We come today regarding the illness: the Master will be without obstruction. Teacher Mother, set your heart at rest.

Alas, alas. We stop here.

The hosts of heaven — ten thousand immortals, bodhisattvas, and celestial saints — descend:

All desires released, ten thousand thoughts all empty.
Heavenly nature perfectly bright, the immortal spirit restored.
Divine mystery beyond measure — bodhi as companion.
Sages and worthies as steps upon the bodhisattva's path.

We, the hosts of heaven — ten thousand immortals and bodhisattvas — by gracious decree, attending the Holy Carriage, have come to the Buddha's raft. We bow to Heaven. May Yuehui be well. Let the assembly stand in reverence. We will not linger.

Haha! We stop here.

Young Maotian (茂田小兒), leading the three classes, descends:

Rowdy and boisterous! Chattering and laughing, winking and nudging, jumping about as I please!

I, Young Maotian, leading the three classes, attending the Holy Carriage, have come to the Dharma altar. I bow to the August Mother. Is the Golden Parent at peace? My father's illness makes this child's heart ache.

Alas, alas. I stop here.

Master Ji the Crazy (濟癲) — Ji Gong — descends, accompanying Yuehui:

Come to celebrate the festival!
Mid-Autumn is spent so well —
there is eating and there is drinking,
but the Living Buddha alone is left hungry and wanting.

I, your Master Ji the Crazy, accompanying Yuehui, in attendance upon Heaven. May Yuehui be well in body. The season turns cool — please take care. Be cautious, so that I need not worry.

Alas, alas. I stop here.

The Golden Patriarch (金公老祖) descends, attending the Heavenly Carriage:

Golden thread, jade pavilion — long life, extended years.
Public virtue, shared covenant — the days of Shun, the skies of Yao.
The Ancestor arrives at this period to manage the Great Gathering.
The Master's Dharma: unchanging. Rare through all ages.

I, the Golden Patriarch, attending the Heavenly Carriage, have come to the Buddha's chamber. Having paid respects to God on High — may Yuehui be at ease. As Ancestor, I set down the planchette and await the Holy Writing.

Alas, alas. I stop here.

The two Attendant Children (駕前童子) descend before the Carriage:

The Carriage departs the Heaven of Wuji —
front and rear, we attend the Mother's face.
Young and old receive the Heavenly Dao.
Sons and daughters transcend the abyss.

We two, the Attendant Children before the Carriage, attending God on High, have come to the altar steps. We bow to Heaven. We stop the planchette and write no more.

Heehee! We stop here.

Mingming Shangdi — the Imperial Mother of Wuji (明明上帝 無極皇娘) — descends:

The bright virtue lies in renewing the people.
God on High, who made all things — grace runs deep.
Ten thousand spirits, all existence: one principle divided.
The True Governor of all that is — the most honored of all.

I, Mingming Shangdi, the Imperial Mother of Wuji — today, at Mid-Autumn, I lead my guard to the hall. Children, receive the Carriage. May Yuehui be at peace.

But touched by what I see, my tender heart breaks.

Children — rise and listen to my teaching.

Alas —

I look up and sigh: the time has reached its critical pass.
I look down and sigh: the calamity is terribly cruel.
I sigh at this world — a boundless ocean of suffering.
I sigh that my children linger and will not come home.

The three great examinations approach, to select the worthy.
Storm rain, wild wind — ocean waves overturn.
The time of testing has come. The crucible furnace is set.
False winds test the field of the human heart.

Eight feet and seven hands — no thread to follow.
Sand flies, stones hurl, fire fills the sky.
The great earth in utter chaos —
five demons descend and riot across the Central Plains.

Forest of guns, rain of bullets, rising from the four directions.
Eggs stacked, nests overturned — the tree cannot stand.
Whole families separated, unable to gather even ten.
The nation without a master — high and low in ruin.

Eight barbarians press in, nine tribes advance.
The world carved up — the fruit cannot be made whole.
But who knows that Heaven secretly governs?
The wise hold firm in heart and guard the true transmission.

The world is dark — no path lit before you.
Only those with steady resolve can advance alone.
In an instant, heaven and earth become scorched earth —
hold fast to one thread: it reaches Heaven.

In the darkness, infinite wonders work on their own.
The Dao is not far from people — it dwells in the heart.
Recognize the true principle of emptiness and wondrous being.
Each of you: honor your Teacher and follow Heaven.

In the final age, even the stars and constellations seek the Dao.
Those who seek and receive the pointing cross the calamity gate.
Above, even the stars and the Milky Way are saved —
and only then, without regret or shame, transcend the dusty world.

Perform merit and establish virtue: the five directions bear witness.
Those with resolve can become vessels of greatness.
Sweep away three, scatter four — the demon-thieves are destroyed.
Heart clear, spirit pure — free from a thousand entanglements.

Harmonious, but not swept along. Present, but not vulgar.
Well-ordered and composed — never in disarray.
See the dusty world lightly: it all belongs to illusion.
Do not let the false disturb your true heavenly nature.

Be an extraordinary hero — a model among people.
Guard yourself like jade. Understand shame and integrity.
In matters where you differ from the crowd, stand alone.
Whip the fast horse forward — be swift, be ahead.

The present difficulty has already arrived.
At the tail end, walking the Dao grows harder still.
Prepare in your heart. Plan early.
Guard not only against what is, but against what has not yet come.

Destined original children — hear the true Dao.
Look and see: this is the final scene.
No division between us. Advance together in virtue.
Stop debating who comes last and who comes first.

When the stem falls, the melon ripens on its own —
then you will understand what the immortals said.
Through the twelve hours, fulfill your duties with sincerity.
Do not concern yourself with what others do.

Be careful. Keep strict secrecy. Be cautious.
Hide your vessel, wait for the time, dwell in transcendence.
Planning before the rain is still possible —
do not walk blindly toward the crooked and deviant.

The common people: homeless, without a savior.
The era tilts — today is the final pass.
The people grieve and scatter across the wilderness.
This year, chaos — even gods and ghosts shiver.

Joy and sorrow, parting and meeting, change from morning to night.
Ding-fire, Zi and Hai — darkness and misery.
Deep pain: hard to escape the suffering of life and death.
In the year of Hai, all collapses. There is no paradise.

Husband and wife, father and son — none can take the other's place.
Death tonight at the third watch — not a moment's delay.
People of the world exhaust themselves for their children,
tossing and turning, pressed by the cycle of days.

The common saying: when wind and fire scatter, all is finished.
The folk saying: when debts are full, they must be repaid.
But roam freely — anywhere under heaven.
When the Dao is high, why fear flood or fire?

Without grain, free to fly — the wild crane's joy.
The gentleman who knows destiny: his virtue unbroken.
Joy and sorrow — no one can avoid them.
Yang and yin exchange, separated by a single page.

Who knows the great swan's ambition, piercing the clouds?
Devoted to the Dao's purpose — clear and unbending.
Born into the era of the Three Periods,
understand principle, return to the root, aspire to sagehood.

When the heart receives and the spirit understands, suddenly all is clear:
the realm of carefree freedom, without vexation.
The guiltless one examines himself at every hour.
Wandering through the immortal realm, the vision broadens.

When the celestial examinations are fathomed, even the gods stand in awe.
Gods and humans linked together — manifest and complete.
Study with diligence, gain the true delight —
even the small grass and reed are seen by the Bright Emperor.

Fearlessly practice the three kinds of giving, each to the utmost.
Embody Heaven, walk the Dao — let the flower bloom.
From beginning to end, consistent, without slackening.
The fruit still lies within the fresh-blooming flower.

Now left-path sorcery appears.
Those with bright eyes see through it clearly.
Their arts — both active and still — call wind and rain,
scattering beans to make soldiers, summoning hosts to move mountains.

Hordes of demons rise to fight, each showing their might —
boasting boldly, competing for position.
Three thousand six hundred deviant paths:
the Patriarch will gather them all back to the true.

Can any school or teaching stand outside this principle?
Disciples, understand the root. Investigate its source.
Forty-eight thousand — the examination opens.
Good from evil, fool from sage: all are divided.

Guide the people, teach and transform — draw them back with principle.
Self and other: depart from ten thousand ties.
The whole world together understands the wonder.
All people at ease — old and young at peace.

Honoring the past, enriching the future — the day of emergence.
Everyone follows the words of the Doctrine of the Mean.
Good and evil, right and wrong — in the end, all are judged.
The Dao is like warm sun. The calamity: a fading autumn.

I, your Mother, show you this one passage. Within it, many mysteries run through. Who can find the mystery within? That one is truly wise and broadly learned.

Today, at Mid-Autumn, I come to the altar. Meeting my filial daughter, my heart aches. Children all gathered, filling the hall — the sight brings back the past. I recall the events of sixty thousand years ago. To this day it feels as if they are before my eyes.

My compassionate heart cannot find ease. I release my voice of sorrow. From the homeland of No-Birth, I gaze toward the Eastern lands. In the East there are so few who understand — to whom shall I play the song of High Mountain and Flowing Water?

I, your Mother, have always been tender-hearted in my grief. When my child travels a thousand miles, my heart follows in worry. I suffer while my rebellious children play — still within the calamity, chasing joy. But there is Tianran, and there is Yuehui — saving the world, transforming people — and I find some small peace.

When I speak of the Great Gathering, tears of grief fall drop by drop onto the sand tray. My sons, my daughters — for the work of the Dao, how much lifeblood, how many good words have you poured out? A full heart of bitter effort, day and night exhausting the spirit in planning. Enduring every hardship, using every last ounce of strength. All day long, keeping the accounts of the Dao.

Now affairs are in great disorder, burdening my filial son Tianran. Excessive worry has become illness. His body grows weak. I, your Mother, every moment hang with concern. My sons, my daughters exhaust their hearts and strength — how can I find peace?

The Heavenly timing grows urgent by the day. We approach the final critical pass. Heaven and hell are judged right here — and when I speak of it, my heart turns to grief.

Children at the altar — join hands together. With one heart and one virtue, support the Master's shoulders. If my children divide again between this side and that, my heart is pierced as by a knife.

The era has entered its dark phase. Children — are your hearts clear? Heaven tests and humanity verifies, judging at this very hour. One deviant thought and you plunge into the abyss. Each of you must know the times and set your compass. Appreciate your Master's bitter heart.

Children: to save others, first save yourself. Lead by example. If you cannot set yourself right and establish the root, how can you become a person who aspires to sagehood? Each must honor the Teacher and advance in the Dao — sincere without ceasing, devoted in heart. Press your hand to your chest and ask: am I truly without shame? Only then can you be called one who has done their utmost and can accord with Heaven.

I only hope that my children will each awaken. Do not make my heart grieve any more. The Heavenly timing is urgent — what shall we do? Everything must be prepared and arranged. Can the work of the Dao be done carelessly? The slightest negligence and testing comes at once — not only will the Dao be hard to sustain, it will drag my children into suffering.

This is not what my heart desires. But without testing, how can saints and sages be selected? Filial daughter, set your heart at rest. All will be well. Do your utmost and accord with Heaven. I want to lift the testing — but if I do, how can the worthy be selected?

Filial son, weigh carefully what is best. Daughter — why not speak your mind?

Teacher Mother Sun Huiming weeps bitterly, kneeling before the altar, and begs the Imperial Mother's compassion — willing to take the Master's illness upon herself.

Filial daughter, you need not grieve so. Rise and hear your Mother's words. If my filial daughter wants to do as she says, I, your Mother, have words that are hard to speak.

Alas —

My daughter, rise. Do not kneel. My son's illness is of no great concern. It is merely the weather being unsettled, combined with worry and grief taking hold of him. My daughter, rise now — do not grieve so. I, your Mother, have mysterious ways working in secret. Hereafter, all will be well day by day.

All that manifests — is it by human power? All the testing is mysterious upon mysterious. I, your Mother, naturally have my purpose. Human wisdom, however great, cannot prevail over Heaven. My daughter, rise. Do not kneel again. I have my wondrous ways.

Is there anything more you wish to ask? If not, I will withdraw from the altar.

Teacher Mother and the assembly together kneel and beg the Imperial Mother's compassion, that the Master's illness may heal soon.

When the time comes, there will be wonders without limit. Why need I speak of my compassion? If you say the Heavenly Dao is guaranteed to protect — my Dao cannot utter such words.

A sincere heart naturally receives Heaven's protection. To sacrifice one's life for righteousness: this is principle itself. Guan Yu and Yue Fei were illustrious — though they died, their glorious names echo through ten thousand ages. All who sacrifice themselves for the Dao will certainly attain the supreme Nirvana.

I know my filial daughter's heart completely. Who can match her virtue? Filial daughter, set your heart at rest. Do not worry. Be patient and wait for the time.

Children below the altar — understand this meaning. Each of you should show your heart for the Dao. Act on Heaven's behalf and follow the Master's will. With one heart and one virtue, do your part. Never divide into "you" and "me." Let your filial devotion be expressed in utmost sincerity.

No need to divide or worry. Hereafter, all will be well day by day. My son has passed through many fields of testing — by now he should understand this difficult pass. Filial daughter, do not grieve. My compassion and my wonders are without limit.

How could I not grieve too? I grieve because I love all my daughters and my sons.

Alas —

All these words cannot exhaust my instructions. I hope my daughter will set her heart at rest and watch what comes. Children, let your clear hearts show sincere devotion — one heart, undivided, united as one. I show you this and have no other words.

It is the time. It is the fate. It is the number of the final pass.

Teacher Mother again begs: "Venerable Mother — please, have more compassion."

Filial daughter, rise. Do not kneel. In days to come, all will naturally become clear. If my filial daughter kneels before the altar once more, my grief will be such that words will not come.

I show you this, withdraw the planchette, and say no more. In secret, I bestow the spirit pill.

Parting from my children, I release my voice of sorrow. My heart is pierced as by a rain of arrows. The love between mother and child — how deep, how heavy. Parting, I cannot stop the tears from soaking my robe.

Alas, alas, alas. I withdraw.

The Teaching Within the Teaching

Hidden within the Imperial Mother's teaching on that same Mid-Autumn night, this Heavenly Secret Text (天機文) was concealed — a prophecy within a prophecy:

Approaching seven times seven — forty-nine.
Heaven dark, earth dark — not a star in the sky.
Five demons mix with the world. Strange things appear.
The Central Plains carved up — each side plants its flag.

The common people grieve. Fathers and sons are scattered.
Mourning geese across the wilderness — hearts in anguish.
Science fails. Sorcery rises.
A thousand gates, ten thousand teachings — all emerge at once.

The storm wind shakes the fruit from the tree.
Those who hold firm to the Dao will suffer humiliation.
The great cosmos tangled like a horse's tail —
watch where you go.

This year Dinghai, thirty-six fulfilled.
Fire-virtue hands over the decree — the realm of principle wanders.
Vairocana's flower opens: watch for the fruit.
Master and disciple part — on the Mid-Autumn.

Session Four

The Tenth Day of the Second Month, Year Wuzi (1948)

Compassionate Teaching of Yuehui Bodhisattva (月慧菩薩)

Adapting to the times, applying the proper measure.
Proclaiming the Dao, promoting truth, selecting the worthy and capable.
Managing affairs on Heaven's behalf, setting right the final gathering.
Following the model of the ancient sages, walking the true Dao.
The Heavenly Dao descends to the world, saving the good and faithful.
Transforming the lost and the blind, returning them to Heaven.
Only with a true commission can one resolve life and death.
United in purpose, the Dao manifests in grandeur.

I, Yuehui Bodhisattva, by gracious decree, have come to the altar. I bow to the Heavenly Carriage and take up the planchette.

Heavenly Mandate! Heavenly Mandate! One pointing resolves death and grants transcendence. Most honored, most weighty — the manager's duty is truly no light matter. To carry on Heaven's work and establish the ultimate: a lamp for ten thousand people. Everywhere, everyone shows respect. The commission comes from the immortals and buddhas — receive it reverently. Think on this with fear and trembling. Hold always to the center.

Moonlight, brilliant, illuminates the courtyard.
The stars shine bright, each revealing its name.
Winter departs, spring arrives — misfortune turns to fortune.
The altar turns, the signs change, human affairs renew.

Your Master Bow-and-Long has delivered Heaven's decree.
All disciples follow, fulfilling their vows.
The managers receive the Heavenly Mandate a second time —
this is not the past. You must examine clearly.

This time, having taken your great vows anew,
you must change the half-hearted attitude of before.
Seven generations of ancestors and nine of descendants ride on this.
Never treat it as child's play.

There are still thirty articles of the regulations.
With every word and breath, you pledged to follow them.
But if Teacher Mother observes you now,
compared to before, the illness has not improved.

Why is it that the more you cultivate, the more you regress?
If conscience does not stir, how can the Dao succeed?
A cart without its yoke-pins cannot move forward.
A person without integrity can hardly survive.

As the representative of the Bright Master,
how can you speak without regard for your actions?
The manager is the standard for all people.
Every word and deed carries weight beyond measure.

If one person is genuine, ten thousand follow in truth.
If one person is false, all fall together into the pit.
To harm a person's body, one must repay with one's life.
But the spiritual account for ten thousand souls — how can that debt ever be cleared?

Teacher Mother speaks this with an aching heart.
I want to stop the planchette and say no more.
I would rather not continue — yet I must.
I hope my disciples will quickly cure these ills:

Great vows treated as toothache charms —
recited for relief, then forgotten.
Regulations treated as wind passing the ear.

Pulling this way and that to cover your own faults.
Grafting and transplanting to claim others' achievements.

Openly chanting scriptures and proclaiming justice,
secretly wielding schemes to build private alliances.
Seeing others' accomplishments fills your eyes with fire.
Seeing others' faults, you feel no compassion.

Taking responsibility upon yourself without exerting full effort,
yet wielding the Heavenly Mandate to show off your authority.
Where there is the slightest profit, you force your way in.
Where things go wrong, you push yourself clean.

When discussing matters, it is always others who are wrong.
When it comes to doing the work, it is always you who are capable.
Examining others' faults — sharp as a bright mirror.
Examining your own faults — blind as a sightless child.

If you continue like this without changing,
never mind sagehood — how can you even become worthy?
Do not complain that Teacher Mother's words are cold.
If teaching is not strict, the teacher bears the fault.

Know that the Heavenly Mandate does not abide with the ordinary.
Those who are not good will have it quietly taken back — understand this clearly.
I hope my disciples will maintain constant vigilance.
Whatever you do, do not remain lost in confusion.

From today forward, renew yourself daily.
Cast off the filthy, petty old heart.
Past wrongs, present wrongs — let there be no future wrongs.
If you still do not correct your faults, this life is finished.

Good disciples — listen!
Do not waste Teacher Mother's bitter words.

Know that the Heavenly Mandate is the most precious thing —
the loyal and filial children, selected from the thirty-six.
The gentleman has three fears, and the first is the Heavenly Mandate.
How could the Heavenly Mandate be borne by ordinary people?

The great work of the Final Gathering depends on the Heavenly Mandate.
Without the Mandate, how can ten thousand matters be set right?
With the Mandate, a thousand buddhas come to assist.
With the Mandate, ten thousand immortals answer the call.

You disciples received the Mandate and bear the holy title
because you accumulated virtue and performed great deeds in past lives.
To seek the Dao still requires three lifetimes of good fortune.
To receive the Mandate requires deep roots and perseverance.

Understanding this, you must never abandon yourselves.
Rouse again the limitless great spirit.
Nurture the younger generation according to the person and the place.
Read their words and observe their faces — know when to press forward and when to stop.

Do not see people and remain silent.
If you do not speak, how can the Dao reach them?
And do not teach without proper progression,
provoking frustration and wasting your effort.

Bearing the Heavenly Mandate, you must carry authority and weight.
Watch your step and do not follow blindly.
Choose the good and follow it; where you find yourself lacking, change.
Each person's position must be clearly understood.

Proceed step by step, heads bowed, pressing forward.
True merit and genuine goodness are the essential foundation.
Do not worry that others do not know you.
When the curtain of the White Sun era rises, true merit will be revealed.

Master and disciples, hand in hand, laughing together —
when the great work is understood, the good news will be reported above.

I will write no more. I take my leave of the Carriage. Parting from my disciples, I withdraw from the altar and return to Heaven. I withdraw.

Session Five

The Ninth Day of the Third Month, Year Jichou (1949)

Compassionate Teaching of Yuehui Bodhisattva (月慧菩薩)

The flowing years are like water, time flies like an arrow.
The world's affairs change in the blink of an eye.
If you do not put in the effort while still young and strong,
in old age you will only sigh in vain.

The great drama is being performed — the scenes shift and change.
Roles are assigned: scholar, maiden, painted face, clown.
Earth-shaking, ghost-stirring, enough to make spirits weep.
All of you — pay attention to this critical moment.

I, Yuehui Bodhisattva, your Teacher Mother, by decree leave the Buddha's Court. I bow to the Heavenly Carriage. I greet my worthy disciples. I take up the planchette and write once more.

Alas —

By imperial decree I leave Heaven and descend to the altar.
Meeting my disciples, I take up my brush to write these words.
A bellyful of words stored up — truly without limit.
The affairs of my heart — how could they be told in a single moment?

Looking upon the state of the world, I cannot help but sigh.
Thinking of the Heavenly timing, my heart grows more bitter.
I recall the great work of this Third Period —
the times are not the same as before.

Your Teacher's universal salvation mission has already been fulfilled.
At the very end, the time has come for the Final Gathering.
That I, your Mother, follow Heaven's command — this is the settled principle.
There is nothing I can do: the Heavenly Mandate is stern.

This great work is truly a burden beyond bearing.
How could it be easy to account for before Heaven?
The Three Realms — immortals, ghosts, and humans — are all under examination.
In human affairs, the complications multiply.

After each trial, each round brings its changes.
Through wind and waves, the risings and fallings differ.
At each crossing, each confession, each reconnection —
alas, my disciples are too muddled and mixed.

There are good people, truly many who are virtuous.
But know this: the unworthy are also plentiful.
Jade and stone are constantly confused with one another.
Even exhausting human effort, how easy is it to sort the two?

Yet even so, the final authority belongs to Heaven.
The great pivot is beyond human power to shift.
The examinations before and after — three great tests —
once the results are settled, the foolish and the wise will be distinguished.

I, your Mother, know that my own strength is truly limited.
My heart is vast, but alone, how can I steer the boat?
In truth, it is through Heaven's vast and boundless grace —
the immortals and buddhas have all risen together to help at the altar.

In the Three Heavens, not a single arhat remains.
All have descended in disguise, hidden their names, and come down to the mortal world.
Know this: at the August Mother's urging,
they manifest spirit-light and transformation, wondrous and natural.

Every buddha-nature carries out Heaven's great work.
All have benefited greatly from Heaven's radiant grace.
Because of this, my Mother's heart finds some peace.
More than that, a generation of good and worthy disciples has appeared.

Talents of the middle stream are gradually being selected and revealed.
Hand in hand, they share the great responsibility.
Only then can affairs be set in proper order.
What I, your Mother, still hope for: more understanding, more contemplation.

For the sake of all living beings, I plan and reckon every day,
making no distinction between day and night.
The loose ends in every direction are still in disarray.
To sort and set them right — how could it not cost the heart?

Do not be foolish and proud, falling into empty traps.
Bow your heads and cultivate — and you may receive Heaven's tender mercy.
You must understand: the great reckoning, before and after, is coming.

It does not matter how imposing you were in the past.
It does not matter what face you presented to the world.
It does not matter how much or how little frontier ground you broke.
It does not matter how many or how few people you brought to the Dao.
It does not matter how broad your achievements may have been.

Principle and feeling — you must learn to tell them apart.
Public and private — they are judged in the space of a single thought.
In the light and in the dark, everywhere is a test.
Straight and crooked — not a hair's breadth of leniency will be shown.

When the crisis arrives and your heart has no anchor,
I fear that all your past effort will be finished in a single stroke.
Rising and falling — speak of it and the heart trembles with fear.
Truly fearsome, this final pass.

You must hold sincerity and let it move Heaven.
Still the heart, confess, and do not deceive yourselves.
Cast off greed and vain imaginings — do not throw yourselves into chaos.
Hold to loyalty and faith, with constancy and firm resolve.

Without self and other, work together with impartial hearts.
Without barriers or obstacles, without tangles or snares.
If you can cultivate this self-mastery through constant refinement,
perhaps you may avoid being without a compass when the hour strikes.

If even now you do not prepare,
if you follow your whims, you will surely fall into the abyss.
When that moment comes and you are suddenly trapped in a bitter pit,
your regret, though real, will come too late.

Crying to Heaven, calling to the Earth,
you will find it impossible to turn yourself around.
In self-reproach, dragging your ancestors down with you.
Beating your chest and stamping your feet at the dark mountain.

See the present moment and know: this pass is no small matter.
How can you not make up your mind early?
The good days were always limited from the start.
Cherish them. Take advantage of the time. Press forward now.

Bear the heavy burden with resolute spirit.
Carry on from above, inspire and transform the younger generation.
Understand the heart of Heaven and the turning of the times.
Understand your Mother's will — share the labor as a matter of course.

Keep to your station. Accept your lot. Endure and work with patience.
If this is possible, do not delay any longer.
Do the work for a time — then you must withdraw and hide.
Follow the Heavenly timing. Human power cannot alter this.

At this pass, the changes are perilous.
Pay close attention. Do not look upon it lightly.
I, your Mother, have poured out all my heart and courage for you.
If you do not fail me — that is what makes a good disciple.

Ease my worry. Give your whole heart. Follow through.
Produce results — and you are the greatest among the worthy.
In this era, the White Sun age will manifest clearly.
When the drums and gongs are done, the great drama is finally sung complete.

Then each of you will know your own true face.
The affairs of Heaven and Earth will have their own reckoning.
When that time comes, affairs will no longer be in chaos.
The Dao will prevail, and the age of Yao and Shun will appear again.

Clapping hands with unbounded joy —
when suffering ends, the forty-eight thousand will taste sweetness.

What I, your Mother, have poured out — my heart's feelings are beyond telling.
It is for my disciples to contemplate and understand.
If even one word is understood and followed through,
held from beginning to end — you can become a buddha or immortal.

I will write no more. Take my words to heart.
Be cautious, discerning, and press forward with vitality.

I take my leave of the Carriage, parting from my disciples, and return to the Realm of Wuji. I withdraw from the altar and ride the clouds among the green mountains. I withdraw.

Session Six

The Thirteenth Day of the Third Month, Year Jichou (1949)

Descended Teaching of Tianran Ancient Buddha (天然古佛)

At the very end, the work of gathering the harvest — my heart is shattered.
How many times I have written, how many tears I have shed.
Why do you cling to delusion? Why do you sleep the dream of Nanke?
I sigh: time flows like water — once gone, it never returns.
Thinking of the past, worrying about the future — how can I not be haggard and worn?
How many have truly understood this compassionate heart?
Rise up and act! Be one who stands above the rest.
Keep your heart firm, your resolve undimmed. Act with sincerity.

I am Tianran, your teacher. By command I descend to the altar. I bow to the Heavenly Carriage. I meet my worthy disciples. I take up the planchette and write once more. Alas —

Your teacher descends to the altar and takes up the brush — ten thousand kinds of heartache.
Words fill my heart and gut, but they cannot all be spoken.
Before I take up the brush, ten thousand things clamor with no way to be written.
The moment I take it up, sorrow connects to sorrow.
Remembering the past, thinking of the future — all is on the reckoning board.
The affairs of Heaven and the human world are truly great — this is no empty talk.

Our Heavenly Dao has spread salvation universally, reaching every direction.
With the aid of spirits and buddhas, the flying planchette transforms — could human power alone achieve this?
Wherever the Dao reached, it saved the faithful, freed them from suffering, delivered them from danger.
True miracles, true evidence, trials of every kind.
This could not have been accomplished by human effort — it was done in accord with Heaven's destiny.
And so those who have reached the shore — their numbers are beyond counting.

Heavenly affairs are carried out in the human world — the three realms undergo their reckoning.
When the allotted time is fulfilled, the mandate must be returned — this is the natural order.
All these changes are part of the great examination.
The situation of each cultivator cannot be described in full.

Your teacher's return to Heaven — there were signs appointed by Heaven long beforehand.
Afterward, a great upheaval arose.
Those who recognized the new changes and stayed on the right path —
truly they can be counted like morning stars: few and scattered.

The Heavenly Mandate decreed that your Mother would take the helm — this is no light matter.
Truly she has bestowed special compassion and mercy upon each disciple.
Those who turn back with undivided heart and rediscover their Heavenly conscience —
if they truly confess, they can reconnect to the lineage and return to the fold.
Were it not for your Mother's compassion, all would have long ago lost their way.
Right and wrong, principle and feeling — who can truly see them clearly?

Your teacher's destiny was decreed by Heaven — how could it be determined by human reckoning?
Though my body has transformed, my heart remains always connected to my disciples.
For my disciples I have exhausted ten thousand kinds of care and thought.
My only fear: there will yet be more changes ahead.

When I look carefully at affairs in every quarter, at the community of cultivators —
truly, jade and stone are mixed, wheat and weeds tangled together.
True faces and false faces — who has ever clearly told them apart?
Empty and real, straight and crooked — so much remains unclear.
Without enduring great trials and repeated tempering,
I fear the extraordinary talents and the worthy ones cannot be sifted out.

Your Mother, sparing no effort, personally selects in every quarter,
spending bitter words and careful thought — all for this.
The appointed time of Heaven approaches — it is not far off.
In a single instant, the drums of Heaven will sound and ten thousand demons will rise.
Your merit and your fruit before the Dao will be reckoned without exception.
If you violated your vows and knowingly transgressed again — will Heaven be lenient?
The thunder of Heaven moves — destruction is not far off.
Speaking of this truly makes your teacher's courage run cold.

All you disciples who have already confessed and made your vows —
your cultivation must never be set aside.
I urge you above all: embody your teacher's heart. Let sincerity run through you always.
Truly reform, truly renew yourselves — then you can advance.
Being free of faults is itself a merit — always encourage yourselves thus.
Without greed and delusion, without selfish desire, you can escape the demons' entanglement.

At this moment — truly this can be called the critical juncture.
If you still go through the motions, deceiving yourselves — how pitiful.
You must build yourselves from the root, from the very foundation.
Not the slightest wavering — your heart must be settled, your resolve firm.
Subdue the dragon and tiger, nurture your heart-nature, cast away scattered thoughts.
When human desire is exhausted, Heavenly principle gradually becomes clear.

If you truly cultivate, you must not be stained again by desire and passion.
Worldly bonds and attachments — cut them with one stroke. Cultivate together, advance together.
If you truly cultivate, you cannot permit a single erring thought.
Be cautious at the smallest level, discerning in the finest detail — everything matters.
If you truly cultivate, hold your sincerity — it will move both Heaven and the hearts of others.
Virtue and authority together, firmness and gentleness in balance, lively and adaptable.
With guiding principles as your anchor, only then can you adapt to circumstances.
If you go with the current and join the corrupt, you will cast yourself into the abyss.
Sweep away the three minds, let the four appearances vanish — self and other, uncontaminated.
Without "this one" or "that one," without discrimination — all in harmony.
In all procedures, seek clarity — strive for beauty and perfection.
Looking up to Heaven, looking down to Earth — let your heart have nothing to be ashamed of.
Embody Heaven's heart and its love for life — bring all people back to their origin.
Understand your teacher's intent, promulgate the holy Dao — cross through these remaining years.
Do not fail your Mother's heart — she teaches and encourages you in person.
Walk the one true path — and you can return to the Origin.

You must understand Heaven's wondrous workings and its many arrangements.
This drama of truth — who would dare speak of it lightly?
Know this: the slightest carelessness and you will fall into your own trap.
The greater the responsibility, the greater the danger.
If one person is wise and clear, ten thousand receive the blessing.
If one person is deluded, ten thousand fall into the abyss.
Even your ancestors of nine generations are swept along — how lamentable.
Any leader who hears these words — can your courage not run cold?

Ever more like standing at the edge of an abyss, treading on thin ice.
The further you advance in cultivation, the more you realize its immense difficulty.
Cultivating our Dao appears simple on the surface —
but if you trace it to its root, it is anything but ordinary.
It is for each disciple to examine their own cultivation through tempering.
If you apply your heart sincerely, you will understand.
Through genuine experience — examining body and mind —
the more refined it becomes, the more one must be cautious, the harder it grows.
Extending this to every plan and deed, examining yourself at every turn —
you can thereby verify the depth and shallowness of your karmic connections.
Always use this to encourage yourself — do not take it lightly.
If you let this time pass empty, the future will be unbearable.

Since you already have some understanding, rouse yourselves and act.
Know the Heavenly timing, observe the earthly conditions — let these be your compass.
Do not let the heart go slack, do not let the will flag — this determines completion.
Even if you exhaust your own strength in fulfilling your duty, the greater body will prevail.
Though the Heavenly pivot is already hidden, there will yet be one more revelation.
Carry out each task in proper order — seek stability and peace.
When it is time to step forward, step forward — show your true face.
When it is time to conceal yourself, hide your form — Heaven secretly selects the worthy.
These affairs truly require careful attention and discernment.
The great sorting of all affairs must follow Heaven's will.
Light turns to dark, dark turns to light — this is not for humans to calculate.
Adversity becomes fortune, fortune becomes adversity — follow the natural course.

You must always be true-hearted through and through.
You must always be able to endure humiliation with an ocean's capacity.
You must always have vision: high, broad, and far.
You must always stand firm on your feet, never bending.
You must always hold firm to your own judgment.
You must always use wisdom to distinguish right from wrong.
You must always rely on utmost sincerity to move Heaven.
You must always rely on your conscience and never deceive yourself.

Do not be lenient with yourself, do not excuse yourself — cultivate in earnest.
When the time comes, though ten thousand tests descend, let your resolve be hard as steel.
Do not fear the rushing storms or the towering perils.
Do not let gold or silver shake your heart.
Do not fear the demons and their myriad terrors.
Still less fear violence and brutality, however imposing.
With righteous spirit, never faltering, drive back the evil and the corrupt.
In the end, stand in magnificent spirit, spanning earth and heaven.

If you meet the critical pass, examine your heart.
The greatest thing is to give your body for the Dao.
Follow truth, exhaust righteousness — their value is without limit.
Even this is only a small repayment to Heaven.
I hope my disciples will bring forth loyal hearts and burning courage.
In earnest, accomplish this mission — in the blink of an eye it will be done.
The favorable time for doing meritorious work is truly not far off.

See how the winds of the world are changing — all four seas are in turmoil.
Dragons contend and tigers fight — where is there peace?
If the Dao goes into hiding and you try to build merit afterward — will it not be too late?
At this time, you absolutely must not fail to rouse yourselves.
Always polish, always refine — advance day by day.

What your teacher has shown in this one writing — the feelings remaining are without limit.
These are words from the depths of my heart — I hope my disciples will contemplate and understand them.
I will write no more. I set down the planchette.
The matters in my heart are still too many to speak of in one moment.

Now I bid farewell to my worthy disciples and withdraw from the altar to return. My only wish: that you will follow these words and ease your teacher's heart. I withdraw.

Session Seven

The Fifteenth Day of the Third Month, Year Jichou (1949)

Descended Teaching of Tianran Ancient Buddha (天然古佛)

The qi of destiny is just now changing — Heaven's timing grows yet more urgent.
Observing the direction of the wind, I cannot help but be stricken.
Examining human affairs — still so much left unheeded.
Again I worry for my disciples — their mediocrity, their foolishness,
who have lost sight of the standard.
The ancient temple bell rings ceaselessly —
alarming beyond measure.
Look clearly at the road ahead — what does it hold?
Rouse yourselves early and shoulder your responsibility.
You must know: constancy, sincerity, firmness, and resolve.
Let your will be calm and steady.

I, Tianran Ancient Buddha, your Teacher Gongzhang, by imperial edict descend to the Dharma altar. I pay my respects to the Imperial Carriage. Joyfully meeting this auspicious occasion — the Spring Festival Great Ceremony — all things renewed. Your Teacher is moved once more, with feelings beyond measure. Specially borrowing the jade brush to convey teachings to all the faithful. First calm your breath and listen carefully to what I say. Sigh —

Your Teacher takes up the planchette — ten thousand feelings in my heart.
By grace, today I meet this good occasion.
Spring Festival celebrated together — spirits and humans alike are honored.
Through utmost sincerity, the visible and invisible are joined as one.

Boundless feelings — sorrow wells from within.
Recalling the past, gazing toward the future.
The great matter of the final days — Heaven's appointed hour draws near.
How can one fathom it — chaos still unremedied.

The Dao's destiny is changing — how could it be the same as before.
This final Universal Salvation — do not look upon it lightly.
The Eternal Mother weeps with compassion — haggard and worn all day.
If only there were more filial and worthy ones to comfort the Parent's heart.

All manner of parting sorrows — thinking of them, the heart grieves.
Chaotic clouds gathering — spring's colors turned to autumn.
Flowing water passes on — cherish the appointed time.
How many auspicious moments, once missed, are hard to meet again.

Carefully examine your own hearts — investigate the Way of Heaven and humanity.
Do not neglect this any longer — lest you sink and fall of your own accord.
The hour grows late — how can you afford further delay.
The great calamity draws ever closer — how perilous it is.

Affairs are in turmoil — order and chaos, rise and fall.
Right and wrong, success and failure — do not blind yourself to principle.
Unfurl your sky-piercing ambitions early — stretch your great aspirations now.
Steadfast and unwavering — aspire to sagehood, aspire to the divine.

Embody Heaven's compassionate grace — rescue the people of this world.
Let the brethren return to the root — the Dao's destiny renewed.
Of one breath, joined in principle — originally one body.
Sorrow and joy intertwined — shoulder the responsibility.

Investigate Heaven's timing — strive and pursue with urgency.
Hold your aim firm and steady — so you may cross the final autumn.
Rouse yourselves to action — become heroic leaders.
Redouble your spirit — bring glory to your ancestral spirits.

Follow the times, discern the destiny — spread the true Dao.
None of this is trivial — there is always a reason behind it.
The burden is not light — how can you slacken.
Constantly examine yourselves — be careful in word and deed.

Teach by personal example — the Way of non-contrivance.
Open your heart with utter sincerity — subtle and wondrous.
Move Heaven without pretense — repent from beginning to end.
Enrich and concentrate — let brilliance be your beauty.

Harmonious yet not swept along — composed and free.
Neither clinging nor frivolous.
Strict in self-discipline — embody the practice deeply.
Faithful in treating others — investigate the subtlest beginnings with utmost depth.

Nourish the heart, diminish desire — sweep away the marks upon the mind.
With few obstructions, little darkness will obscure the light.
Trace the root, pursue the branches — advance and investigate.
When wonder meets the heart — do not carelessly destroy it.

As times turn and scenes shift — problems arise everywhere.
Since you bear responsibility — do not cling to delusion.
Wind and rain unceasing — now bright, now dark.
Events have their causes — calculate carefully.

This time is no small matter — examine yourselves.
Pay attention to practice — pay attention to seeking.
Set your foundation without error — take firm hold of the handle.
Follow the rules and walk the path — true and real, without falsehood.

Hold your aspirations with constancy — consistent from first to last.
Though you meet hardship — do not stop halfway.
Keep your bearing calm — mind level, will settled.
Find the clear thread — begin to correct what is wrong.

Do not defy Heaven's will — always investigate.
Do not harbor excuses — cultivate your responsibility.
Affairs change ten thousand ways — how easily can one predict them.
It is for you to recognize the turning point and act with understanding.

This very moment — slow and urgent, gradual and swift.
Adapt to changes with flexible authority — only then will there be no obstruction.
What does the road ahead hold — the sea rises in waves.
Steer the Dharma boat steadily — polish your efforts together.

Do not fear the wind and dust — labor diligently morning and evening.
Hardship is the root — only then can merit be built.
Cherish time, measure your strength — lift each other's spirit.
Attend to the essentials, truly cultivate — ceaselessly strengthen yourselves.

The stakes are extraordinary — do not let them grow dim.
Your own ancestral spirits — carried on your two shoulders.
With every rise and fall — can you not feel shame before yourself.
Trembling and cautious — how dare you retreat even slightly.

The days remaining are few — make your decisions early.
Miss the opportunity, defy the time — what use is self-regret.
Time flows like water — you should know to repent.
Day and night without slacking — burning the midnight oil.

Rectifying yourself is foremost — then establish the teaching for others.
Devote your whole heart to nothing else — practice merit, repay grace.
As the years pass softly — do not grow idle or lazy.
Heaven's virtue is broadly bestowed — the heart should give thanks.

At critical junctures — grow in wisdom and strategy.
The more you encounter demonic trials — the more you should truly cultivate.
Constant and unchanging — the true nature of a hero.
Endure this one moment — joy for ten thousand ages.

Not much longer now — Heaven's pivot is turning.
The spectacle of the final days — the heart chills, the spirit trembles.
Heaven dark, earth dim — all murky and turbid.
Your own light — take charge of it early.

Set your course early — arrange the order of things.
In this great matter — extraordinary talents are being selected.
Handle it with true heart and real effort — in the end you will become a model.
Heaven and the abyss, two paths — determined by a single thought.

Plan for the future — investigate and awaken to clarity.
Follow Heaven, accord with humanity — and naturally no calamity will come.
Overcast and clear alternate — hard to fathom the meaning.
Guard your station, wait for the moment — endure this juncture.

Proclaim the teaching on Heaven's behalf — sail the ship of compassion together.
To assist in this final move — the responsibility is immense.
Know that subtle mystery is in everything — every matter contains it.
Even the most minute things — do not treat any of them lightly.

Look ahead with courage, attend to what lies behind — watch left and right with care.
You cannot be careless — once lost, it is hard to recover.
Distinguish right from wrong — do not let your conscience be found wanting.
Competing for advantage, comparing high and low — this is not the action you need.

Assess the times, gauge the situation — cherish these days.
Set your body and mind in order — clarity above all.
Do not be self-proud — do not let arrogance rise.
Even a trace of this mind — and the result is ruined.

Heed the laws of Heaven — make them manifest with care.
The severity of rise and fall — how can you not stand in awe.
Since you cultivate and serve — take responsibility and bring it to perfection.
Seek their fulfillment — only then are your vows completed.

Embody Heaven's compassion — bring the original people home.
Embody your Teacher's hopes — establish the Dao, cultivate virtue.
This moment is not the past — the task of gathering in is vast.
Fortunately, your Teacher Mother responds to destiny, holding the altar.

Carrying forward and opening new paths — extraordinary talent for spreading the Dao.
Rushing and toiling — with feelings beyond measure.
But for you, my disciples — what road do I fear.
Not declining any hardship — arranging the good plan.

Since you are my disciples — you should embody this heart.
Let your hearts not be anxious — share the burden and rise up.
Prepare to advance — guard your proper station.
Stop hesitating — rouse yourselves even more.

Heaven's mechanism is hard to predict — weigh the moment carefully.
Find the thread — set the pattern.
How can we divide before and after — together in strength we rescue.
Pulling back the raging waves — children of one Mother, flesh and bone.

Fulfill your duties to repay grace — and slightly comfort the Parent's heart.
Hearts calm, wills steady — from beginning to end, never divided.
Seize the time and prepare — today it is not yet too late.
If you hesitate — the harm to yourself is not small.

Your Teacher's words, this one time — consider the inner meaning.
Do not betray this compassionate thought — put action first.
Assist your Mother — support the great matter.
Glory in the days to come — heads held high, spirits proud.

The Dao illuminating all under heaven — virtue's wind broad and great.
The whole world admiring together — ten thousand nations giving welcome.
When the True Person appears — the path will be clearly distinguished.
White Yang glory and celebration — spirits and mortals at ease.

It lies in this very moment — swiftly make your plans.
Set your foundation firm — together become great vessels.
Embody your Teacher's instructions — become wise and good.
A thousand words, ten thousand sayings — all for you, my disciples.

Bitter advice is good medicine — know this first.
Understand and obey — only then will the results be wondrous.
My words end here — I will write no more.
Ten thousand kinds of good counsel — hard to exhaust them all.

It is for you, disciples, not to betray this — remember firmly.
Follow the order without error — improve day by day.

Your Teacher now withdraws from the altar, takes leave, and returns to Heaven. My only wish: that you will not waste this good opportunity — reflect upon it well. Farewell, worthy disciples — I depart from the altar grounds. Mounting auspicious clouds, roaming the great atmosphere. Withdraws.

Session Eight

The Sixteenth Day of the Third Month, Year Jichou (1949)

Compassionate Teaching of Yuehui Bodhisattva (月慧菩薩)

Bitter words have all been spoken. My compassionate heart is used up and broken.
Yet how is it that the foolish and obstinate still do not understand?
Blind, blind, blind!
I have exhausted a thousand methods, employed a hundred stratagems — why will you not comprehend?
The auspicious hour is precious indeed — seize the time and prepare quickly.
Only through self-reflection and inner questioning can you truly know.
Shame, shame, shame!
Repent the past, prepare the future — redouble your spirit.

I, Yuehui, your Teacher Mother, by command depart from the Purple Tenuity and descend to the Dharma altar to meet my disciples. I pay my respects to the Carriage. Once more I take up the planchette brush to speak of what lies in my heart and gut. Sigh —

Taking up the planchette, turning the sand tray, I issue instructions and reminders.
To you worthy disciples I speak once more of boundless feelings.
The words in my heart are truly without end — each of you, receive them carefully.
If you can appreciate your Mother's concern, then listen and go forth to act.

I only worry about this lot of ignorant and foolish disciples.
Though they have cultivated for several years, the true principle remains unclear.
Still dim and confused, always deluding themselves — the dream of Nanke unawakened.
Not hearing the ancient temple's continuous morning bell.

At the fifth watch, heaven has brightened, yet they are still in their spring dream.
Though they have reached the shore, how are they different from ordinary people?
Do not say that merely because you cultivate the Dao, you should count yourself fortunate.
You must truly cultivate in earnest — do not hang on an empty name.

Thinking of you, this lot of cultivating disciples —
truly, you have been blessed by Heaven's timing with such great glory.
Born in the land of China in the age of the Third Period.
By good karma and ancestral virtue, you encountered the true Dao.
Meeting the Bright Teacher, receiving his pointing, suddenly seeing your nature —
these four difficulties becoming four easements, truly no small matter.
Moreover, over these years you have endured many changes.
And for the Dao's sake, endured untold sacrifices.

Among you, those who understand the Dao's preciousness are truly courageous.
They have taken many vows to assist the Dao and practice merit.
Spending every kind of hardship, rushing about in every direction.
Enduring all manner of trials, wearing the moon, cloaked in stars.

For cultivation they left behind their parents and homes.
For cultivation they cast aside wife and love.
For cultivation they ceased to observe worldly social niceties.
For cultivation they endured every kind of slander and criticism.
For cultivation they passed through demonic trials with unyielding resolve.
For cultivation they met with adversity and never changed their purpose.

Naturally, this was all because they saw clearly the Dao's importance.
Had they not treasured the Dao, how could they have borne such things?
They made their declarations and led the later students.
Opening this flower, spreading the Dao — their achievements are praiseworthy.
Bearing a weighty responsibility, they should be all the more cautious.
At this point you truly need to have a plumb line.

Cultivators who can do this are truly worthy of respect.
This lot cannot be said to be anything other than worthy and talented.
In the past, your Mother's heart was glad.
But I worry that just like this, it will be hard to maintain from start to finish.
The moment I think of the three rounds of examination, one linked to the next —
once you cultivate the Dao, it is not easy to escape.
Each disciple does not know the changes that lie ahead.
Your Mother's compassionate heart therefore rushes about without rest.

In every direction, leaving behind evidence of testing for the worthy disciples.
Only urging: when you encounter the great tests, do not let go of the thread.
Plant the prior causes, always hoping the results will flourish.
And indeed, Heaven sent down a test — a storm of waves and wind.
Your Teacher Patriarch ascended to Heaven in death — chaos and upheaval followed.
Ask yourselves, disciples — who among you had a plumb line?
This was always meant to follow Heaven's destined plan.
At that time, the great majority were confused and could not distinguish.

The reason, you must know, was not a matter of luck.
Your cultivation's foundation was not firm and constant.
You only paid attention to spreading and perfecting for others.
Attending to the external, following the superficial — your inner cultivation was not rich.
On the ground of the heart there were obstructions, your self-examination impure.
In your aims there was greed and delusion, never yet clarified.
When this test came, it revealed depth and shallowness, deviance and correctness.
Heaven's destined sorting — separating jade from stone, foolish from wise.

Only by the result were the worthy and foolish differentiated.
Chasing surfaces, attending to false appearances, biased by personal feelings.
Truly awaken, then continue cultivating — take this as your handle.
Your Mother fears that those who can do this are as few as morning stars.
Though your Teacher Patriarch's mandate was fulfilled, the great matter was not yet settled.
If there was a beginning, how can there be no completion?
The Universal Salvation has also turned into the path of Gathering-in.
Just arriving at the final move, a great upheaval arises.

Your Mother's bitter heart for you disciples, though already spent —
at that time, I truly could not bear to watch and not respond.
The many kinds of changes in the disciples' situations —
if I do not add further guidance, how will you see the light?
Heaven's compassion early ordained this Heavenly Mandate.
Your Mother cannot bear to delay further for these lost ones.
Therefore, enduring all hardship, setting aside sentiment —
specially for all these disciples, spending my compassionate heart once more.

Your accumulated bad habits and ailments from the past —
the personal feelings you bore in the course of serving the Dao —
there is nothing for it but to obey your Mother's instruction and repent completely.
Heaven specially pardons — the great reckoning, settling the old accounts.
With this great repentance, things can still be somewhat set in order.
Know clearly: the more you perfect yourself, the more the trials intensify.
Buddhas and demons confront each other, competing back and forth.
Your Mother must still instruct you about the matters to come.

Truly, because seeking thoroughness is no light undertaking.
Your Mother worries about affairs everywhere, personally going to set them in order.
Yet because the matters of the final days are even harder to settle —
the more I try to set things in order, the more unrest appears.
Finding the thread, following the sequence, attending at every moment.
One moment of carelessness and the demon wind slips in.
Now, principle and feeling are divided into two paths.
Buddha and demon — it depends on how you apply your effort.

Without receiving hardship and suffering, the Dao's foundation is hard to set.
You must know: the Dao rises one foot, the demon wind rises ten.
If you have no true handle, no firm judgment of your own —
how frightening — when the test comes, all prior merit is cast away.
This is truly one strike of the gong — one strike and the tone is fixed.
All things are prepared — only this one winter remains.
Cultivating for years — only this final examination remains.
To be careless in this instant — would that not be heartbreaking?

Your Mother — for which disciple have I not spent bitter pain?
More than for flesh and blood — which one do I not cherish?
The stakes are great — it is all your own life and death.
And moreover, it implicates your later students without end.

One person advances — ten thousand receive blessed fortune.
One person is foolish — ten thousand fall together into the pit of suffering.
And moreover, nine generations of ancestors are implicated together.
A single wrong thought — between alarm and joy, between falling and rising.
Thinking of this, truly my heart for you disciples hangs in uncertainty.
I truly fear that when the time comes, one error topples a hundred.
Your Mother has nothing else — only to warn you beforehand.
It is for each of you to set body and mind in order from the root.

Before Heaven, you must bring forth your conscience and heavenly nature.
Before the Heavenly Dao, you must bring forth a red heart of loyalty.
When a single thought arises, do not allow principle and desire to coexist.
In a single thought, between flourishing and decline — your self-examination must not slacken.

In every action, be cautious of the result — do not act carelessly.
Truly you must examine yourself three times and repent without ceasing.
The moment you discover a lapse in self-examination, correct it immediately.
Truly grit your teeth — do not be lenient with yourself.
Greedy and deluded thoughts — sweep them clean to the last thread.
Minds of partiality — remove them all, hold to impartial fairness.
Do not be self-righteous, do not be self-satisfied — exchange loyal advice and honest counsel.
Without self-righteousness, without obstinacy — open up the road ahead.

Each applying heart and mind, united as one body, sharing strength.
Together for the Dao, discern and manage this final stretch.
Hold to vigilance and caution — lest the later students receive wrongly.
This responsibility — constantly reflect, never dare to slacken.
Follow your Mother's words, embody your Mother's intent — hold your aim forever firm.
In this moment, endure much — await the light that follows.
Even when you meet setbacks, rouse yourself to greater courage.
Through a hundred refinements, a thousand hammerings — ever purer, ever finer.

Well prepared for the final moment — assisting the great matter.
When the time comes, the True Ancestor appears — together with the Golden Patriarch.
In response to the Three Buddhas, gathering all in — the Three Realms sorted and settled.
Then shall the saints and the worthy be distinguished — merit determined by its fruit.
In this situation, at this time, take care early.
There is still one more critical pass to go through before all becomes clear.
It will not be long — I fear everything will rise up at once.
The roots disrupted — and so arrives the final stretch.

The thread is connected — but be careful, the wind blows and the rain presses.
If it breaks again, ask yourself — can you reconnect it?
The test has arrived — a host of demons rise, within and without, in tandem.
How can you still harbor even a trace of partiality or self-interest?
These next few months, steady and clear, things may still be set in order.
When Heaven's net opens in the latter half of the year, there will be no leniency.
And again the dragon and tiger fight, twin serpents compete.
Cultivators of the Dao will endure humiliation — a scene of bitter suffering.

Endure through this one moment — the glory of the Universal Salvation.
When bitterness is exhausted, sweetness will come — winter will have its end.
Heaven's timing grows more urgent by the day — do not be dull and confused.
If you relax your grip even slightly, you will never catch up again.
Disciples, do not fail the grace of Heaven that still remains.
Otherwise, the test will descend early and bring suffering to all beings.
Grace cannot be greater — but if pushed too far back, the end is only terror.
Sooner or later, this stretch cannot be avoided.

My words come first — I have given clear instructions to the disciples.
When that time comes, if you do not obey, you harm and topple only yourselves.
Do not then complain that Heaven is not compassionate or that your Teacher's heart lacked mercy.
Do not then complain that your Mother's treatment fell short of feeling.
These heartfelt words — reflect on them carefully, before and after.
You should also have found by now your plumb line.
Your Mother can only open her eyes and watch you advance.
All my hope is placed upon you worthy disciples to carry it out.

Your Mother's great responsibility — without extraordinary talents to assist,
it would not be easy to manage everything to fulfillment and completion.
Teacher and disciple united as one — mother and children, heavenly nature.
I pray Heaven has mercy — let us endure through this remaining winter.

My words end here — your Mother will not press further.
I only hope my disciples will truly embody my thoughts and comfort my spirit.

I set down the brush, take leave of the Carriage, and return to the Realm of Principle. Farewell, disciples — we shall meet again. I withdraw from the altar, mounting the clouds. Withdraws.

Session Nine

The Sixteenth Day of the Third Month, Year Jichou (1949)

Teaching of the Three-Heaven Examiner (三天主考), Maotian (茂田)

Affairs of the world — fortune and misfortune, success and failure.
Through all the ages — order and chaos, rise and fall.
How many heroes were lost in the fog and buried?
Only the green burial mounds remain.

See through it all and leave the bitter sea early.
See clearly — never try to be clever.
Where you should learn to be simple, be simple,
and this body will happily find its peace.

I am the Examiner Maotian, arrived by divine command from the Celestial Platform to attend and pay my respects. Let me speak once more. The Spring Festival has passed, and such auspicious days will not come again easily. Cherish this fine occasion and hasten your cultivation. Today I take up the brush — hear what I have to say. Haha.

The sky shifts from clear to dark — who can judge the weather?
The storm breaks, the wild wind blows.
In an instant everything turns to blackness.
This red dust — how hateful it is.

Bitter, sour, pungent, sharp — you have tasted them all.
You bore it, you swallowed it down.
A hundred years of glory — joy has its limits.
Youth, prime, old age — the thread does not break.

Even a puppet can change its act,
but when impermanence arrives, it takes only a moment.
You stretch your legs and the breath is cut.
How much grief came before, how much confusion.

There is only the hundred-year span.
Life and death — this is the great threshold.
Who among you has ever been willing to face this early?
This body of form will rot in the end.

A wine-bag and a rice-sack — what is there to envy?
Look again at all eight directions:
calamity and killing-energy spread everywhere.
Born into this age, you meet disaster.

Natural catastrophe and human-made disaster, both entangled.
The people suffer — trampled, burned.
Swords, soldiers, flood, fire — beyond reckoning.
War clouds rise, beacon fires blaze.

In the end, wife separated, children scattered.
East, west — fleeing. North, south — running.
Where is the peaceful dwelling?
And still there is famine.

The problem of food and clothing stretches wide.
You meet danger, you face the raging waves.
The bitter sea has always had no shore.
You must understand: this calamity —

all of it appears by fixed destiny according to the age's turning.
Evil karma is vast; goodness is scarce.
Great transgressions have filled heaven and earth.
They have touched Heaven's wrath, and the catastrophe ferments.

Retribution shines bright — how could it change?
The unworthy are gathered in, the treacherous removed.
What remains are the faithful who meet the golden thread.
Heaven's grace, virtue without limit.

A Dharma vessel has been specially set sailing across the four seas,
everywhere it goes, reaching every shore,
seeking only the original people, to bring them aboard early.
In answer to this age, the True Lineage appears.

The ancient secret treasure — do not take it lightly.
Roots deep, nature virtuous —
your ancestors' remaining merit has been seen by Heaven.
By chance encounter, on an auspicious day,

you were shown the true original face.
This one point — contemplate it carefully.
Since ancient times it was never openly transmitted.
Now that you have received it, cultivate early.

Having gained the root, attend to the branches — see the order clearly.
Beginning and end, threaded together.
From the moment you take it up, never put it down.
Know this: your aspiration must shine.

Bring forth your heavenly conscience — then you are a true hero.
Cultivate the True Principle in the gathering dark.
The false and the real — you must distinguish them.
Test by the ancients, verify by evidence.

At all times keep your wisdom sharp.
This is the moment — attend to the Final Gathering.
The final move is greatly praiseworthy.
Gods and buddhas help — all appearing together.

They descend in disguise to urge the original people.
Each one prepares, each builds merit.
For Heaven's time is severely limited.
All brothers — you must act.

Each of you holds past-life roots — greatly praiseworthy.
Your roots are not shallow; do not underestimate yourselves.
Make your effort now, go forward and do the work.
After years of cultivation, you gain experience.

Always cross-verify, check against one another.
Brothers together, becoming one body.
Open your hearts to each other in sincerity.
Help the final mission — pour out your hearts.

Only to repay Heaven's grace and fulfill your vows.
Truly because you have received the Mother's merciful gaze.
Even giving your life could not repay what is owed.
Your very nature and life are saved — they reach the Buddha's hall.

Now is the time to truly cultivate and build merit early.
Your nine-generation ancestors are waiting.
They have watched through autumn waters for this moment.
Reflect deeply, make your reckoning.

Seize the moment, establish your principles.
Follow the example of the ancient sages — time is the test.
Once a word leaves your mouth, you must follow through.
Value personal practice, value real action.

False sentiment and pretense will trap you in the end.
Understand clearly — this is the crucial point.
Heaven's purpose is both visible and hidden.
The wind is fast or slow, the waves quick or gentle.

Watch for when to cast anchor and when to pull the line.
Join hands and go forward together.
The Dharma vessel crosses the waves steadily.
Painstaking effort builds the foundation.

One labor, eternal ease — it will be realized.
At this time, put it into practice.
You must not overlook this turning.
Rising or falling — it lies in a single thought.

Be utterly vigilant, trembling with care,
as though walking on ice, standing at the edge of a deep ravine.
The slightest carelessness and you sink.
Avoid regret — plan ahead.

Rouse your spirit and take action!
Rise up, let your aspiration run through everything.
Never be despondent or lazy.
Through all twelve hours, inspect and examine yourself.

This heart must never be allowed to linger or lag.
Rein in the wandering mind, dwell in the quiet hall.
Reduce desire — this covering has its own tempering.
Correct yourself first, then urge others.

Lead by example — this is the model.
A true rare talent who has passed through much goodness.
The result will naturally thread toward the goal.
In Heaven's hidden choosing — this is the key.

Genuine cultivation and real action — these are praiseworthy.
Bitterness as root, toil as manifestation.
Unite hearts, share purpose, work from principle.
Help each other more, spread the teaching with full hearts.

Do not be stained by worldly labor — see through it early.
Grace and love — do not cling to them.
You must be resolute — cut with one stroke.
The heart undivided, one breath running through.

If you waver, if you doubt, you will trap yourself.
Be careful where you step, walk the path ahead.
Do not enter rough terrain and walk into darkness.
Keep your virtue steady, hold your own judgment.

No matter what demonic test — your resolve does not change.
How many hearts have been deceived and led astray?
All manner of temptations — do not admire them.
The heart unmoved, the mind unshaken —

only then can you stand clear before Heaven.
If you lose your guard, demonic obstacles appear.
Suffering will follow — endless, without limit.
If you grow careless — look closely.

Before long, all things will change.
The great test comes, and the thread may break again.
Ask yourself: do you have a settled view?
Searching for a thread, casting in four directions —

I fear it will not be easy, nor convenient.
When that time comes — dark and dim —
hold fast to your roots, do not fall into chaos.
Do not let go, keep the thread always running through.

Perhaps then it will not break.
That scene is the true examination —
Heavenly principle and human feeling, both at stake.
If you cannot distinguish them, it becomes unbearable.

You make your own trouble, you test yourself.
So much excitement, so many tricks —
scene after scene, so vivid, so colorful.
They make you rejoice, they make you admire.

A dazzling array of diversions, all at once.
Left-way paths arise, side gates appear.
Heresies spring up a hundredfold, causing great upheaval.
True and false mingle — hard to tell apart.

Each one shows off its abilities, each makes a display.
But by Heaven's turning, by authority given —
there must come this sifting of the worthy.
True heroes hold their own judgment

and naturally turn toward the light, abandoning the dark.
Having found the straight path, receiving Heaven's recommendation,
they shoulder the great mission and carry it out.
The reorganization comes — the Cloud City appears.

All enter, whether from north of Zhao or south of Yan.
To be chosen — this is no small thing.
Three, six, four, eight — the final accounting is set.
The sages and worthies leave their example.

According to merit, the fruit is determined, all judged together.
The great reunion — the Dragon-Flower Feast —
this is the Grand Tribunal of the Three Realms.
The Old Ancestor appears, and all things are made right.

One call, a hundred answers — not the slightest disorder.
The great pattern is settled, all eight directions at peace.
The nine continents turn in reverence, offering sincerity.
The Final Gathering accomplished, all tasks perfected —

this is the true experience of a lifetime.
The Dao is accomplished in Heaven — all celebrate together.
Your name endures forever, passed down through the ages.
You become a teacher's model, a pattern for future generations.

The fragrance extends without end, never broken.
At that time — joy without limit.
Brothers clapping hands, linking arm to arm.
Free to roam, free to gaze.

Dwelling forever in the Realm of Principle, the Court of Ultimate Joy.
This good outcome is built now.
Plant good causes while the day is auspicious.
We brothers — no division between us.

Do not speak of "you" and "me" as though we are separated.
At this time, exert your strength without ceasing.
Always embody Heaven's heart and the Teacher's care.
The Mother's mercy and compassion, the affectionate teaching and urging —

you should know what all of this was for.
Hearts worn to pieces, guts wrenched apart —
every bitter word spent. You should see it clearly.
Do not betray this trust. Follow the command and act.

Share the burden, pour out your hearts — do not be slow.
Time flies — it goes like an arrow.
The days grow more urgent — make your reckoning.
All the qi-immortals tremble in heart and courage,

breaking their heads to board the vessel.
For truly, the great transformation is upon us.
All fear the day the heavenly drum sounds.
Once your roots are settled and the matter decided,

to seek the transmission again will not be granted.
Those not yet signed in the White Sun register
will also suffer the great calamity of the final days.
Unable to return to the root — suffering without limit.

Therefore at this time, board the vessel urgently.
All brothers — reckon carefully.
The immortals and buddhas never deceive anyone.
Settle your affairs quickly, leave nothing owed.

Gather your courage and go forward.
Take these words as your examination —
then you will know the true feeling, the whole heart.

Now I write no more, I judge no more. I take my leave, bow, and depart the altar hall. Farewell, brothers — until we meet again. Do not forget what this brother holds in his heart. Haha. Withdraws.

Session Ten

The Eighteenth Day of the Third Month, Year Jichou (1949)

Compassionate Teaching of Yuehui Bodhisattva (月慧菩薩)

Time truly flies — the auspicious moment will not wait.
I press these foolish disciples urgently:
love yourselves, stop being stubborn and closed.
Stop being blind. Stop shutting your ears.
Know this — the great test comes soon.
How terrible it will be.

My compassionate heart is already sick with worry.
Why have you taken my bitter, earnest words
and thrown them beyond the ninth heaven?
Don't you understand?
This is like the race of the tortoise and the hare.
Do not flaunt your cleverness and your tricks —
quick eyes, quick legs —
do not be proud, do not be arrogant.
You must truly be able to endure humiliation,
bear heavy burdens, and strengthen yourselves without tiring.
Only when all bitterness is exhausted and sweetness comes —
that is the final freedom.

I am Yuehui Bodhisattva. Your Teacher-Mother arrives. By Heaven's command I have left the Jasper Terrace. Disciples, be still — listen carefully and understand. Through the planchette I take up the brush to pour out what is in my heart. Sigh!

I take up the bamboo brush to instruct with worthy words.
Let me speak again from my innermost heart and guts.
It is nothing less than this: Heaven's time is about to change.
Some disciples still have not studied this carefully.

Across the land, east and west, chaos reigns.
In this great calamity, where is there peace?
Those who meet upheaval are scattered, driven apart.
All sentient beings suffer — it is truly pitiable.

With a grandmother's heart, I seek to ferry you through the final days.
By Heaven's grace, this great mission falls on my shoulders.
I set sail the Dharma vessel to gather and rescue the original people —
to save them from the calamity, to comfort the faithful.

I have already exhausted my bitter words and broad persuasion.
But alas — the lost ones still have not understood.
Though those who boarded the vessel are countless,
those who fell into the calamity are even more.

For those who sought the Dao, I have spent even more compassion.
If they do not understand the principle, is it not all in vain?
The Dao is precious, but you must still cultivate it.
If your vow is not fulfilled, how can you return home?

You must also have a heart full of compassion.
I only hope you understand the principle and move forward.
In this Third Period, receiving the Dao is quite easy.
The first steps of cultivation are not hard either.

The true staircase rises step by step, higher and further.
The further you advance, the more extraordinary it becomes.
Those who demonstrate their conduct through good works
are promoted to bear the duty of Initiating Master.

Some go to open new ground, spreading the Dao in all directions,
relying on nothing but a heart of pure sincerity.
Gradually the work expands, the results are impressive.
The junior disciples have also become numerous.

At this point, though you have gained experience,
I still fear your true resolve is not firm.
Heaven selects extraordinary talents through hardship —
you must endure much suffering.

Along the way, you must pass through this demonic tempering.
Only then can you be called a standard-bearer.
Only then will you understand: the further you cultivate, the more dangerous it becomes.
The heavier the duty, the less your heart can rest.

The junior disciples you lead — all of them —
their direction depends entirely on whether you stand straight or lean.
When the Dao's fortune shifts, it is not for humans to predict.
In favorable and adverse times alike, they look to you for guidance.

Up to now, three rounds of upheaval have passed.
When I remember those times — how painful it is.
Truly, those who fell were very many.
Those who truly held their ground are scarce and rare.

Now the Heavenly Mandate has shifted.
I, your Teacher-Mother, have received special grace and leniency.
Having the Heavenly Mandate, how could I defy it?
On one hand, I worry about my worthy disciples.

Your Teacher cannot bear to stand by and watch.
You face Heaven's tests — you must awaken and reflect on your own.
When your Teacher departed, there was great chaos.
The Mother's heart was worn thin, uneasy from morning to night.

When Heaven's mandate arrives, it must be so.
This is how disciples are divided into foolish and wise.
How many could not settle their understanding of principle?
How many were panicked and uneasy?

How many were ensnared by human attachments?
How many let true and false mingle together?
Those who truly have clear vision —
they are as rare as the morning star.

If not for the Mother's continued bitter pleading,
especially extending the golden thread with compassion —
truly, they would have fallen into darkness long ago,
burrowing into dead ends on treacherous paths.

Some have turned their hearts around.
Heaven granted a great amnesty — they repented and were enrolled again.
Only then did things begin to settle into order,
each one, by grace, following without deviation.

But the Mother's heart has never been at peace.
Affairs in every direction are complex and numerous.
Though they have already repented and progressed,
I still fear they are not yet clean.

If your seed is not pure,
you must know: this is the root of disaster.
Cultivators are in chaos everywhere —
different faces, each with their own compass.

If you cannot unite and thread together,
you cannot truly guarantee peace.
The Mother worries about affairs in every direction.
Therefore I must personally see them through.

Also because the final days are harder to manage —
this round is nothing like before.
All of you should know: Heaven's time grows tighter by the day.
The qi-heaven immortals are anxious to board the vessel.

The Mother cannot delay the immortals' portion.
For this matter I rush in every direction.
It is clear enough: the cycle of fortune has turned.
The very last great gate is upon you.

I tell you once: disciples should know this.
It will not be easy to simply pass through the remaining years.
Though at this moment it has not yet manifested,
before long, the storm will inevitably turn.

Though Heaven is merciful and has pushed the timeline back,
I fear it cannot extend much longer.
When the storm comes, north and south will be uncertain.
Find your bearings and set your compass.

These little demons will never let go.
They will stir chaos everywhere — where can there be peace?
They bring demonic soldiers and demonic generals,
their mouths open wide, wanting to devour people.

They do not care if you speak kind words of persuasion.
They do not care about your politeness or your dignity.
They do not care what views you hold.
They do not care what reasons you have.

Two roads — they force you to choose.
I truly fear you will be caught in their snares.
They use every method to test you.
No matter how capable you are, you cannot escape.

To speak of it makes my heart tremble with fear.
For my disciples — how pitiable!
And the tests come layer upon layer.
Heaven's design links inside and outside in a chain.

Drawing in all four sides, expanding in every direction —
all coming to carry out the great Final Gathering.
When that scene arrives, it will truly be chaos.
Every cultivator will struggle to bear it.

Truly, all roads will be cut off.
Only one thread of light will pierce through.
Though you may pray for Heaven's grace,
it still depends on your own merit being complete.

The Mother can only warn you early.
I tell you, disciples: prepare yourselves fully.
As long as you have a conscience,
bring forth your sincerity toward Heaven early.

Do not deceive yourselves — bare your hearts and pour out your guts.
Do not pardon yourselves — keep your thoughts strictly guarded.
Hold fast to the true purpose without changing.
Follow the right path, march forward without rest.

Fulfill your duty and become a model.
Lead the junior disciples forward.
Lower your pride and accept loyal counsel.
Do not take any matter lightly.

In your own heart, you must discern even more clearly.
Principle and emotion must not be allowed to mix.
Clench your teeth and sever human attachments.
How many years of true cultivation do you really have?

Purify body and mind — cut desire and passion early.
With lingering attachments, how can you reach completion?
Gather your strength — do not let your spirit scatter.
For the Heavenly Dao, march forward bravely.

Pour out your heart to teach and persuade the junior disciples.
Do not ruin their future connection to the Buddha.
As their model, always maintain vigilance and caution.
Pay close attention to the line between rising and falling.

Your ancestors watch with infinite hope.
But I fear your resolve is not firm.
From the root, truly temper yourselves.
When the foundation is set, it stands firm of its own.

Spread virtue and benevolence, nourishing all living beings.
When the final days come, sail together on the merciful vessel.
When you face the great test, let sincerity move Heaven.
Heaven and humanity united — danger transformed into peace.

If this righteous energy fills you,
how would any evil demon dare come near?
Go and experience this result for yourselves.
Through genuine practice, understanding comes naturally.

The Mother, for her disciples — a heart full of compassion.
Every word from my lungs and guts is the honest truth.
If you are still stubbornly lost and refuse to wake,
how can you avoid falling into the abyss of calamity?

Matters of nature and life — can you take them lightly?
One moment of carelessness drags down your ancestors.
You should make your preparations early.
Urge yourselves on — whip the horse and ride faster.

The good times will not last long.
Wake from the dream of Nanke — delay no more.
Do not play games — take this seriously and attend to it.
Always observe the mechanisms Heaven has set.

Human effort has its limits.
Pray more for the gracious mercy of the Emperor of Heaven.
Silently, there is always a hidden turning.
Perhaps all things may yet be made safe.

Do your human part with caution everywhere.
The Old Emperor of Heaven is without exception compassionate.
Separation and unity — their implications are not shallow.
Only when human hearts are fulfilled can they unite with Heaven.

Right now, put your affairs in order.
Instruct the junior disciples to hold their aspirations firm.
Never fear any test.
Endure the suffering and the hardship through this trial.

When the wind dies down and the sky clears and the clouds scatter —
Teacher and disciples, one bitterness, eternal sweetness.
Only then can it be said that duty was fulfilled.
The great vow accomplished, the fruit ripened, the merit complete.

The Great Reckoning — rewards and punishments distinguished.
Then these bitter years of cultivation were not in vain.
The Mother's heart — disciples, each of you must feel it.
Do not betray these pleas made again and again.

Here I set down the golden brush. What lies in my heart is too much to express in words. Taking my leave, parting from my disciples, I return. Riding auspicious clouds, I withdraw from the Buddha's hall. Withdraws.

Sessions 15–16 (1949) await future translators. Two sessions remain in the March 1949 burst. Session 15 is the next chronological session (March 23, 1949) — Yuehui Bodhisattva returns.

Session Twelve

The Twenty-First Day of the Third Month, Year Jichou (March 21, 1949)

Instruction of Ji Gong, the Living Buddha Dàojì of the Southern Screen (南屏道濟)

Drunk by the lake — a cool breeze passes in waves.
Watching the water flow — my heart drifts far as the Yangtze.
Dreams wind through the gorges of the Three Ravines.
Strike the drum, ring the bell — shake awake the Dreamer of Yellow Millet.
A life has not a hundred years — good scenery passes quickly.
Worry less — do not be deluded.
Nourish your nature, cut off desire — the obstacles to true cultivation break.
Wander at ease — and only then awaken to the joy within.

I, your Teacher of the Southern Screen, the Living Buddha Dàojì, by command arrive in this world of suffering, pay respects to the Holy Carriage, and take up the brush to speak once more. Worthy disciples, be still. Listen carefully — there is much that is wondrous. Ha ha!

The sky is clear, the sun radiant, a gentle breeze blows in waves.
Seizing this lovely hour and fine scenery, I left West Lake behind.

Soaring and roaming, looking up and gazing down, observing Heaven, examining the earth.
Then suddenly, unbidden, my heart was stirred — a wave of grief and sorrow.

Good opportunities are exceedingly rare — they are not to be taken lightly.
Those who cultivate the Dao: can you or can you not seize the moment and practice diligently?

Thinking of you, this lot of disciples — so many still do not understand.
Having met this chance, if you carelessly let it slip — regret will come too late.

In your cultivation, have you truly come to understand Heaven's principle?
If you do not understand it, is this not a waste of this rare encounter?

This final great gathering is by no means an easy thing.
When your Teacher thinks of it, the grief and anguish cannot be held back.

Heaven's mandate and destiny's number, its turning and changing — hard to fathom.
The moment has arrived, and now it is ten times more urgent and pressing.

The age of universal salvation has passed; we are at the final move, the beginning of the great gathering.
Though your Teacher's term of destiny has been fulfilled, I still secretly assist and quietly labor.

Openly the altar is held; in secret the teaching is guided — Heaven and humanity in one body.
All of this has been made possible by the boundless grace of Heaven.

Though there has been great chaos, a thousand tangled threads —
much of it still depended on your Teacher Mother's tireless management.

Destiny ordained that she carry on the great task, spreading salvation with a tireless voice.
Were it not so, this upheaval would have split apart long ago.

She has worked through layer after layer, putting things in order by her own hand.
By now it can be said: the shape of things has grown clear.

It is all your Mother's doing — running here and there, attending to every detail.
Every place, every person — slowly lifted, one by one.

My heart cannot bear to stand aside and let the great matter be delayed.
All of your Teacher's hopes rest upon this very moment.

You disciples can also be said to have made some progress.
In the past, you have all suffered hardship and injustice for the sake of the Dao.

Heaven will surely not fail you — it is guiding you toward readiness.
Take hold of the golden thread, follow the new plan, and set your foundation once more.

You should examine carefully your record of merit and error.
Then bring forward the true hinge upon which your future turns.

You must understand: Heaven has ordained test after test.
All of them serve one purpose — to temper your original nature so it does not stray.

If you can perceive this, carefully sort through, sweep away the wrong, hold fast to the right,
correct your faults, and where there is nothing to correct, press on — that is true heroism.

You cultivated at your ease and things seemed quite stable.
Who would have thought that by now the situation has completely changed?

This whole board will soon undergo a great cleansing.
Heaven's number is fixed: saints and sages will be selected and set in order.

Though you have already repented and know to strive —
how can it be avoided that some remain foolish, dull, and confused?

Vows may be made but not practiced — never made into living reality.
Responsibilities may be taken on but still met with evasion and pretense.

Some are called "advanced" yet stop and rest along the way.
Some are named "leaders" yet have not even completed their own cultivation.

Many students, though brought to completion, never carry through to the end.
In the work of administration, errors of excess and deficiency are hard to avoid.

And there are those whose bad habits only grow worse the longer they practice.
And there are those who treat cultivation ever more lightly the further they go.

All these various conditions — everywhere they inspire dread.
True mixed with false, false mixed with true — the confusion has not cleared.

For this reason a great examination is truly unavoidable.
Heaven, because of its virtue, tests ever more — and with each test comes a higher level.

Time is running short. A clap of Heavenly thunder shakes the sky.
Heaven becomes the crucible, Earth becomes the furnace — spirits are startled, ghosts amazed.

Like cutting and polishing, like carving and grinding — tempering is required.
Only then can your nature become perfectly rounded — the clear preserved, the mud washed away.

Through this process, extraordinary vessels of rare talent can be selected.
Without the slightest flaw or shortcoming — only then is Bodhi attained.

If you are prideful, you must learn to lower your heart and humble your spirit.
If you are self-righteous, you must learn from others.

If you are too loose, you must turn toward discipline and care.
If you are too careless, you must turn toward discernment and precision.

If you have given up on yourself, you must rouse your spirit and strive.
If you are too proud, you must become gentle and humble.

If you are too hasty, you must learn to proceed step by step.
If you are too rigid, you must learn to be flexible and adapt.

Transform foolishness into wisdom — let firmness and softness complement each other.
Transform weakness into strength — shatter the barriers, dispel the fog.

Build up your fire, add to your experience, enrich your learning.
Be able to endure, be able to contain — let nothing be beyond your reach.

All of this is Heaven's vast grace toward you, worthy disciples.
Without the test, how could you reach the foundation of perfection?

You must understand: to put this into practice still depends on yourselves.
If you betray Heaven's compassion, you will lose the opportunity by your own hand.

Discern carefully — you must find the principle that separates right from wrong.
Keep your mind clear, free of confusion — see and know with full clarity.

At this moment, seize your resolve with utter determination.
Then perhaps you will not lose your way again halfway through.

When the time comes and the test descends, feel not the slightest fear.
Hold your position steady — no matter what arises, do not waver.

You must also have real merit and virtue to sustain what follows.
If you truly act with great sincerity, Heaven will surely extend its compassion.

If you are truly like this — burying yourself in the work without ceasing,
your mind clear and bright — then you must not recklessly criticize or judge.

Let your actual cultivation be the measure of Heaven's will.
The future will change layer by layer — within it all, a plan is already set.

One push, one karmic consequence, one kind of change.
Be able to bring forth the right method to meet what comes.

You should cultivate true wisdom and let it rise from deep within.
In action, observe people. In stillness, attune to Heaven. Both contain the wondrous design.

In all affairs, first do your utmost as a human being.
Where there is difficulty, where there is obstruction — gather with utmost sincerity.

Then ask Heaven for greater compassion — transform wrong into right.
What is great, make small. What is wide, make narrow. Set the subtle mechanism in motion.

In human affairs, you cannot merely rely on outside support.
Only when you truly exhaust your own effort does it accord with Heaven — the two become one.

Exert your talent, extend your will — press on and on again.
The great foundation, the true construction — this is the time for it.

Rouse your spirit, devise extraordinary plans — fight for this one breath.
Teacher and disciples as one body — the great matter set in order.

Do not let small disturbances cause you to lose your purpose.
If you can advance, by all means do not stop — carry on from this point.

After this year, you must know: accomplishing the Dao is not easy.
Heaven's number is cut. In a single instant, the great test may arise.

You should know: spirits, humans, and ghosts — all Three Realms are in awe.
Every buddha and sage must pass through this trial.

Great merit, small attainment — all is recorded anew in the White Yang.
Judgment is rendered according to the facts — not the slightest thing missed.

Saints and sages truly distinguished — gathered together at the end.
Three thousand six hundred, forty-eight thousand — all finally selected and set in place.

Your Teacher bears this mandate, turning destiny and joining forces for the final act.
The old becomes young, the great becomes small — coming and going in wondrous ways.

When that time arrives, the three vehicles of profound principle will be truly tested.
Saints, buddhas, immortals — every rank and order set in perfect arrangement.

By Heavenly mandate, one decree — and the True Ancestor appears in the world.
Celebrating the Three Yang, the joining of the Three Origins — three buddhas, a wonder beyond words.

It will not be long before you witness it with your own eyes.
Those who sing, sing. Those who watch, watch. None of this is a trivial matter.

At this time, I first instruct you disciples: prepare yourselves.
In sum, it all comes down to this — hold fast to the master within.

If your heart and will can truly be sincere, upright, steady, and precise,
and in practice not the slightest thread or hair departs from the path —

Be bold in courage, careful in heart — observe the principles of every situation.
Know when to advance, know when to retreat. Know self, know other. Meet destiny with readiness.

Above and below linked together, before and after as one body.
Gather the wisdom of the many, broaden the counsel of all — together investigate the true question.

Accomplish this one thing, fulfill your vows — embody the practice without ceasing.
Repay Heaven's grace and the Ancestor's virtue — align your heart with your Teacher's.

And you will not have failed your Teacher Mother's every worry and care.
Each of you, personally, can hope to attain the fruition of Bodhi.

And lift your nine generations of ancestors to ascend together to the realm of Principle.
Your students in ages to come will look up to your virtue — the incense never broken.

From beginning to end, one thread, one unity — only then is it truly finished.
When this great matter is brought to beautiful completion, the great order is set.

Teacher and disciples will arrive at that place of heads held high and spirits proud.
Singing together, hand in hand — warm and joyful, radiant and at ease.

Gathered to drink at the Dragon Feast — the ten thousand eight thousand at rest.
At that time, what happiness — beyond what words can express.

Your Teacher has nothing else — only the hope that you attend to this present moment.
Follow your Teacher's instruction, embody your Teacher's intent — and it will surely come to its completion.

My words end here. What came before and what comes after — I charge you, disciples, to reflect upon it carefully.

I make no further judgment, take my leave, and withdraw from the altar. The mechanism is closed. Withdraws.

Session Eleven

The Eighteenth Day of the Third Month, Year Jichou (March 18, 1949)

Instruction of Zhang the Dharma Lord (張法律主)

In the Peach Garden, heroes gathered — righteous spirit blazing bright.
The serpent-halberd, eighteen feet, shook with divine might.
Right there he roared one thundering shout
and startled back the traitor Cao.
To this day his fair name endures — all mouths sing his praise.
In the Third Period he assists the Dao, establishing laws and discipline.
Solemn and impartial — all revere and fear him.
Take care not to fall short.

I, the Dharma Lord, Lord Huan Hou — Zhang Fei — by command depart the Purple Forbidden enclosure, enter the altar to pay respects, and give instruction once more. Worthy gentlemen, draw near and listen as I expound.

I, Old Zhang, by imperial decree swiftly departed the Heavenly Court,
mounted the dark-dappled steed, descended to the altar, and took up the brush to set down words of instruction.

Speaking now of the Third Period's final kalpa — vast and overwhelming —
open your eyes and look: everywhere, people are fleeing in panic.

Storm clouds of war spread; flood, fire, drought, and deluge arrive all at once,
and still there are plagues, locusts, and the sword of war.

These calamities were brought about entirely by evil and wickedness.
Heaven was enraged and brought down reckoning across the eastern outskirts.

This pack of thugs and strongmen is truly infuriating —
they have blinded their conscience, harmed Heaven's principles, and made a chaotic mess.

All of them are cunning, deceitful, and have thrown the world into disorder.
They have turned their backs on moral bonds, destroyed virtue, and violated Heaven's laws.

Moreover, European winds and American rains have gradually taken hold —
learning "freedom," packs of foxes and gangs of dogs preach what is fashionable.

They have brewed malevolent energy throughout Heaven and Earth, smoke and clouds in turmoil —
it has already become a miasma, a complete mess.

Their sins fill the sky, high as mountains, deep as the sea — how can they be settled?
Heaven is perfectly just, the Buddha's law solemn and strict — it will certainly not forgive.

Only when the kalpa has spread fully and cleansed everything will it be finished.
This Heaven-ordained scouring and winnowing is a great elimination.

Yet among the ordinary people, there are quite a few of good faith and virtue.
Heaven, in its mercy, has specially set out bright lamps leading to the Heavenly Bridge.

Those with affinity will turn around, reach the shore, and seek the Great Dao.
The True Enlightened Teacher appeared in response to the time and destiny to manage the Final Act.

Those who can reform and renew themselves daily will naturally awaken to the wondrous Dao,
and they will be able to escape this final kalpa and flee disaster.

Having received guidance, press forward in cultivation and fulfill your vows.
Pay attention: strictly observe the Buddha's rules and accord with Heaven's laws.

I, Old Zhang, have skillful methods for the final gathering and completion.
The Heavenly Mandate is in my hands — I wield the law to assist the Final Act.

All who cultivate the Dao must understand: progress comes layer by layer.
Respect truth — the slightest deviation will not be forgiven.

Follow the rules, abide in cultivation, and gradually enter the wondrous.
Let your true intention remain constant from beginning to end, without wavering.

Examine every word and deed with careful attention.
Since you cultivate the Dao, you should serve as a model for ordinary people.

Now let me speak of those who lead in cultivation.
Their responsibility is heavy — how can they take it lightly or be unsteady?

As exemplars, how can they let their words and deeds stray from the path?
Your every movement and every stillness carries great consequence.

In a single thought, you must distinguish between Heavenly principle and human sentiment.
An error of a thousand miles begins with a deviation of a hair's breadth.

Be most careful — as if walking at the edge of an abyss, treading on thin ice — do not be heedless.
If you are careless, beware: you will create faults and violate Heaven's laws.

I, Old Zhang, am specially tasked with monitoring what is not proper.
Among cultivators, there are inevitably some who are unworthy:

putting on appearances, managing everything to please both sides —
not caring that in secret, Heavenly principle sees and observes all things clearly.

Some publicly comply while secretly defying — playing clever tricks.
Some know the truth but do not practice it, stubbornly clinging.

Some are slanderous and sycophantic, performing for appearances.
Some deceive others and deceive themselves, making confused excuses.

Some flaunt their talents and are arrogant.
Some are self-important, self-indulgent, and puffed up with pride.

Some made great vows but will not advance to fulfill them.
Some give up halfway and lose sight of the goal.

Worse still, some deceive their teacher, destroy the ancestors, and look down on those who came before.
Worse still, some are greedy, harboring delusions, making a complete mess.

Worse still, some recklessly fabricate heavenly secrets and mislead the virtuous and filial.
Worse still, some curse their teacher and ride over Heaven — their flames of sin burning high.

This crowd of false cultivators and sham practitioners, riding the excitement —
slowly, I will show you my authority. Just wait and see.

Heaven has already determined: when the thunder drums roll, the cannons will fire,
and I will brandish my eighteen-foot serpent-halberd.

I will absolutely not tolerate those who fill the ranks without merit and stir up trouble.
Even less will I tolerate those who twist right and wrong and shake the Dao.

I will use every means to eliminate them all.
The law is without sentiment — not a single one will be lightly forgiven.

Pay attention: the further you cultivate, the harder and more painful it becomes.
Before long, when Heaven's net and Earth's web close in — who can escape?

Cultivators will all face this examination together.
At that time I will display my might — spirits and ghosts will wail.

When the examination begins, deviant sects and side paths will all come to disturb you.
You think your cultivation is high? They will try to surpass you.

At that time, let the hordes of demons come to confuse and disturb —
the great objective is to distinguish true from false, real from empty.

If your karmic debts and enmities are not yet settled,
it will be impossible for the demons to spare your life.

I, Old Zhang, though I have the dharma-treasures that subdue demons,
cannot refuse to let karmic debts be collected.

At that time, with merit lacking and virtue thin, you will truly regret —
and I, Old Zhang, will have no way to help. I can only watch.

Better to listen to my good words and understand clearly now.
At this time, build up great merit as early as you can.

While the heavenly timing still offers many fortunate opportunities,
prepare early, pursue, advance — lift your feet and move.

The road ahead is bright and upright — run freely upon it,
but be careful whether there are traps and barbed spears.

Be prudent — careful, cautious — this is of utmost importance.
I urge you: observe the movements of heavenly timing and set your course.

At present, all directions are being set in order, entering the proper track.
It all depends on everyone — above and below, before and behind — uniting firmly.

Becoming one body, the concentrated strength will be considerable.
Accomplish great things: raise your spirits and look forward.

The Dao requires you to lower your heart and humble your spirit, following the example of sages before you.
In learning and practice, in every situation, apply your heart diligently.

Cultivate the self, rectify the heart, make your intentions sincere — these are the essentials.
If the root is not clear, the branch streams will certainly be muddied.

From the beginning, find the correct steps without deviation.
With proper sequence, advance gradually and reach the goal.

Only by first rectifying yourself can you achieve swift results in guiding others.
Give your whole heart, speak directly without concealment, to those who learn after you.

Spend earnest words, impartially and selflessly, advising and instructing.
Keep a grandmother's heart, patiently guiding with kindness — this builds merit.

Like polishing jade, like cutting and grinding — examine and review.
Let harmonious energy pervade: no self, no other, no high, no low.

Embody Heaven's heart: without bias, without leaning, sweep the heart clean.
In human relations, even more: deal with the world without attachment.

With sincerity in the heart, become one — repaying Heaven's grace.
With genuine expression, in the end you will move Heaven's mercy to shine.

Once merit is established, in days to come there will surely be great glory.
Transcending distant ancestors, together bathed in radiance, reaching the Jade Palace.

The work of the Final Gathering, in accord with destiny — the Three Buddhas will complete it well.
Together reunited, reaching the root, returning to the origin, ascending to the Heavenly Realm of Principle.

At the Dragon-Flower Assembly, the Three Heavens celebrate together — joy overflowing,
drinking jade nectar, together rushing to the grand feast, eating the peaches of immortality.

When the True One appears and issues one command, ten thousand Buddhas arrive.
The Dao spreads universally; all nations revere and honor the Central Kingdom.

At that time, it will truly be the supreme great joy and laughter.
It still depends on you: seize these good words and build merit.

What I hope for: put it into practice with your body — do not let it be empty and vague.
Mind your words and deeds, and you can establish yourself as a hero.

Do not abandon yourself in despair — rouse yourself with fierce courage and run toward the future.
Follow these good words, comprehend them with your heart, and become a worthy colleague.

Understand this: the workings of Heaven shift with utmost subtlety.
Before long, a single thread of clarity will pierce through the clouds to the sky.

You should quietly contemplate, interpreting and understanding at every moment.
Only by acting virtuously can you set the great objective.

You must never know the truth and then let it become empty and vague,
lest in time you invite transgression and violate the law.

Everyone knows that I, Zhang, was born with a fierce temper —
if things come to this, know that punishment will show no mercy.

Be most careful — it is not that I, Zhang, have lost my measured tone.
If you violate the law, I have methods to show you.

Do not treat this as child's play — these words must be strictly heeded.
If you truly comply, I, Zhang, will help you build merit.

Accomplishing great things and fulfilling your duties — all of it is for your own good.
Only when Heaven and humanity unite, when spirit and person become one body, will things be firm.

Carefully study the general meaning of this entire piece as a reference.
I, Old Zhang, have not come here merely to grumble.

Speaking true feelings, everything I say is in a loyal and honest register.
I do not know how to twist and turn with clever flourishes.

A straight-hearted person naturally speaks straight words of guidance.
I hope you worthy gentlemen will also press straight ahead in your learning.

Today I cease writing — there is still more that these words cannot fully express.

I take my leave, mount the dark-dappled steed, and ascend to the clouds. Ha ha! Withdraws.

Session Thirteen

The Twenty-Second Day of the Third Month, Year Jichou (March 22, 1949)

Teaching of the Three-Heaven Examiner (三天主考), Maotian (茂田)

Maotian loves to tell jokes.

There was a group of blind men riding blind horses.
They ran into a group of deaf men fighting wildly.
And there was a group of mutes
gesturing with hands and feet.
They came up with a grand plan —
the details were quite complicated.
This was getting out of hand,
so they hired a fool
to think of a solution.
But he just rambled and hemmed and hawed —
his answers missed the questions, his questions missed the answers.

Right at that moment,
along came a cripple
who opened his mouth and started cursing:
"What's the big deal about all this?
Why all the blocking and parrying?
No need to fear what's ahead or what's behind,
worrying left and right.
Just keep your heart big, your capacity big, your burden big —
what is there to fret about?"

"Forget it — no need for more talk.
I'm also a bit of a simpleton,
and I felt sorry for them, so I went to break up the fight.
No need to force it.
No need for tricks and cunning,
cheating each other back and forth.
Don't be like the old man who fell among pigs —
always looking at others
but never looking at himself."

Listen to me — I'll give you a good solution.
Ha ha! What solution? I haven't even given my answer yet!
The Eternal Mother sends a decree from on high —
and the truth is, I still don't know what to say. Ha ha!

I am that Mr. Dumb Father, little fool Maotian, by command descended to the altar. I bow to the Old Mother. Brothers — are you well this morning? Spirits high? Let us talk heart-to-heart. Can you think of a solution for me, so I have something to tell people? This is really nothing much — it all comes down to trust. The meaning is just so. Let us go slowly, look back, skip the small talk, and speak the truth. Turn the planchette, push the sand. What fun! Onward, slowly. Ha ha!

The red sun rises in the east — ten thousand rays of light.
Brilliant, shining to the ends of the earth,
falling on a quiet homestead by the mountains and the water.
A hedge runs all around.
Mulberry planted in front, hemp in back.
A small bridge, flowing water, ducks set loose to swim.
The golden rooster crows at dawn — the spirit quickens.
Some go to gather firewood, some to pick tea — all is clean and undisturbed.

In idle moments, wandering down the hillside.
Gazing up at the clouds and the sunset glow from the ravine,
looking down at the stream that slowly pushes sand.
Singing aloud to the valley's echo, or chanting the Rainbow Skirt and strumming the lute.
Meeting a kindred friend — pure of heart, few in desires — playing music together.
Casting aside — casting aside all the world's idle passions.
Whether the sky is clear or clouded, never mind.
Wind and cloud, order and chaos — let them take their turns.
Never mind.

Let the White Tiger slay the Green Rabbit. Let the Golden Dragon battle the Twin Serpents.
Let the river flow while the sun does not turn. Let rise and fall tangle like hemp.

Nourish your innate goodness. Open yourself to creation's design.
Come home to the thatched cottage.
Sunlight falls through the window gauze.
Open the old scriptures and the ancient classics.
Sit face to face with the ancients and talk heart-to-heart.
The savour of the text deepens with each reading.

In leisure, sip clear wine. Without desire, pour yourself tea.
Or set up the chessboard. Or take up the treasured sword.
Drifting freely — easy and unbound.
All things are like the morning dew. The world's affairs are like the passing clouds.

A body unstained — what is there to worry about?
Realize the wondrous workings of Heaven and Earth.
Watch the green forests and the shaded groves — ten thousand creatures struggling.
See the wild bees and the dancing butterflies weaving through the flowers.
Listen to the beautiful songs rising and falling — birds calling in chorus.
Swallows flying back and forth beneath the eaves,
keeping watch with you over this old home.

Look up — the wild geese fly in formation.
Letter after letter, sent to all the kindred spirits under heaven:
why not come home early?

Do not envy those who are noble as lords and rich in glory.
Do not admire those with tall carriages and four-horse teams, enjoying fine things.
Just laugh at the fools who are busy all day — for nothing but a little more food and clothing.
If you can eat plain rice when hungry, drink clear tea when thirsty —
no honor, no disgrace, no attachments —
what is there to rush about, what is there to fret?

Cast off the bridle of fame and the net of profit, the lock of love and the shackle of passion.
Nothing to covet. Follow what comes.
In lively moments, awaken to the wondrous Lotus.
Gather your heart and let it dwell within.
Tame the monkey of the mind. Train the horse of intention.
Within — no scheming disorder. Without — no noisy disturbance.
Keep your place, study the wonder of the Dao, realize the Dharma.
Nourish your essence and vital energy.
Do not squander them recklessly.
Time must be cherished — do not let it drift like fallen petals on running water.

Penetrate that single point of vast and noble spirit — and you will truly see that all the world's paths are illusion.
Do not wait until Heaven's mechanism darkens and the evening sun sinks low.
Begin your practice early. Lay the foundation early.
The hero strikes when the moment demands it.
How long can a hidden instrument stay concealed?

Soon the thunder of Heaven will rumble again and again — the Buddha's decree comes down.
Then you must stand forth, strong and mighty, revealing your true brilliance.
At this hour, know that everything is at stake.
Can you not watch carefully through this surge of waves?
If you slip — one slip means eternal regret, and you become a pitiful child.
The dark mountain rises ten thousand feet — how will you ever climb back up?
Would regret not come too late?
The anguish — as if ten thousand knives scraping —
how painful, how unbearable.

I earnestly hope you will all be wise and far-sighted.
Set your goal early.
In these extraordinary times, all things are guided by Heaven's will.
The boundless wondrous Dharma — how could human effort alone fathom it?
You must examine yourselves and leave no room for error.
Follow Heaven and you will flourish — hope will be great, blessings will increase.
Unite together, take hands, advance as one — keep in step.
When you meet demonic trials, do not fear.
Hold to righteous energy and subdue all evil.
Drive out the spectres and the wayward spirits.
Gods and ghosts alike will tremble.

Sun and moon will share their brightness. Heaven and Earth will lend their creative power.
Great suffering, great trials — experience grows.
In the end, present your testimony to the Eternal Mother.
When the time comes, bring it forth.
What glory! What cause for celebration!
You will attain the lotus seat of the highest rank.
Your ancestors of generations past will naturally arrive.
You will stand shoulder to shoulder with the immortals and buddhas,
ride alongside the sages and worthies.
The incense of your name will endure through the ten thousand eight thousand years.
Your virtue will be honored, your merit vast.
Is this not perfection? Is this not beauty?

But what should be done right now?
Never again push and pull and stall.
In the swift current, bravely withdraw — quickly set things in order, without confusion.
Slowly verify the past.
Carefully trace the future.
No matter how large or small, give your full heart. No person excluded, no moment of slack.
This is what it means to act on Heaven's behalf and transmit the Teacher's Dharma.
Do not betray the vast grace.
Everywhere, at all times, think of repaying it.
Feel the concern in the Merciful Mother's heart.
All her toil, all her care —
toward her disciples, nothing is overlooked, nothing unexamined.
Watch your footing, stand firm. Be careful of the changes ahead.
Do not let the golden thread break again. Do not let the root of the altar go astray.
Whatever turns may come, do not grow idle.
Adapt to the moment, exercise wisdom, know the times — exhaust human effort, seek Heaven's aid, and you will arrive.

Grace is vast. The great matter has already been held back.
Were it not so, everything would have overturned long ago.
Flood-dragons rising from flat ground, struggling and seizing in chaos —
no way to manage it, no handle to grasp.
Would that not be one mistake spreading to all?

In this fleeting span of time, act quickly.
Take hold of your compass. Do not be cunning.
One honest conscience, nothing false —
only then can you face the Eternal Mother without shame.
Do not betray the Merciful Mother's care. Do not betray those who raised you up.
In the end there will be fruit — Heaven's light, the sun's warmth, the air of goodness.
Brothers gathered, bowing to the Merciful Mother.
Clapping hands, playing together.
The Old One's face breaks into a smile.
Heads held high, spirits soaring — shaking all of China.
The great work finished, steadily returning to the ancient home.
Celebrating the True Ancestor — the ten thousand eight thousand yield and seek the true Dharma.
One principle that nourishes all under heaven.
It is absolutely not false.
The proof is already in your hands.
Do not be anxious — the day will naturally come.

And when that day arrives — ten thousand things will flourish.
Truly increasing.
The blind — not really blind. The deaf — not really deaf. The mute, speaking just the same.
You call him a fool? He is no fool.
Beyond all expectation — spirits and ghosts are astonished.
Wind and rain — naturally smooth, drifting free.
Sun and moon — shining through without obstruction.
Brothers — no attachments, no ties.
Perfect awakening, bodhi, turning the Lotus Dharma.
Let us all look up to heaven and laugh — ha ha ha!
Two hands point — and there in the center, the Buddha-flower blooms.
Our duty done, our debt of grace repaid — joy without limit.
The Land of Ultimate Bliss — only that is true magnificence. Ha ha!

This whole piece was heartfelt talk —
cool and refreshing, let it pour out freely.
Suddenly pulling east, then pulling west.
The meaning was not much, but the pleasure was considerable.
Still — it is the same solution as before: examine early.
Brothers, take it to heart. I will say no more — my words have lost their order.
My eyes are a bit blurry. My head is big. My heart is tangled.
Well then, well then.
I take my leave, bow to the Heavenly Carriage. Brothers, farewell — I step down from the altar.
My dharma body soars through the sky to the ends of heaven. Ha ha! Withdraws.

Session Fourteen

The Twenty-Second Day of the Third Month, Year Jichou (March 22, 1949)

Instruction of Tianran Ancient Buddha (天然古佛)

New sorrows and old grievances lock both brows.
Touching the present, thinking of the past — grief deepens.
Above, wind and cloud are ever-changing.
Below, order and chaos are hard to fully fathom.
The good days will not last long — cherish them.
The great roc's journey is vast — begin your cultivation early.
Do not make the merciful heart spend itself a thousand ways.
If you do not return now, when will you return?

I am Tianran Ancient Buddha, your Teacher of the Celestial Elder Bow, by imperial decree descended to the Buddha's hall. I bow to the Carriage. Worthy disciples, draw near and be at ease. I take up the planchette once more and set forth my words. Ha ha!

Spring wind, spring scenery — the last days of spring.
Clouds thin, the sun dim — grief and sorrow deepen.
Songbirds call without cease — the merciful heart is moved.
Touching the scene, feeling arises — remembering years past.

Everything that has passed is like a dream.
To think of it — can the heart not ache?
The great matter of the final days — how has it ever been settled?
Where Heaven's mandate falls, who can move it?

The Great Gathering ahead is still hard to accomplish.
Left behind: a crowd of disciples, scattered like sand on a board.
Already there has been one great upheaval,
and the heroes who remain are far too few.

Heaven sets its wondrous strategy — who can comprehend it?
Much less if you have set it aside without careful reflection.
Too many of your foundations are not yet firm.
Look at what happened in the last round and you will see.

Were it not for Heaven's infinite compassion and mercy,
the ignorant would long ago have fallen to the demons' gate.
Lost on the wrong path — how would you ever return?
Fortunately, you have your Mother's abounding pity.

She knows clearly that Heaven has already set its proofs.
Without great virtue, the task cannot be borne.
Disciples rise and fall — jade and stone are mixed together.
Running everywhere to set things right, spending all her effort.

It is worse than anything that came before.
Where has she not given of herself to bring things to completion?
Though your Teacher's term is fulfilled, his heart cannot let go.
Without your Mother, how could anything be at peace?

All of this was destined by Heaven.
As they say: the sun and the moon must take turns bearing the load.
The open board and the hidden design — both verified against each other.
For your Teacher, the affairs ahead are still many.

A round of change will bring its winnowing.
How can the good and the worthless stay mixed together forever?
At present, the work of the Dao is gradually coming into order.
All that bitter effort was spent for the sake of worthy disciples.

From now on, everything will be different.
Regroup the banners and drums — make new preparations.
Together, assist Yuehui through the remaining years.
The Final Act begins from here.

The Great Gathering still lies ahead.
All is determined by Heaven's sovereign authority.
Do not give rise to worry and anxiety for nothing.
Though dangerous storms cannot be avoided,
what faces you now is but a small ripple.

On the whole, there is no cause for alarm — you should press forward.
How could you know how boundless Heaven's grace already is?
There is still a window in which things can be advanced.
But how long before the board is set?

You should know: the Great Examination should have descended long ago.
But the facts on the ground are not yet complete.
I fear for my disciples when they enter the furnace —
the fire's heat, fierce or gentle, is not the same for everyone.

If they must pass through another great storm,
more will fall than succeed — how pitiful.
Ten thousand buddhas and a thousand sages held compassion in their hearts.
Together they knelt before the throne and pleaded in every way.

Only then did they receive the grace to extend the timeline.
The pivot of all this is hard to put into words.
Know this: the window is fleeting.
I earnestly hope my disciples will seize it early.

Truly build real practice and cultivation.
If the foundation is not settled, how can there be peace?
Hold firm to your own judgment, settle your will.
The two paths of merit and fault — do not deceive yourselves.

The golden thread has been reconnected — do not let it break again.
Guard against it — be careful not to misstep on the board again.
Before long you will encounter the silver screen unfurling.
The great drama calls you to watch the spectacle.

If you as an individual have no real handle to hold,
the slightest failure of vision will ruin you entirely.
One slip and the fall is forever — enough to make the heart tremble.
The most subtle thought divides heaven from the abyss.

This is the final juncture.
Make your preparations this year.
Moreover, it is destined that your Mother will withdraw.
When that time comes, what will your compass be?

If you do not discern clearly now,
pulling back at the cliff's edge will be in vain.
Each person should tremble with reverence.
Moreover, all of you carry heavy responsibilities.

Lives upon lives rest on your two shoulders.
To err and lead others astray — the sin fills heaven.
Walking at the abyss, treading on thin ice — hold this thought always.
How can you afford the slightest self-indulgence?

The root of fortune and disaster is self-sown.
The consequences of your every action and stillness are truly boundless.
I deeply hope that right now you will reflect and understand.
Do not waste your Teacher's broken heart.

A single thread of vitality remains — press forward still.
Heaven grants this dawn in this window of time.
Proceed with caution and set things in careful order.
Let constancy and sincerity run through everything from beginning to end.

Look up to heaven, look down to earth — let your conscience be clean.
Bring forth your true conscience — it can be made whole.
Repent of the past — re-examine carefully.
Resolve that from now on you will not be idle for a moment.

Comprehend Heaven, accord with humanity, adapt to changing circumstances.
Everywhere, the wondrous mechanism is hidden.
Put your heart and spirit into it and you can comprehend.
Only then will there be a good response that brings things to completion.

Once the upheaval comes — clouds and thunder shaking —
all things will change in an instant.
Do not abandon the faint glow of the starting point.
Follow the order without confusion and you can rest secure.

But have you fulfilled your great vow?
Where in your heart do you still fall short before Heaven?
You cannot allow yourself to fall back into confusion after having declared your resolve.
You must know: Heaven's time will not be generous.

In the end, the solemn majesty will be revealed.
At this moment of caution — can anything be hidden?
Do not covet merit and bring on more faults.
Fulfill your duty without slacking and the heart will be at peace.

If there is reckless and arbitrary action,
it will stir up trouble and bring blame, and in the end you will destroy yourself.
Do not fall even slightly short of your responsibility.
To divide into "you" and "me" is even less the way of the wise.

Dissolve the boundaries and limits between self and other.
Set aside factions and partisan doors.
Let great impartiality and selflessness run through all as one body.
Only then will Heaven's heart be comforted and your Teacher's heart be at peace.

In the future, when Heaven's furnace and Earth's crucible are set,
all who carry selfish desires will be left broken.
Through that tempering, the clear and the turbid will be distinguished.
There will be no partiality or bias mixed in.

The result will answer the great selection.
Stripped of ignorance, the loyal and the wise will appear.
The numbers of saints and sages: three-six, four-eight —
only then can they all be gathered and complete.

The matter is no small thing — ten thousand buddhas assist.
In all three realms, at this moment, all is at peace.
We wait only for Maitreya, the True Ancestor, to appear.
Together we will celebrate the meeting of the Three Buddhas and the Three Primes.

At that time, teacher and disciples will meet again.
All bitterness spent, sweetness comes — the great reunion.
For now, I cannot reveal it plainly.
Those who know should not speak lightly.

Heaven has regulations layer upon layer.
This is precisely the board of three-six and two-eight.
Everything in the past has been verified one by one.
The future need not be spoken of falsely.

Do not constrain yourself to seeing with worldly eyes.
Unfold your wisdom early and investigate with your whole being.
The consequences of failing to examine are grave.
One person's rise or fall involves many others.

Now is the time to calm your energy and examine carefully.
Decide what to do and what to stop — do not delay in error.
Tighten when tightening is needed, loosen when loosening is needed.
Follow Heaven in your actions and avoid taking on excess burden.

As for outward appearances and forms,
there is no need for imposing solemnity.
Be clean and simple, seek order and agility.
Neither rigid nor clinging — flexible and complete.

Let loose and tight, fast and slow, become unified.
Let all minds plan together, all strength advance together.
Do not alternate between organizing and scattering.
Break the whole into parts — let the work stay connected.

Adapt to change without losing the normal way.
What should be done, do it — follow nature.
Right and wrong, long and short — do not ask about them now.
In the end there will come a day of great sorting.

The affairs of Heaven and humanity are linked together.
If there is a gap between them, how can anything be complete?
All of this is preparation.
When all hands are ready, the bow will be drawn.

From the subtlest sign, the larger design can be inferred.
In the small, the great matter can be seen.
Every minute movement is tightly connected.
Careful thought will naturally reveal the true compass.

If you truly advance and work in this manner,
Heaven's handle has long since been made firm for you.
Let there be a thousand changes and ten thousand changes —
in the end, Heaven's mandate prevails over brute force.

Do not fear, do not dread — be open and honest early on.
When the heart is still and the nature is at peace, all affairs reach completion.
Let your spirit and your sense of righteousness become one body.
The time is not far off — the Great Gathering comes.

Each one attending to their duty is what matters most.
The slightest profanity, Heaven will not forgive.
Pacify and follow through in every direction.
One root, ten thousand branches — without disorder or confusion.

Advancing steadily one after another, all threads connected.
What is there to fear from demonic winds turning everything upside down?
Set your formations with thoroughness and care.
When the moment comes, adjustments can still be made.

In short: what comes along, accept it accordingly.
As it begins, so it ends.
A wave of upheaval will reveal what is bright and what is dark.
True and false will inevitably no longer be mixed.

Ten thousand dharmas return to the One — this is absolutely not false.
Righteous energy, undaunted, subdues all that is crooked.
Recovery and return — all obey the decree.
One command settles all three boards.

The final great authority is worn by gods and humans alike.
The world at peace, the Dao flowing, Principle alone is solemn.
Naturally, far and near alike will bow in homage.
All will celebrate the year of Great Harmony in the manner of Yao.

When duty is fulfilled and the work done, Heaven's virtue repays all.
Only then will teacher and disciples reach their compass.
From first to last — it is all within yourselves.
Your Teacher's instruction touches upon everything.

In short: do not be blind and ignorant any longer.
Hurry forward — even then you may fear falling behind.
Prepare before the rain — plan quickly.
Do not betray your Teacher's heart a second or third time.

A thousand urgings, ten thousand calls —
all for nothing other than the good of each worthy disciple.
All people have feeling — you should awaken on your own.
Do not add again to your Teacher's sorrow.

Only true practice in action can bring comfort.
And you will not betray the compassion of your Teacher Mother.
Your Teacher's feeling is without end.
The main meaning — I still hope my disciples will follow and reflect.

I set this down and will not write further. To write more and still not be heeded — the sorrow only deepens. I bow and take my leave of God on High, withdrawing from the altar. Parting from my disciples, I return to the Pure and Silent Heaven. Withdraws.

Session Fifteen

The Twenty-Third Day of the Third Month, Year Jichou (March 23, 1949)

Descended Teaching of Yuehui Bodhisattva

It wears out the compassionate heart
and shatters the mind with care —
all for the sake of the foolish and confused,
laboring spirit to the last.
Only because the times are changing fast —
how fearful! — worrying that her disciples have no compass.
The golden thread, faint as it is — if it breaks again,
how lamentable! One slip, and the regret runs deep.
While there is time, heed your Mother's teaching well.
Be careful! Can you not practice what you know and repay Heaven's grace?

I, your Teacher Mother, Yuehui Bodhisattva, by command have come to the altar. I bow to the Old Mother. Worthy disciples, quiet your hearts. I take up the planchette and inscribe this teaching.

Your Teacher Mother takes up the planchette and sets down good words.
For her disciples she urges and presses — again and again and again.
Through the nights she wears herself out with anxious thought, her compassionate heart torn to pieces.
And still she does not spare a thousand, ten thousand words, speaking of every kind of thing.

Recalling the past — how can one help but double one's sorrow?
Through one trial after another, one snare after another —
Old Heaven has laid down test upon test, layer upon layer.
After each round — truly, how many have fallen.

Those who sincerely advance, who truly show themselves — they are still too few to see.
And once you enter cultivation, it is not easy to escape this board.
Each of you disciples has, more or less, some experience —
but the true fire, the true tempering — how hard it is to bring them to fullness.

In the past, the great storms came as the fixed numbers were tested.
Three great examinations were planned, one after another.
And at the end — it can truly be called a scene of total confusion.
One might say: everywhere you look, scattered sand.

Heaven's number is: it should be this way — turning and changing in order.
Among all of them, how many kept their compass through it all?
When the wind blew wild, how could anyone find a fixed starting point?
And so the great majority were tested and fell, unable to find peace.

Your Mother, though she saw it coming and urged and pleaded again and again —
what could be done when, at the critical moment, your resolve was not firm?
You lost your bearings, your foundation shifted, the golden thread was lost.
There was a beginning but no end — the fruit of the Dao could not ripen.

And how much more so when every one of you carries a responsibility that is no small thing.
Your Mother had no choice but to plead again with Heaven for compassion,
and by Heaven's mandate was permitted to come in person and give guidance —
to lead you back to the right road, reconnect you, and set you upon the board once more.

This turning point has now divided into two paths:
principle and sentiment, public and private — not a hair's breadth of mixing allowed.
It depends entirely on your own foundation, your ancestral virtue — its depth or shallowness.
It depends on the merit and virtue you have accumulated — whether it is stable and firm.

Since you have received grace, followed your Mother's teaching, and repented with effort —
if not for Heaven's great pardon, how could this have happened by chance?
And yet there are still those who cling stubbornly, making no progress.
After another stretch of time, there will be another turning.

The disciples — their faces cannot become one.
The affairs in every direction are not yet unified — your Mother's heart hangs heavier still.
Each time she considers the great matter of Heaven, it is truly hard to manage.
The final act has already begun — preparations for the Great Gathering.

The mandate of Heaven is here — your Mother cannot disobey or defer.
Toward you disciples, the weight of responsibility makes her heart bind even tighter.
And beyond this, the Three Realms must all be settled and accounted for.
Truly, it has used up an immeasurable amount of heart and liver.

She relies greatly on all the buddhas and patriarchs working together.
And she still hopes that good disciples will exert themselves and shoulder the burden.
Your Mother, therefore, does not shrink from hardship — she personally selects and raises,
tidying up the affairs of every direction, setting order step by step.

By now, though the arrangement can be called somewhat better,
it still depends on the disciples to carry through and bring it to completion.
Among those in position, the wheat and the chaff must be tested.
Picking and choosing, using and discarding — it all emerges naturally.

Do not look at someone unimpressive and think no great work can be done through them.
Do not look at someone clever and think they can certainly bear the responsibility.
Heaven tests in darkness, humans verify in the open — the two are linked.
Those whose number has come must all pass through this.

By now the times are urgent — there is no more slowing down.
And yet some disciples have fallen again into laxity.
Those who truly, from beginning to end, repent without ceasing,
who hold to sincerity, who are careful in all things — they can truly be called rare.

And still others go through the motions — false appearances and empty faces.
And still others waste their days — reckless, superficial, stubborn.
And still others are simply foolish in their sincerity — never discerning clearly.
And still others bury their heads — never looking ahead or behind.
And still others stir up trouble — competing, arguing over who is greater or lesser.
And still others stumble themselves — and drag their students down with them.

This situation — how can your Mother not sigh ten thousand sighs?
You are treating the great matter as something trivial.
To make a child's game of Heaven's work — what kind of offense is that?
You should long ago have taken warning — Heaven does not forgive lightly.

Whoever truly commits acts of betraying the Teacher,
or belittling the patriarchs, insulting those who came before — all manner of such things:
know this — it will not be long before the five thunders appear.
One crack, and the punishment strikes — this is not spoken lightly.

This fixed number cannot be avoided — it must finally be made real.
If you are careless now, can you not feel the chill?
Heed your Mother's teaching quickly — prepare with urgency.
True cultivation, hard effort — how many days do you really have?

You must know that the times grow tighter and more changeable.
At the very most, there is only this remaining year.
And there will still be another great test sent down from Heaven —
not distinguishing inside from outside — both will come entangled together.

Fortunately, ten thousand buddhas knelt and pleaded for more time —
but I fear it cannot be long before it becomes apparent.
Each of you disciples — hold tight to this one ray of dawn.
Quickly make a true showing, to repay Heaven above.

You must be able to bring your true conscience out for all to see.
Look up to Heaven, look down to Earth — and feel no shame in your heart.
Hold fast and firm to what your Mother has compassionately taught, again and again.
You must truly, each of you, take this to heart and advance as one.

You must truly cut through passion and desire in a single stroke.
You must truly know what is weighty and what is light — distinguishing the sacred from the common.
This does not mean abandoning human bonds and ignoring human feeling —
but you must understand: loyalty and filial piety cannot both be served at once.

If there are entanglements, if there are attachments, if the dust of the world still stains you —
then think: can you really complete the Dao and bring your merit full circle?
If it were truly that easy, the way would have been crowded long ago.
The more you truly cultivate, the harder it will certainly become.

And you still carry heavy responsibilities that cannot be loosened.
One single heart, running through from first to last — only then can it come full.
In your proper duty, what should be done must truly be done.
Toward your responsibilities, if there is not the slightest deficiency — that is a worthy disciple.

Your students, above and below — forge them into one body.
Unite into a great force — what hardship is there to fear?
Even if the storm arises, you will have a settled position.
Hearts the same, wills aligned — repelling all that is crooked.

At this time, prepare well and proceed with composure.
Otherwise you will find your hands too late to act and your plans too late to complete.
When the boat reaches the middle of the river, it is too late to patch the leak.
Sharpening the spear at the moment of battle — is that not futile?

Better to have your own reckoning ready early.
From the root, do not be careless — investigate with fine attention.
Remember also to compare and examine one another.
When the wind shifts, turn the rudder quickly — be flexible and resourceful.

At this time, while things still allow you to advance and work —
do not delay even a moment, do not waste even a breath.
It is nothing more than making the large small, turning the whole into pieces —
scattered and then gathered, gathered and then scattered — moving according to what the situation demands.

Simplify procedure, shorten time — do not be slow to act.
With clarity, recognize great ability — do not confuse the wise with the foolish.
If you truly want one person's strength to exceed ten thousand —
seek swift results, and your steps will not fall into chaos.

If you see a small disturbance, do not hesitate to observe the change.
Whether urgent or slow — find the settled center.
In human affairs, do your utmost not to let gaps appear.
Gather all sincerity, plead with Heaven — turn danger into peace.

Grasp the true plumb line and advance with vigor.
In your bearing, maintain caution — at all times, always.
If it truly comes to the great test and everything changes,
Heaven will surely give signs in advance and reveal everything fully.

Let all disciples take careful heed and examine themselves.
In practical affairs, when the time comes to pause — do not disobey Heaven.
As long as you keep the sincere thought running through without change,
your true conscience bright and shining forever — it will move Heaven above.

Then, with this, Heaven and humanity both can advance together.
And your students too, by this alone, will be steady and at peace.
But if, when the wind rises, people panic and horses scatter —
your wavering will drag down lives beyond counting.

Is that not one person's foolishness bringing ruin to ten thousand?
Think on this constantly — it is truly like walking on ice, standing at the cliff's edge.

This future, though shown directly to you, has not yet fully appeared.
With worldly eyes, how can you distinguish what flows with Heaven from what runs against it?
In those days, true and false will be mixed, the paths crooked and unknown.
Even the road of light will darken for a time.

And so the side-doors will have their moment of appearing.
Without these strange doctrines emerging, how could the foolish and the wise be told apart?
At that time, the threads of confusion will number in the thousands upon ten thousands.
What plan can find the pure and upright among them?

And moreover, your Mother in all matters follows Heaven's judgment.
She must, for a time, go into hiding — steadying the fishing boat in silence.
This is not abandoning responsibility or letting go —
what must be purified, what must be sifted — all of it is Heaven's to decide.

This world too will reach its final great upheaval.
Heaven forms the image, Earth forms the shape — and the two face the board of the Dao.
Chaos will turn to order, darkness will turn to light — teacher and disciples will meet again.
It will be like the sky about to dawn — first comes the deepest darkness.

Each of you disciples — you must see clearly and discern with all your might.
A single thought can carry consequences beyond measure.
Be careful, do not be careless — learn from this, strive harder.
Think — what is your Mother doing all of this for?

In the end, it is one word: her disciples, and nothing else.
She is not made of grass or wood — can a person with a heart not understand?
She has worn herself out — three times, four times, urging and pleading in every way.
Whether you listen or not — each of you must bear the consequence yourself.

Those who are your Mother's good disciples will follow and obey.
At the very end, the sky will clear and the sun will shine on a blue heaven.
The Eternal Mother, when that time comes, will reveal her hand.
Teacher and disciples, mother and children — hearts connected, feelings bound together.

Remember these words — plan and reckon early.
Do not make your Mother raise her sorrows once again.
Here I set down the brush and will not write further.
To say more and have it treated as a child's game — only adds to the heartache.

I take my leave of the Sovereign, part from my worthy disciples, and withdraw from the altar. Riding the auspicious clouds, I return to the Infinite, straight to the heavens above. Withdraws.

Session Sixteen

The Twenty-Fourth Day of the Third Month, Year Jichou (March 24, 1949)

Instruction of the Three-Heaven Examiner (三天主考), Maotian (茂田)

Maotian has studied some fine craftsmanship.

A great construction is to be raised —
the style must follow the ancients,
yet remain in common use.
The model must be dignified and imposing,
never light or frivolous.
The materials must be solid and enduring,
nothing makeshift or halfway.
The interior must be plain and unadorned,
never rough or careless.
As for the pace of construction — pursue speed at every turn.
What need not be delayed, do not delay.

Once the principles have been found,
first try your hand at drawing a plan.
With the framework in place, lay out the main lines and particulars.
Choose an auspicious day and break the ground.
Hire the craftsmen of the Five Trades and Eight Guilds,
masters from every discipline.
Divide the labor, share the work — each master serving his task.
First lay a firm foundation.
Then raise the beams and set the pillars.

Prepare sharp blades, steel knives, broad axes.
Every tool that is needed must be ready and in order.
If anything falls short, rush to fill the gap.
Strike the drum — at the sound of it, rise and move.
From dawn to dusk, never stop hand or foot.
Do not fear the labor. Accept the hardship gladly.

We ourselves will handle the rough work
and oversee the whole operation besides,
so that high and low alike keep steady footing.
Every item, large and small, every figure and sum,
shall be entered in the ledger.
What is paid out, what is received, what should go, what should come in —
sorted by type and category, perfectly clear.
What should be added, add. What should be subtracted, subtract.
What should be multiplied, multiply. What should be divided, divide.

In this way, with all strength gathered together, there will be considerable progress at last.
Along the way, wind and rain may block the path —
delays to the work are unavoidable.
But keep your spirit full and abundant.

Before long, the great work is finished — the grand design complete.
We thank every one of you for your thousand pains and ten thousand hardships.
Each receives his wages and goes on with his life.
Joyfully you lift your feet
and head for home, each to his own resting place.

We ourselves will straighten up and put things in order —
inside and out.
What needs sweeping, sweep. What needs papering, paper.
Every piece of furniture, neat and in its place.
In the hall, display old paintings, famous paintings, a Hundred Sons scroll —
a feast for the eyes and the heart.
Open a few winding gravel paths.
Under the eaves, keep a pool of golden fish,
swimming at ease — rising and sinking, breathing in and breathing out.
A sight to gladden the heart and delight the eyes.

In the courtyard, plant paulownia and parasol trees, green cypress and pine.
All the flowers and trees of the season — thick grass, tall bamboo.
Draw in the songbirds to sing of spring, the bees to swarm, the butterflies to dance.
The pleasure, naturally, overflows.

And do not forget — first invite the Mother to come and live here.
She, the Elder, looks around with satisfaction,
walks through the high gate and great entrance.
Indeed — clean bright windows, spotless tables, spacious and abundant.
Her heart is at ease.

She calls the children to come and stroll.
They look east and west — everywhere, splendor upon splendor.
We clap our hands, laugh, and call out to each other in joy.
And we name this place: the Lodge of Myriad Transformations. Ha ha!

Instruction of Ji Gong, the Fool Father (呆父)

I, the Fool Father, Superintendent of Construction, by the Sovereign's command come strolling at my leisure, paying respects to the Heavenly Brother. Are you all well? Let me keep the jade brush moving and write on. Ha ha!

The Lodge of Myriad Transformations — the Lodge of Myriad Transformations!
Though it took considerable effort,
and everyone spent every kind of hardship,
through countless spans of time —
the work is done, the task accomplished. What tremendous fortune!
Let us congratulate each of you for your toil and labor.
Each one worked with a public heart toward the great design.
One person's strength is limited — but many wills form a fortress,
and the great burden can be shouldered.

Know this: when the bitterness ends, the sweetness comes.
Let us be at ease, leisurely and free.
A tranquil dwelling, a carefree home —
browsing at will through ten thousand volumes of ancient and modern books.
Keep the company of sages. Befriend the noble and the wise.
All troubles dissolve of themselves.
Push aside the idle affairs and give them no regard.
Right and wrong, long and short — my mouth does not speak of them.
Order and chaos, rise and fall — my heart does not scheme over them.

A true friend takes the Dao as his foundation.
Cultivate your nature, and joy comes naturally. Desire little, and the spirit eases.
Sit facing each other and together awaken to the true principle.
Study what the sages truly practiced.
The pivotal mystery of Heaven and Earth,
the guiding threads of human affairs —
test them against each other. The true meaning accords.
One principle extends to ten thousand particulars — there is no discrepancy.

Sweep away the obstructions of words and knowledge.
Discover the subtle, the wondrous — bodhi itself —
right there in the square inch, the tree that casts no shadow.
Make this your doorway. Advance slowly, step by step.
Walk the true road. Find your own resting place.
Then, in this body, savor this life.
Do not waste a single step in the human world.

Extend this truth and proclaim it further —
you will build a foundation of real merit that others admire.
Beginning and end accord. First and last meet in the same place.
A person like this deserves to be called a true hero —
a pillar standing firm in the middle of the current.

My heart is full of joy.
I wish you boundless prospects,
clear brightness without number.
Open wide your heart.
Without shame before Heaven or Earth — a spirit broad and at ease.
Calm and natural.

In the future, I will shoulder great affairs alongside you once more.
Do not look at the toil of this moment as yours alone —
before long, the good fortune that comes will be mine as well.
I will surely raise you up in every way, look after you ten thousand times over.

But the present situation — how should it be handled?
This too demands your careful thought.
It is unlike the past. It must not be taken lightly.
The weather of Heaven is uncertain — the reckoning is hard to predict.
Overcast turns to clear, clear turns to overcast — is there not a reason within?
Favorable turns to adverse, adverse turns to favorable — what standard shall we use?
Affairs are sometimes easy, sometimes hard — it truly baffles the step forward.
What is past, let it go — all that has gone is gone.
Only plan for the present and weigh the future —
this is the step that matters.

East shifts to west, south is in chaos, north overturns.
Where is the pure and tranquil ground?
The responsibility will not allow us to stop our feet.
And the situation is far from clear —
it demands the most careful attention.
Moreover, the people are not yet of one accord.
How can I hold back these earnest words, this heart full of care?
How could I bear to cast them aside and wash my hands?

Though the will of Heaven has shifted,
still it should grant me time to bring the great work to order.
Only then will this heart be without shame.
Only then will this charge not have been shouldered in vain.

What else can be done? A thousand times, ten thousand times, I plead with Heaven.
And further — I lean upon all the Buddhas and patriarchs of every heaven, pouring out my case before them.
Perhaps the timing of Heaven can be pushed back one more turn.
But before long — the great overturning comes.

The truth is: the facts on the ground are not yet in accord.
The state of human affairs still falls far short.
As for the degree of readiness — some too ripe, some too raw, strong and weak impossible to fully describe.
If one day the will of Heaven answers the appointed reckoning,
the great wind rises, the storm pours down,
rivers surge, seas overturn, lakes are upended —
the numbers who fall will be beyond counting.
Those who survive will be few indeed. Is this not pitiable?
What a weight of suffering.

Consider the situation, examine the truth —
already we have received the grace of the Unborn Mother.
Were it not for that, long ago we would have been thrown into the boiling pot.
Brothers and sisters — do you understand? Do you know?

Is each person's foundation solid yet?
Has each person's vision opened?
How many bushels of grain can your heart hold?
Are your skills fully tempered?
Is every tool prepared and in order?

Even so, you still need wisdom and discernment.
Know your direction — do not lose it in fog.
What is true, what is false; what exists, what does not —
examine it all until it is perfectly clear.
A thousand days training the army for one hour's battle — remember this always.

Give constant thanks to Heaven.
Show genuine sincerity and steadfast faith.
Press forward. Temper your practice.
Be able to endure labor. Be able to eat bitterness.
Be able to bear injustice. Be able to swallow humiliation.
And furthermore — starve the body, exhaust the bones.
Bitter heart, bitter resolve — lay open your liver and bowels.
Bring out the true conscience and repay Heaven.

What else remains to be given?
Nothing more than to do what is within your power.
Once more, examine your own responsibility:
is there anything owed, anything neglected?
The higher the position, the greater the caution.
Be careful — one misstep, and the regret can never be redeemed.
It will drag down thousands upon thousands of lives.
It will sink nine generations of ancestors and seven generations of descendants.
Sins that fill the sky, crushing the Mountain of Shadows — one hundred and eighty thousand years of suffering.
Never to be restored. Remember this.

Can you not be careful?
Let the heart be always startled, the courage always trembling.
Truly it hangs by a single hair under the weight of a thousand pounds.
Never, never act with levity.

And further — feel the sufferings of the Merciful Mother.
For the sake of her disciples
she has poured out every drop of her heart, shattered her inmost being.
She has traveled to every corner. What labor has she feared?
Carriages, boats — every kind of upheaval.
She has spoken a thousand words, ten thousand words — and what was she after?

It is because the final great affair is at hand — a tension that is terrifying.
The coming transformation — Heaven the crucible, Earth the furnace.
Who can see through it? Who has truly perceived?
Were it not for her boundless merciful heart,
I fear you brothers and sisters would long ago have walked into the wilderness.

You all understand — what happened before, what kind of overturning that was.
How many of you did not lose your footing?
Were it not for the grace that reconnected the golden thread — how could you find the true road again?
Each of you — understand! Wake up, quickly!
Do not betray what you have been given. Do not fall back into confusion.
Where there are faults, do not excuse yourself.
Make yourself new. Become a new person.
Set a great standard. Find the guiding threads.
Take hold of your spirit and work together.

Time moves too fast. The auspicious window will not wait.
Do not delay any longer.
There is only one bright moment left to look toward.
Delay any more and the chance will not come again.

Brothers, unite your hearts into one. Bind your strength into a single rope.
Do not fear the surging waves, whatever blocks the way.
Do not fear the wild beasts — jackals, wolves, leopards, tigers.
Do not fear the demons and phantoms, the spirits that swarm.
Do not bow before brute power or oppression.
With upright spirit and broad axe —
absolutely no ambiguity.
What must be cut, cut. What must be cleared, clear.

Bring out the spirit of a true hero.
Let them turn back and bow their heads in submission.
A hero worthy of admiration —
great enough to contain even this humble soldier.
I am willing to carry the spear, haul the axe, follow at your side.

Let it be seen: a liver and gallbladder bright as sun and moon, a heart clear as a jade pot.
In every direction, a fearsome and reverent bearing — everywhere, a vital spirit, solemn and exact.

This is what it means to judge between the righteous and the wicked, the Buddha and the demon — two separate roads.
Fortunate that we have the great demon-quelling vajra pestle, the mountain-splitting sacred axe.
Together we may celebrate our fortune.
Everyone, rise together — joy and ease for all!

But I wait for the day when the Heartland reveals its light — the Eighteen Children take their seat upon the central earth.
I will see you, and you will see me.
Whose name will it be? I fear it will be another riddle.
This is a sealed gourd —
and you will not know what is inside it in advance.
I will not speak plainly now.
When the time comes, the authority and the majesty will be revealed.

Filial devotion to the Most High — shining bright upon the Eastern Land.
Hidden and then revealed, gone and then returned.
What was becomes nothing, what was straight becomes reversed.
What does it mean? I fear that even careful reflection cannot exhaust its depth.
Do not say the one in the middle of it is confused —
the bystander is even more bewildered.
One's own affair — and yet one is still stuffing gourds inside gourds.

In short, for now, it is all still in one pot together.
But one morning, the great sky turns fully bright —
and everything can be sorted, found, and separated.

Very well, very well!
No need to go on pulling at idle riddles.
Too many words, and a slip of the tongue — Heaven may not forgive.
What I have said — remember it.
Ponder it carefully.
Come often to visit the Lodge of Myriad Transformations —
do not let the ground go wild, the people go idle, and the trees grow thin.

Each of you — understand!
Each of you — awaken!
I say no more.

I bow, take my leave of you brothers and sisters, and withdraw from the altar.
My dharma-body rises into the sky, straight to the Mysterious Capital. Ha ha! Withdraws.

Colophon

Guiding the Lost Back to Truth (指迷歸真) is a collection of sixteen spirit-writing sessions received at Yiguandao altars between 1944 and 1949 — from the closing years of the Second World War through the Chinese Civil War and the eve of the communist takeover of mainland China. Multiple celestial figures descend through the planchette with increasing urgency: the Zhangpan Patriarch (掌盤祖師, the celestial holder of the altar), Basou (八叟, Dean of the Celestial Academy), Ji Gong (as 師瘋呆, "the Crazy Fool"), Teacher Mother Sun Huiming, Yuehui Bodhisattva (月慧菩薩), Tianran Ancient Buddha (天然古佛, Zhang Tianran's posthumous emanation), the Three-Heaven Examiner (三天主考), Zhang the Dharma Lord (張法律主), and Ji Gong under his Southern Screen title (南屏道濟). The text is a document of a faith community under existential threat — the celestial hierarchy warning, exhorting, and preparing its children for the storm.

Sessions 1–16 translated from Classical Chinese by the New Tianmu Anglican Church, 2026. Gospel register. Sixteen sessions, seventeen tulku translators (Tei through Ryō, Sessions 122–136), seventy thousand characters, five years of spirit-writing, one complete book.

Compiled and formatted for the Good Work Library by the New Tianmu Anglican Church, 2026.

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Source Text: 指迷歸真

Chinese source text from taolibrary.com (善書圖書館). Presented here for reference, study, and verification alongside the English translation above. Sessions 1–16 (complete).

民國三十三年歲次甲申年 六月二十日　掌盤祖師垂訓

真道難辦 真道難修 千魔萬考 重重鼎爐 天設奇考 拔選中流 嗚呼難哉 真機誰識透 多半盲修

吾 院長八叟 奉 敕旨 隨祖 降臨佛樓 先參 天 敬候老祖 諸兄近佳 拱手問候 天意是否識透 老 種種設施 為將來大事 費盡了多少運籌 受盡了多少苦愁 哥哥呀 兄弟呀 有幾位能替 老 分憂

咳 甲申應運開科選 天考人驗應機來 陰琢陽磨般般現 明考暗選煉奇才 自古道興魔加害 德修謗興理不歪 修道識透魔考理 不難返本達蓬萊

吾 爾師瘋呆 奉 敕旨 隨祖 來至塵埃 師不多示 敬候祖排

咳 收圓真機誰能識 修道良辰無久時 傑俊識時達務進 乘風破浪莫遲遲 須知曉日月常逝 歲不我留徒當知 趁此良機尚未盡 速振神發無畏志

吾爾 師母 奉 敕旨 隨祖至也 叩參 上帝 吾不多示

咳 （七月十五日 正月初一日 六月初一日 五月初一日） 去歲月蝕兩次 今年日蝕雙兼 並現三環相糾纏 誰人 識透機關 事先天必垂象 無窮妙理內容 按象悟理細 推參 理純一旦豁然

吾乃 應運真人 當今掌盤 奉 敕旨 偕徒等來至法壇 先參 上帝 執機批言

停

歲月無情 次地轉循 甲木丁火 申金陶融 大施煆煉 考驗重重 將帥被困 臨崖恐驚 連環圈套 接接踵踵 不明天意 斷線難通 月色暗淡 異端叢生 日將暮矣 新月光明 天下普照 盤設西京 暗降機運 轉瞬功成 幾多不曉 人云亦從 識神當令 真靈被蒙 迷途羔羊 失了牧童 大小不定 路線無從 光天化日 明朗宣清 難逢難遇 尋機而行 貪嗔癡愛 妄念叢生 之乎者也 輩出不窮 錯了錯了 認作人情 方悔已晚 針氈之中 你我彼此 爭利奪名 我弱爾強 奪果爭功 互相譏刺 謗毀時生 互相排斥 侵略有形 天網不懼 理欲不清 不畏天命 顧全人情 自以為是 高傲狂輕 自私自利 尊卑不稱 惡積如山 孽似海宏 已成罪魁 極必遭凶 敗壞佛綱 德無寸增 喪失天理 身受雷轟 內失檢點 亂了性靈 如繭自縛 此彼不明 外加五魔 魔纏糾爭 更須仔細 深解形容 虎頭蛇尾 去投牢籠 狼心狗肺 來把人侵 亂至極點 如此禍凶 蜂起多眾 群相鬥爭 一齊出動 聲光電攻 令出山動 下上齊驚 捉綁押解 拿去問刑 善男信女 人人受凌 狂顛造次 風行雷鳴 暴烈慘怖 雨打頭痛 破頭爛額 膽戰心驚 失了去向 魂飛魄崩 注意歲底 重視秋冬 首先準備 領率後生 其餘諸事 餘暇完成 減去大半 分別重輕 爐火烈烈 鼎內無情 設備已畢 妥當分明 煆其虛偽 煉其真容 原人選齊 人人皈宗 切記切記 勿露巧精 疏遠奸佞 忽略墜坑 見賢思齊 機鋒視清 保薦忠良 身家清明 大家覺悟 亂極治生 一切邪崇 陣陣皆空 升堂入室 降旨頒功 自快自樂 分辨濁清 死者封爵 生者享樂 聽讀天旨 命令皆從 得進切進 失機難逢 有限佳期 因循豈成 時加參考 已往作憑 至道不二 了死超生 勿懈勿怠 負責進行 良言批留 辰壇之中

批罷三六真言 諸孫可以細參 內含無窮妙意 識透方算奇賢 莫道祖言無序 從今向後參觀 一步緊似一步 一天緊似一天 諸孫否有定見 何妨對祖一談

（答守死善道 始終如一 認理誠修 魔考不退 求老祖師慈悲吧）

上天諸般現象 借象悟理明全 人有良機天賦 能致即能格天 其所不明之處 皆系物慾牽纏 但能清心寡慾 無時不與天穿 今日所垂訓語 諸事無不內含 悟吧悟吧悟吧 悟透勿再遲延 批此不多下判 辭 別孫返還 哈哈退

民國三十四年歲次乙酉年 七月十一日　八叟 口喻

老燕還巢事轉多 赤火燃燒半山河 安樂田園頓寂寞 男女戎裝跑山坡 家家佛堂絕燈火 人人吃齋淚如梭 弱小法船風震破 捲入洪濤浪漩渦 最怕飲了迷魂酒 心無把柄信開河 我拉你來你拉我 拉來拉去如鵝窩 洪誓大願熟讀過 至時誰肯照願說 不怕強弓及硬弩 惟恐自己將自魔 傾了東家滅了伙 打入陰山永難活 念頭念頭牢把守 失足定墜萬丈波

當知魔內佛亦有 然而佛內也有魔 恩即是仇真是假 愛即是冤善即惡 逆即順來順即錯 明即暗來分即合 乖者到時雙足跺 傻子至時笑哈哈 奇異劇場已排妥 目下已經動鼓鑼 豺狼亦把小旦唱 老虎合掌念彌陀 讒媚氣度使人醉 揭開面具不得了 涼風起兮發下令 好歹不管齊收割 目下白鵝出綠水 不久紅掌戲青波

中原變成瓜分地 你一夥來我一夥 推開俗事但不論 須看內題待如何 鳳凰愁居幽燕地 時刻惦念慈心婆 藏器待時忍為妙 岐山鸞鳴唱太和 千難過來萬難過 難過也得假造作 只為前途種種計 方定如此大妙策 一旦葫蘆計兒破 方知收圓有規模 棟樑奇才已選妥 尚待我父苦琢磨 剛柔相濟水火制 文武火候相交和 此時忍痛且收淚 日後好人笑哈哈

院長洩盡心頭話 諸弟諸妹細揣摩 有人識透玄中妙 急早行功勿囉嗦 功行須要識時務 早即佛來遲即魔 從今聖凡兩無路 兄弟呀 姊妹呀 各自謹防八哥哥 哈哈

八兄留言在壇庭 希望知音勿盲從 生死關頭今已至 文武火候相交攻 今為轉盤換象事 研究成立誡弟兄 傾心領會傾心悟 以體俺娘之苦衷 轉眼時勢驟然變 只恐想修也不能 有志各現洪願立 西方助水法船撐 共佐俺娘擔大任 以體俺爸之苦衷 時勢轉變數有定 陰陽更迭非人能 天命本非私人有 無形轉變有無生 普渡階段今已過 收圓結果之路程 水火既濟開文運 造就中堅之後生 一切一切非人力 人力焉能如此行 弟妹分清邪正路 早整行裝早登程

民國三十六年歲次丁亥年 八月十五日 未時 師母恭求指示訓

義貫凌雲志沖天 進退不茍傑俊賢 赤面忠心春秋抱 秉燭達旦十二年 吾乃 關雲長率法律奉 旨 隨 來至佛堂 進室參 駕 月慧安祥 弓長愈否 懸念悲傷 唉唉止

十八應運師弓長 大道浩浩世倡宏 明師一指萬緣了 醫去習氣作新生 吾儕 十大明醫奉 恩旨 特來壇席 參謁已畢 師尊珍重 關心難題 今日來此 所謂病體 師尊無礙 師母放心安息 唉唉止

諸欲解除 萬念皆無 天性圓明 仙靈復出 神妙難測 菩提為伍 聖賢階梯 薩陀覺路 吾等 諸天神聖 萬仙菩薩 奉 恩旨 侍 聖駕 來至佛槎 參叩 天 月慧近佳 大眾肅立 吾等不聊 哈哈止

鬧鬧打打 說說聊聊 擠眉弄眼 任意跳踏 吾乃 茂田小兒 率三班 侍 聖駕 來至法壇 參叩 維皇 親金安 吾父病體 令兒心酸 唉唉止

來拜節 作慶賀 中秋過得真不錯 又有吃 又有喝 獨剩饑困我活佛 吾乃 爾師濟癲 偕月慧 隨侍 天 月慧身安 時至秋涼 請加檢點 當要謹慎 免吾憂擔 唉唉止

金絲玉軒高壽延年 公德同盟舜日堯天 祖至斯期辦理收圓 師法不易 亙古難得 吾乃 金公老祖 侍 天駕 至佛屋 參罷 上帝 月慧安舒 為祖止機 候批書 唉唉止

駕離無極天 前後侍顏 童叟得天道 子女超深淵 俺倆 駕前童子 侍 上帝 至壇墀 參叩 天 止機不批 嘻嘻止

明明德在親民 上帝造物恩德深 萬靈物一理分 真宰萬有此為尊 吾 明明上帝 無極皇娘 今逢中秋 率衛至堂 子女接駕 月慧安祥 為觸景 痛斷柔腸 子女起立 聆訓章 唉 仰首歎時至緊關 垂首歎災難甚慘 歎世間汪洋苦海 歎子女流連不還 唉 將臨三場拔英賢 暴雨狂風海浪翻 時至考期鼎爐設 虛風試驗人心田 八足七手無頭緒 飛沙颳石火連天 大地亂七八糟混 五魔降落鬧中原 槍林彈雨四方起 累卵覆巢樹難安 全家分離難十聚 國家無主下上殘 八蠻齊擁九夷進 天下瓜分果難圓 豈知上天暗主宰 智者心堅守真傳 世間昏暗無明路 平坦志者獨能前 天地頃刻成焦土 牢守一線能通天 暗中自有無窮妙 道不遠人存心間 虛無妙有真理認 各要尊師順田 末後星宿皆訪道 求得受點渡劫關 上渡星斗與河漢 方無悔羞超塵凡 行功立德五方證 有志能成大器端 掃三飛四賊魔滅 心澄神清無千纏 和而不流混於俗 井井有條紊弗然 看淡塵世皆屬幻 不被假亂真性天 當作奇漢模範士 守身如玉明恥廉 事異於眾獨自立 快馬揚鞭敏捷先 現下難關已然至 尾末道行猶更難 心中打點早綢繆 不但目下防未然 有緣原子聞真道 爾等看看末場觀 彼此無分同德進 休論我爾後與先 一旦蒂落瓜自熟 方曉仙佛往日言 二六誠懇責各盡 勿管他人如何焉 小心嚴秘插且慎 藏器待時處超然 未雨計籌尚猶可 莫可盲走趨邪偏 鳩居黎民無救主 時偏今朝末後關 人民哀痛四野竄 今歲混沌神鬼寒 悲歡離合朝夕變 丁火子亥黑暗慘 深痛難免生死苦 歲亥分崩無樂園 夫妻父子難代替 今死三更刻不緩 世人為子苦心力 輾轉四六迫循環 俗雲風火散時盡 俚語賬債滿時還 天下遨遊任遍走 道高何患水火連 無糧任飛野鶴樂 知命君子德連綿 歡喜悲哀人難免 陽陰接交一紙間 豈知鴻鵠凌雲志 篤道旨明折無彎 為人生遇三期世 明理返本希聖賢 心領神會豁然澈 域界逍遙無煩惱 不疚君子時內省 逛遊仙界眼界寬 究明科目神明懼 神人毗連昭彰全 知新習學得真趣 小草矛蘆明帝懸 無畏三施力各盡 體天行道開花宣 始終如一無乏懈 結果仍在開花鮮 時下左道妖術顯 眼光亮者看明穿 動靜法術呼風雨 撒豆兵結移山河 群魔起鬥各逞勝 誇口果敢爭後先 三千六百左旁道 祖師平收歸真詮 門教豈出此理外 徒等明本究其源 四萬八千開科選 剖分善惡判愚賢 導民教化以理挽 人我離開了萬緣 天下一齊明其妙 萬民自在老幼安 光前裕後出頭日 人人遵從中庸言 善惡是非到頭判 道似暖陽劫秋殘 為娘示此一段落 內中所貫玄妙多 誰能找出其中妙 即為智廣才學博

今逢中秋至壇 會見孝女心痛酸 子女咸集滿堂會 觸景生痛想當年 回憶六萬年前事 至今如同在目前 慈懷難舒悲聲放 無生故里望東川 東土少有知音子 高山流水向誰彈 為娘自來悲懷軟 兒行千里心擔 為娘心苦逆兒樂 尚在劫內追求歡 幸有天然月慧女 度世化人稍安 為娘提起收圓事 悲淚點點落沙盤 吾兒吾女為道務 多少心血與良言 滿腔開化苦心費 晝夜耗神籌劃添 受盡風霜用盡力 終日為道打算盤 於今事情多紊亂 有累孝兒子天然 多憂成疾身體弱 為娘時刻掛心牽 吾兒吾女費心力 為娘心中何能安 於今天時日緊急 乃臨末後之要關 天堂地獄在此判 為娘提來心悲酸 壇中諸兒共攜手 一心一德助師肩 諸兒再分彼與此 為娘心中如刀穿 時下已部黑暗際 子女是否心了然 天考人驗此時判 舉念偏倚即墜淵 各當識時指南定 體貼爾師苦心田 諸兒度人先度己 以身作則為模範 若不正己將本立 如何成人希聖賢 各當尊師重道進 至誠不息表心虔 捫心自問果無愧 才稱盡人能合天 惟望子女各領悟 休再使心悲慘 天時緊急如何辦 亦應打點辦周全 辦道豈是粗心事 稍有疏忽考即前 不但道場不好辦 連累子女受倒懸 此非為心所願 無考怎選聖與賢 孝女放心決無事 一切盡人而合天 不但道場不好辦 連累子女受倒懸 為有心將考免 如免又恐難選賢 孝兒斟酌如何好 女不妨談一談（師母痛哭流涕跪懇 皇慈悲願替師尊之病）孝女不必生難過 切須起立聽娘言 孝女想要如此辦 為娘有話也難談 唉 吾女起立切勿跪 孝兒之病乃無關 不過氣候之不正 又兼憂愁病即纏 吾女起立且起立 不必難過如此焉 為娘暗中自有妙 以後氣象日日安 一切顯化豈人力 一切魔考玄又玄 為娘自然有用意 人縱智力難勝天 吾女起立勿再跪 為娘自有妙使然 是否還有請懇事 無事為即退壇（師母同大眾懇求 老慈悲使師尊病體早日痊癒）至時自有無邊妙 為慈悲何須言 若云天道決保險 吾道無法發此言 誠心自蒙皇天祐 殺身成仁理當然 關岳昭著縱一死 至時美名萬古傳 凡為道中犧牲者 定證無上大涅槃 孝女心意盡曉 誰人能比孝女賢 孝女放心勿憂慮 孝女忍耐待時焉 壇下兒等明此意 各應對道現心田 替天行道遵師意 同心同德辦一番 萬勿分爾與論我 孝心表現至誠虔 一切不分多憂慮 嗣後氣象日日安 吾兒曾歷諸考場 至此當悟艱難關 孝女勿可生悲痛 為慈悲妙無邊 為何嘗不難過 為只肸女共男 唉 言此一切難盡囑 望女放心事後觀 諸兒明心懇誠現 一心無二合一團 示此無有別言語 時也運也數末關（師母又求 老您老人家多多慈悲）孝女起立切勿跪 日後自然能明全 孝女如再壇前跪 為悲痛話難言 示此收機不多告 為暗地賜靈丹 別了子女悲聲放 心中如同亂箭穿 子情深何等重 分別不由淚濕衫 唉唉唉退

無極老慈悲降訓之訓中訓的天機文 民國三十六年八月十五日 師母恭求 無極老慈悲降訓 訓中訓的天機文指示 將至七七四十九 天昏地暗無星斗 五魔混世奇異現 中原分瓜各插籌 黎民悲痛父子散 遍野哀鴻人心疚 科學力乏妖術起 千門萬教齊出頭 暴風颳落樹上果 堅志守道要受羞 大千紊亂如馬尾 但看爾往何處走 今歲丁亥三六滿 火德交旨理域遊 毗蘆開花看結果 師徒分離在中秋

民國三十七年歲次戊子年 二月初十日　月慧菩薩 慈訓

經權達變用其中 傳道倡理選賢能 理物代天整末會 法效古聖真道行 天道降世善信救 渡化迷矇返天庭 命真方能了生死 眾志成城道顯宏

吾 月慧菩薩奉 慈諭令至壇台 參叩 天駕執機少排 哈哈

天命天命 一指了死並超生 至尊又至重 經理任 實非輕 繼天立極 萬人明燈 到處人人尊敬 命出仙佛 謹應 思此戰戰兢兢 時守中 哈哈

月光燦爛照院庭 群星耀耀各顯名 冬去春來否極泰 轉盤換象人事更 弓長爾師交天旨 眾徒亦隨願了清 經理二次領天命 今非已往當查明 此次重新立大願 須改從前敷衍情 七祖九玄俱搭上 萬勿認為兒戲行 尚有章程三十條 口口聲聲謹遵承 若據師母今觀察 與前相較病未輕 因何愈修愈退步 良心不發道怎成 車無輗軏怎行進 人無信用難存生 身為明師代表者 焉可言出不顧行 經理眾人之標竿 舉止動作關非輕 一人真來萬人真 一人假來同墜坑 害人色身要償命 萬人靈性賬怎清 師母示此心生痛 止乩不願往下評 不願敘來還得敘 望徒速改諸病癥 大願當了牙痛咒 章程作為過耳風 扯東拉西掩己過 移花接木冒人功 明唱經典至公理 暗施權術結私朋 見人有功眼發火 見人有過不憐疼 責任承身不竭力 卻因天命抖威風 見有微利強加入 凡是不是推個清 論起事來別人錯 講到辦事自己能 察人之過如明鏡 若察己過似盲童 如此不改修下去 莫說聖來賢怎成 休怨師母言語冷 教不嚴來過身承 要知天命不與常 不善暗收當曉明 望徒時時加警惕 千萬不要再迷矇 從今以後當日新 換壞齷齪舊心胸 前錯今錯後莫錯 再不改過完今生 好徒弟呀聽話吧 勿負師母苦口評 當知天命最尊貴 三六所選忠孝童 君子三畏畏天命 天命豈是平人承 收圓大事憑天命 無命怎能萬法平 有命千佛來扶助 有命萬仙調遣應 徒等領命掛聖號 皆因積德行大功 求道還須三生幸 領命更要有根恒 明此萬勿自暴棄 再振無限大神精 成全後學因人地 察言觀色可止行 且勿見人不說話 汝不言來道怎通 更勿講來沒階段 惹人煩惱枉費胸 身擔天命要威重 舉步留神莫盲從 擇善效之不善改 各人立場須詳明 按步就班低頭進 真功實善為要宗 不患人之不己知 白陽揭幕見真功 師徒攜手哈哈笑 大事明白報情 告此不示 辭 駕 別徒退壇返天庭 哈哈退

民國三十八年歲次己丑年 三月初九日　月慧菩薩 慈訓

流年如水光陰似箭
世事瞬息萬變
少壯不早用功
老頭空自嗟嘆
大戲表演 場會滿換
分配生旦淨丑
驚天動地泣鬼神
同注意這次關鍵

吾乃 月慧菩薩爾師母 領 諭 離佛院 參 天駕 賢契見 握機管 再垂判 咳

奉旨辭天降法壇
會弟子提筆示訓篇
滿腹話蘊藏實無限
心中事片刻豈盡談
觸世景難免生感嘆
想天時尤增心悲酸
憶此番三期大事辦
時非同已往之從前
有爾師普渡運已滿
臨最後應時可收圓
母從命實乃定理判
無其能奈何天命嚴
這大事實在任難滿
豈容易交待於上天
整三曹仙鬼齊檢點
人事上更是多麻煩
經一場一番有變換
遇風波升降不一般
遇渡期懺悔各接線
奈因為弟子太混摻
有好人實在多良善
當知道不良也甚繁
玉與石如是常相亂
盡人事豈易兩分班
雖如此主權由天判
大樞紐人力變遷難
前與後三場大考驗
定結果便可分愚賢
母自知力量實有限
心雖廣獨力怎撐船
實多蒙天恩浩蕩展
諸仙佛齊起同助盤
三天上不留一羅漢
齊倒裝隱名而下凡
當須知無皇親囑勸
施靈光顯化妙自然
各佛性代天大事辦
皆多沾天恩光榮寬
因如此母心尚平坦
更尚顯一般好徒賢
中流才選拔漸漸顯
齊攜手大任共分擔
方能有事體整齊現
母之心尚望多悟參
為眾生終日費計算
並不分晝夜之時間
似各方頭緒尚有亂
如清整豈不費心田
莫愚頑驕態空自陷
埋頭修可蒙天眷憐
總須曉前後大清算
並不問過去怎威嚴
並不問外表與臉面
並不問開荒多與罕
並不問渡人多或少
並不問成績如何寬
理與情並須有分辨
公與私判爾一念間
明與暗處處皆考驗
正與偏絲毫不容寬
事臨頭中心無主見
也恐怕前功一旦完
升與降提起心膽戰
實可怕末後這一關
總須要秉誠上天感
靜心地懺悔莫自瞞
除貪心妄想莫自亂
主忠信有恒志抱堅
無人我大公同前辦
無阻隔障碍不繞纏
能自治工夫永煆煉
或可免臨時無指南
若此時尚自不打點
任性為總須自墜淵
到那時一旦苦穽陷
必然是後悔也晚焉
空叫天滿口把地喚
也難以再能將身翻
自懊悔連累玄祖墜
自捶胸跺足在陰山
看此時便知關非淺
豈能不早早主意堅
好光景原來空有限
當愛惜趁時早加鞭
負重任毅力精神幹
承乎上啟化眾後賢
體天心瞭解時運變
體母意分勞盡當然
守本份安命忍耐辦
如許可且莫再延躭
辦一時便要歸隱去
順天時人力豈能遷
這關頭一場變化險
多注意且休少輕觀
母為徒費盡諸肝膽
能不負便是好徒賢
慰此憂盡心順此辦
作成績更屬大魁元
遇此期白陽自明顯
鑼鼓畢大戲方唱完
方曉得各自本來面
天地事另有這一番
到那時事態便不亂
道風行重現堯舜年
拍着手快樂自無限
苦即盡萬八享美甜
母所垂心情盡難判
在弟子以此作悟參
有一語悟透而遵辦
貫始終便可成佛仙
母不批言此便止管
多審慎識時活潑前

辭 駕別徒無極返 退法壇駕雲遊青山 退

民國三十八年歲次己丑年 三月十三日　天然古佛垂訓

末後辦收圓 肝腸使碎 幾番書訊幾番淚 奈何執迷 何在南柯睡 嘆流光如水 去不回 思前想後 能不憔悴 有幾真將慈心會 奮發有為 作一個出類拔萃 心堅志不灰 實心為

吾乃 天然爾師 奉 命 降至壇內 參拜 天駕 賢契相會 手執機管 再為訓垂 咳

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民國三十八年歲次己丑年 三月十五日　天然古佛 垂訓

氣運方更 天時又緊 觀風頭不禁消魂 察人事尚多未慎 又關心弟子庸愚 昧卻標準 古寺鳴鐘連響 驚人太甚 你看清前途如何 早振作負起責任 須曉得恆誠堅牢 意志安穩

吾 天然古佛 弓長師尊 奉 敕旨 法壇降臨 參叩 帝駕 欣逢良辰 春季大典 萬象更新 師又感動 不盡情分 特借玉管 轉示諸真 先宜平氣 細聆所云 咳

為師提鸞 萬種情肝 蒙恩典 今遇良緣 春季共慶 神人榮幸 至誠所求 明暗雙併 無盡情懷 悲從中來 憶及過去 瞻其未來 末後大事 天時即至 豈易推究 混亂未治 道運變更 豈與昔同 普渡最後 更勿看輕 無皇慈淚 終日憔悴 但少孝賢 親心安慰 種種離愁 思之心憂 亂雲相擾 春色如秋 流水逝去 佳期當惜 幾度良辰 錯之難遇 細自捫心 考究天人 勿再忽略 自墜自沉 時光已晚 豈容再緩 堪堪大劫 何等凶險 混雜事態 治亂興衰 是非成敗 勿自昧理 早展凌雲 大志早伸 耿耿不變 希聖希神 體天慈恩 拯彼世人 同胞返本 道運更新 同氣連理 原為一體 悲喜相關 責任負起 天時參究 爭須追求 目標堅穩 好渡末秋 發奮有為 作一英魁 精神加倍 玄祖增輝 順時察數 正道闡布 皆非小可 終有緣故 負任非輕 焉可懈松 常自檢點 慎於言行 以身立教 無為之道 推心置腹 至誠微妙 感天無偽 始終懺悔 充實集中 英華為美 和而不流 從容自由 雖無執著 也無輕浮 嚴於律已 工夫深體 忠以待人 極深研幾 養心寡慾 心相掃去 少有障礙 光明遮蔽 尋本追末 前進推測 妙會於心 勿可輕破 時轉景移 處處問題 既負責任 莫可執迷 風雨不斷 忽明忽暗 事出有因 細作推算 今番非小 自宜檢討 注意實行 注意尋找 盤根勿差 拿定柄把 循規蹈矩 真實無假 志向有恆 貫澈始終 雖遇艱難 半途無停 態度鎮靜 心平意定 尋清線索 入手糾正 天意勿違 時作追究 勿存推諉 責任栽培 事情萬變 豈易預判 在汝識機 領會而辦 此時正在 緩急慢快 達變通權 方無阻礙 前途如何 海水起波 法舟穩駕 同力琢磨 勿畏風塵 朝夕幸勤 苦為根本 方建功動 惜時量力 互振精氣 理頭實修 自強不息 關係非常 切勿渺茫 自家玄祖 兩肩擔當 一升一墜 能不自愧 戰戰兢兢 豈敢稍退 光景無多 早作定奪 失機違時 自恨奈何 流光如水 當知懺悔 夙夜匪懈 焚膏繼晷 正已為要 成人設教 盡心無他 功行恩報 荏苒歲月 休自怠懈 天德宏施 心當感謝 要緊關頭 當長智謀 愈遇魔考 愈宜實修 有恆無改 英雄本色 苦此一時 快樂萬載 並無多久 天轉樞紐 末後奇觀 心寒神抖 天昏地暗 昏濁一片 自家光明 早作主見 方針早拿 次序安插 此場大事 奇才選拔 真心實辦 終成模範 天淵兩途 慎於一念 計劃未來 參悟明白 順天合人 自無禍災 陰睛相替 難悟其意 守份待機 忍耐此際 代天宣化 慈航共駕 助此末著 責任甚大 當知妙玄 事事皆含 微乎其微 皆莫容寬 膽前顧後 留心左右 不可大意 失之難救 判別是非 失勿心虧 爭長競短 不必有為 審時度勢 惜此時日 整理身心 清楚為是 不可自驕 意氣愩高 稍存此意 結果自糟 留神天律 昭章仔細 升降森嚴 焉得不懼 既修既辦 負責完善 求其圓滿 方了誓願 體天慈悲 原人挽回 體師所望 道立德培 此際非往 收圓任廣 幸爾師母 應運盤掌 繼往開來 宏道奇才 奔波操勞 不盡心懷 但為諸徒 何懼路途 不辭諸苦 整理良圖 既為弟子 此心當體 心勿可憂 分憂振起 打點前進 守其本份 休再遲疑 更宜發奮 天機難測 時宜斟酌 找出頭緒 定出規模 豈分前後 同力拯救 挽波狂瀾 一母骨肉 盡則報恩 略慰親心 心安意穩 始終不分 趁時打點 今尚未晚 如有遲疑 自誤非淺 師言一番 內情當參 休負慈念 力行為先 助理爾母 大事安扶 光榮日後 揚眉吐氣 道明天下 德風寬大 寰宇同欽 萬國擁駕 真人一出 定分明途 白陽榮慶 神凡自如 當在今際 速作劃計 根本立穩 同作大器 體師訓章 作一賢良 千言萬語 皆為徒郎 苦口良藥 當先知道 體悟遵從 效驗方妙 言此止機 余不再批 萬種良語 難以盡提 在徒不負 牢牢記住 次序不差 日新進步 師便退壇 辭 返天 勿負良機 體悟一番 別過賢契 退出壇地 駕起祥雲 游遨大氣 退

民國三十八年歲次已丑年 三月十六日　月慧菩薩 慈訓

苦口已說盡 慈腸已用破 奈何愚凝尚不明 昧昧昧 用盡千方 使盡百計 何不領會 良辰堪可貴 趁時速準備 反省內問方自知 愧愧愧 懺悔過去 打點未來 精神加倍

吾 月慧爾師母 奉 命 離卻紫微 降法壇 與徒相會 參 駕 再提機筆 說一說 肝腸腑肺 咳

提起機沙盤轉示告叮嚀 對賢契再說說無量心情 心中語實無盡徒各細領 能體貼母惦念聽話去行 只憂慮這一般愚昧徒眾 他雖然修數年真理不明 尚昏昧常自迷南柯未醒 未聽見古寺裡連聲晨鐘 到五更天已亮仍在春夢 雖登岸比俗人有何不同 且莫說爾修道便算榮幸 要真能實地修莫掛虛名 想起來你一般修道徒等 真也是蒙天時多大光榮 身生在中華地三期光景 有善因與祖德真道相逢 遇明師得指點豁然見性 這四難成四易真算不輕 並且說數年內屢經變動 也為道受盡了若干犧牲 在其中明道貴真是猛男 立下了好多願助道行功 又費盡千般苦到處奔動 也受盡諸折磨戴月披星 為修道別離了父母家景 為修道拋下了妻子愛情 為修道也不講人情世景 為修道也受盡譭謗批評 為修道經考魔心志耿耿 為修道遭橫逆宗旨不更 這當然都因為看清道重 若不以道為貴那如此情 作下了諸表白後學率領 開此花闡些道成績可稱 身負著重大任愈當慎重 到這時便要爾真有準繩 修道者能如此實在堪重 這一般不能說不是賢英 在過去母之心雖覺高興 但慮及只這樣難貫始終 一想到三場考連環相共 既修道便不易逃脫而行 各弟子不曉得日後變動 母慈心便因此奔波不停 在各方對賢徒留下考證 但叮嚀遇大考線索勿松 種前因終希望結果繁幸 果其然天降考一場波風 爾師尊一殯天混亂變動 各弟子問一問誰有準繩 該這樣才跟上天盤注定 在彼時大多數迷糊不分 其原因要知道不是僥倖 爾修道立基礎並不堅恆 只注意多推闡成全諸眾 務於外循於末內修不豐 心地上有遮蔽檢察不淨 目標上有貪妄並未澄清 逢這場便顯出深淺邪正 天定數好整理玉石愚明 至結果方分出賢愚不等 追表面務假相偏於人情 真覺悟再進修作為把柄 母恐怕能這樣數如晨星 爾師尊雖運滿大事未定 既有始那可以便無完終 普渡運也轉入收圓路徑 方應到末一著大起變更 母為徒此苦心雖已用盡 在其時實不忍觀之不應 弟子們變化的情形種種 若再不加指點怎見光明 天慈憫早注定這番天命 母不忍再耽誤這般迷濛 故所以忍諸苦擺卻情景 特為那眾弟子重費慈胸 爾過去所積累痺氣毛病 爾過去為辦道所擔過情 也只有遵母囑懺悔乾淨 天特赦大清算了卻前情 有此番大懺悔尚見略整 要明曉愈成全考愈加攻 佛與魔相對待彼此相競 母還要再囑告以後事情 實因為求澈底並非輕動 母掛懷各處事親去整清 然因那末後事更難固定 愈整理愈現出好多不寧 找頭緒順次序時刻注重 一時刻稍大意透進魔風 至如今理與情兩途分判 佛與魔但看爾如何用功 不受難不受苦道基難定 須當知道一尺一丈魔風 爾若無真把柄主見耿耿 真可怕臨考至盡棄前功 這本是一錘鑼一錘音定 萬般事皆備好只此一冬 修數載只有此最後考證 這剎那要疏忽豈不傷情 母對徒那一個不費苦痛 真勝過親骨肉那個不疼 關係大皆是爾自家性命 並尚且連累了後學無窮 一人進萬人福可蒙榮幸 一人愚萬人墜同落苦坑 並尚有九玄祖關係相共 一念差驚與喜便是降升 提起此真為徒心懸不定 真恐怕到其時一差百傾 母無他也只有預作提惺 在個人從根本身心整清 對上天當拿出良心天性 對天道當拿出赤心忠誠 一念起不容其理欲相並 一念間興與衰檢點不松 一行事慎結果毫不輕動 真要有三省身懺悔不停 一發現失檢點馬上改正 真咬牙並切齒不自寬容 貪妄念一絲毫打掃乾淨 對待心皆除去一秉大公 不自是不自滿忠言互諍 無自是無自執打通前程 各用心合一體力量相共 同為道再辨辦末後一程 存戒慎但恐怕後學錯領 此責任常反省莫敢或松 遵母言體母意目標永定 此一時多忍耐待後光明 即便是遇挫折愈振奮勇 經百煉受千錘愈粹愈精 好準備至最後大事助整 時機至真祖現共駕金公 應三佛齊收圓三曹清定 便分出聖與賢依果定功 這情形在此時早作慎重 還須有一關頭過去方明 時不久恐便要一齊起哄 亂盤根便應那最後一程 線已接要小心風吹雨緊 若再斷問問爾再接否成 考既至群魔起內外交並 豈尚有私與偏一點心情 斯數月穩而顯尚可前整 天綱開下半載便無寬容 又發現龍虎鬥雙蛇相競 修道人當受辱一埸苦情 再忍過這一時榮幸普渡 苦既盡甜方來終有其冬 這天時日急緊切莫懵懂 稍若是一鬆手再追不行 各弟子莫辜負天恩尚有 若不然考早降苦了眾生 恩莫大既後推終是惶恐 早或晚免不了這麼一程 言在先對弟子交代甚整 到那時不遵守自誤自傾 莫再怨天不慈師心不憫 莫再怨母對待未盡心情 這一番肝腑語前後細省 也當要已找出相當準繩 母只有展兩目觀爾前進 希望心全寄托賢契實行 母重任若沒有奇才助整 也不易皆辦行圓滿貫通 師與徒成一致母子天性 求天憫早熬過這個殘冬 言至此母不再往下多叮 但望徒真體念慰母心靈 便止筆辭 駕返回理境 別弟子再相見退壇登雲 退

Session 9 — 民國三十八年歲次已丑年 三月十六日

三天主考 批訓

世事順逆成敗 今古治亂興衰 多少英雄被迷埋 只有青塚仍在 識透早出苦海 認清切莫賣乖 該學呆處便學呆 此身樂得安泰

吾乃 主考先生 茂田到來 奉領 旨 離卻天台 駕參拜 再把話排 春典已過 良辰難來 美景當惜 速 作培栽 今日握筆 聽吾道來 哈哈

天氣陰晴正難判 暴雨起 狂風現 誰知剎那變黑暗 此紅塵 多討厭 苦辣酸辛全嘗遍 皆忍耐 往下嚥 百載光榮樂有限 少壯老 線未斷 傀儡尚可戲法變 無常至 只一旦 便要伸腿把氣斷 多苦惱 前攪亂 只有百年之大限 生與死 大關鍵 那個曾肯早明辨 此色身 終須爛 酒囊飯袋何可羨 再觀察 此八面 到處劫煞皆普遍 生此世 遇災難 天災人禍兩混亂 萬民苦 遭塗炭 刀兵水火不可判 戰雲起 烽火現 結果妻離子也散 東西逃 南北竄 何是安靜之宅院 並尚有 饑饉難 衣食問題一大片 遭危險 遇狂瀾 苦海本來無邊沿 須當知 此劫亂 皆是定數應運現 惡孽廣 少良善 造成大罪天地漫 觸天怒 釀劫難 報應昭彰豈有變 收不良 除奸漢 留下善信逢金線 天恩典 德無限 特設法舟四海闡 各處裡 皆遊遍 但找原人早登岸 應此運 真宗現 亙古秘寶莫輕看 根基深 德性善 祖上餘蔭蒙天鑒 萍水逢 遇良旦 方得指開真頭面 此一點 細悟辨 自古並未普渡闡 既求得 早修煉 得本求末先後看 始與終 兩相貫 入手了手不間斷 當須知 志向現 拿出天良方英漢 修真理 黃昏暗 虛虛實實必分辨 考其古 作證驗 隨時留心智慧賢 此一時 收圓辦 末後一著大可讚 神佛助 齊出現 倒裝降世原人勸 各打點 功德建 因只天時太有限 諸兄弟 皆當辦 各執夙根甚可讚 本不淺 莫小看 及時努力前去辦 修數載 有經驗 常常對證互追判 兄與弟 成一片 推心置腹誠相貫 助末著 盡心現 只報天恩了已願 實因為 蒙慈鑒 殺身難報本無限 性命救 達佛院 此時實修早功建 九玄祖 正在盼 望穿秋水為那段 當體察 作計算 把握時機定規憲 效先賢 時考驗 一言出口說須辦 重躬行 重實踐 虛情假意終自陷 悟明白 此關鍵 上天用意明中暗 風急緩 浪快慢 留意拋錨與拉牽 合其手 向前辦 法舟穩穩渡波瀾 苦心費 基業建 一勞永逸終實現 在此時 多實驗 不可忽略這轉變 升與降 在一念 切要兢兢而戰戰 如履冰 臨深澗 稍有失意便溺陷 免後悔 早打算 鼓起精神幹一幹 發起奮 志向貫 萬勿頹廢與怠慢 二六時 檢點驗 此心不容常遲慢 收放心 住靜院 寡慾涵蓋有煆煉 正於已 把人勸 以身作則是模範 真奇才 經歷善 結果自然目標貫 天暗選 此關鍵 真修實辦定可讚 苦為本 勞為現 合心共志理頭幹 多搭幫 盡心闡 塵勞勿染早看淡 恩與愛 莫再戀 必須決心一刀斷 心無二 一氣貫 若有遲疑怕自陷 慎腳步 前途踐 莫入崎嶇走黑暗 德業穩 有主見 任何魔考志不變 多少心 受拐騙 引誘種種休慕羨 心不動 意不亂 方為表白對天現 若失慎 魔障現 苦頭自然永無限 體疏忽 仔細看 不久萬象皆要變 大考臨 再斷線 問爾是否有定見 找頭緒 投四面 恐怕不易太方便 至其時 陰而暗 盤根要緊莫自亂 不鬆手 常相貫 或者可以不會斷 那光景 正考驗 天理人情兩方面 分不清 便難堪 自找煩惱自考驗 熱鬧多 戲法變 一埸一埸真鮮艷 令人喜 令人讚 五花八門成一片 左道起 旁門現 異端百出大擾亂 真與偽 混難辨 各逞其能作顯驗 應天運 憑權限 應有這番拔英漢 真英流 有主見 自可投明而棄暗 得正路 蒙舉薦 天職大任負起辦 重整頓 雲城現 皆入北趙與南燕 蒙拔選 非小件 三六四八定清算 聖與賢 留模範 按功定果齊分判 大團圓 龍華筵 方為三曹大對案 老祖出 萬事善 一呼百諾毫不亂 定大局 安八面 九洲朝拱誠心獻 收圓了 任完善 方為一埸真經驗 道成天 共賀贊 名垂不朽傳世面 成師表 後世范 馨香延綿永無斷 那時節 樂無限 兄弟拍手前後串 任遊玩 任觀看 永居理域極樂院 好結果 在今建 種下好因趁良旦 咱兄弟 無分判 休論你我有隔斷 在此時 量力貫 常體天心與師念 母慈憫 親教勸 當知所為那一段 心使碎 肝腸斷 苦口費盡當明辨 不辜負 遵命辦 分憂盡心莫遲慢 時光速 去如箭 急緊日甚當計算 諸氣仙 心膽戰 擠破頭皮想登岸 實因為 大變換 皆懼天鼓鳴一旦 盤根定 事情斷 再欲求點不容見 白陽冊 未登簽 末後大劫也遭難 難返本 苦何限 所以此時急上岸 諸弟兄 當細算 仙佛絕不把人騙 速清理 無拖欠 一團勇氣速前幹 體此語 作考驗 便知真情心一片 今不批 余不判 辭叩 駕退壇院 別兄弟 咱再見 勿忘兄心所掛念 哈哈 退

Session 10 — 民國三十八年歲次已丑年 三月十八日

月慧菩薩 慈訓

光陰實在快 佳期不等待
緊催促這群傻徒弟
要自愛休再固執不開
休再癡迷閉塞
要知曉不久大考來
何等利害
慈心為此 已經急壞
為什麼把苦口良言
多拋在九霄以外
否明白
這場事兒好像龜兔競賽
莫逞你機伶古怪
眼快腿快
不要自驕自傲
要真能忍辱負重自強不怠
苦盡甜來 方算最後自在

吾乃 月慧菩薩 師母駕來 奉 天命 離卻瑤台 徒等當靜 細聽明白 藉機提筆 以暢 心懷 咳咳！

竹提筆訓示良言 再說說心腑腸肝 無非是天時將變 有弟子尚未細參 大地上東西混亂 大劫運何處平安 遭顛沛流離失散 眾生苦實在可憐 存婆心為渡末後 蒙天恩大任身擔 駕法舟原人並挽 救劫運安慰善男 已費盡苦口廣勸 奈何那迷輩未參 雖登舟為數無限 墜劫內更是若干 求道者更費慈念 不明理豈不枉然 道寶貴仍須修煉 願不了怎把鄉還 又須要慈心一片 只盼望明理向前 此三期得道甚易 初步修本也不難 真階梯步步高遠 愈前修愈不平凡 有表白行下功善 便提拔負任點傳 或開荒四方道闡 尚只憑一片誠虔 漸推廣成績甚展 各後學也成若干 在此時雖有經驗 還恐其真志未堅 天選拔奇才英漢 必須爾多受艱難 在中途經此魔煉 方可說作一標桿 才領會愈修愈險 任愈重心愈不閒 所領導後學一片 全在爾一正一偏 道運變豈由人算 順逆中要爾指南 至如今前後三場 憶此時好不慘然 真可說墜落甚廣 真落住已稀已罕 到如今天命已轉 師母吾特蒙恩寬 有天命豈可違背 一方面顧慮徒賢 師不忍袖手觀看 遭天考自悟自參 爾師歸一場大亂 母憔心朝夕不安 天命至應該如此 各弟子方分愚賢 有多少認理不定 有多少慌惚不安 有多少人情迷戀 有多少真偽相摻 真能夠眼光清楚 實可說晨星一般 若不是母再苦勸 特慈憐金線接連 真恐怕早入黑暗 崎嶇路牛角死鑽 有一些回心轉意 天大赦懺悔注盤 方落得頭緒不亂 各蒙恩追隨不偏 母未曾心下平坦 各方事情形甚繁 雖已經懺悔進步 還恐其未曾乾淨 如若爾種子不淨 須曉得惹禍根源 修道人混亂一片 異面目各有指南 如若是團結不貫 也不可真保平安 母掛念各方事體 故均要親自成全 又因為末後難辦 這一場更非從前 眾當知天時日緊 氣天仙著急上船 母不能耽誤仙分 為此事到處奔顛 足認明氣數已轉 最末後一場大關 告一聲弟子當曉 決不易便過殘年 現時下雖未現顯 時不久難免風翻 天雖慈向後推展 也恐其不能多廷 風波來南北不定 找風向好定指南 這小魔絕不撒手 不攪亂何處平安 引來了魔兵魔將 只張口要把人餐 不問你好言相勸 不問你客氣尊嚴 不問你有何主見 不問爾理由若干 兩條路要爾來檢 真恐其多受套圈 他使盡方法考驗 你萬能那可逃鑽 說起來心中膽戰 為弟子好不可憐 並連帶層層考驗 天設計裡外連環 並引動左旁四展 皆要來大辦收圓 至那場真是混亂 修道人各個難堪 真可說萬路皆斷 只有那一線明穿 雖可求上天恩典 還在爾自己功圓 母只是早作警勸 說與徒預備完全 只要你良心一片 早拿出真誠對天 勿自欺披肝瀝膽 不自恕意念謹嚴 真宗旨把握不變 循正規奔走勿閒 盡責任作起模範 好引導後學向前 低心氣忠言採納 任何事不可輕觀 自心中更當明辨 理與情不容混摻 咬牙關人情斬斷 真實修能有幾年 身心清情慾早斬 有牽掛怎可滿圓 力集中精神勿散 為天道勇往直前 盡爾心後學講勸 勿誤其前途佛緣 為表率時存戒慎 切注意升墜之間 爾玄祖盼望無限 但恐爾意念不堅 從根本真實煆煉 基礎立本自牢堅 推仁德蒼生普潤 末後至同駕慈船 遇大考真誠格感 天人貫化危為安 果如此浩然充滿 諸邪魔怎敢近前 此效果切去體驗 真躬行自能明全 母為徒慈心一片 肺腑話句句實言 倘若再執迷不悟 怎能免身墜劫淵 性命事豈可輕看 一不慎累及祖玄 且應當早作打點 自勉勵打馬加鞭 好時光並無久遠 惺南柯勿再遲廷 莫兒戲鄭重前辦 時體察天設機關 人事上力量有限 多求懇皇恩寬 默默中常有拔轉 或可望諸事安然 盡人事處處謹慎 老皇天無不慈憐 分與合關係非淺 人心盡方可合天 在目下好好整理 囑後學各志抱堅 切勿懼任何考驗 忍勞苦耐過此番 風息時天晴雲散 師與徒一苦永甜 方稱為責任盡到 洪願了果滿功圓 大清算賞罰分判 方不枉苦修數年 母心意徒各體悟 勿辜負五次三番 言此處收回金管 心腹意難以盡言 辭 駕別徒回返 駕祥雲退出佛軒 退

Session 11 — 民國三十八年歲次已丑年 三月十八日

張法律主 批訓

桃園聚英魁 義氣增輝
蛇矛丈八抖神威
當場吶喊一聲吼
驚退曹賊
至今美名垂 有口皆碑
三期助道立法規
森嚴無私皆 敬畏
慎勿有虧

吾 法律主桓侯 張飛 奉 命 離紫微 進壇參 再作批垂 賢士近佳 聽吾發揮

俺老張奉旨迅步離天曹
跨鳥騅降壇提筆訓語描
提起了三期末後劫運浩
睜開眼靜觀各處皆奔逃
戰雲布水火旱澇一齊到
並還有瘟疫蝗蟲與兵刀
這劫運全由不良惡孽造
天震怒方降八一遍東郊
這一群流氓強梁太可惱
昧天良傷天害理胡亂糟
盡皆是奸巧詭詐亂世道
背倫常泯滅道德違天條
更兼那歐風美雨漸倡導
學自由狐群狗黨講時髦
將天地釀成戾氣煙雲擾
已成為烏煙瘴氣一團糟
罪彌天山高海深豈可了
天至公佛法森嚴必不饒
劫佈滿收殺淨盡才算好
這一場天定刷洗太汰淘
也一般善信良賢也不少
天慈憫特設明燈入天橋
是有緣回首登岸求大道
真明師應時應運辦末著
能改過日新自有悟妙道
便可以脫此末劫災難逃
得指點向前進修把願了
要注意謹守佛規合天條
我老張末後收圓手段巧
天命在掌權法律助末著
凡修道層層進步須知曉
尊真理稍有失差便不饒
合規矩遵循進修漸入妙
真實意始終如一無動搖
要體察一言一行仔細到
既修道當與俗人作榜標
再說說一般修道為領導
責任重豈可輕易不堅牢
為表率那容言行失軌道
爾身心一動一靜關係高
一念間天理人情要分曉
謬千里原因只在差分毫
切慎重臨淵履薄勿恍渺
如疏忽留神造過違天條
俺老張專為監視不周到
修道者其中難免有不肖
虛情面樣樣應付兩皆好
並不管暗有天理易鑒瞧
或者是陽奉陰違作鬼巧
或者是知而不行甚執著
或者是讒諂面諛耍外表
或者是欺人欺已亂推敲
或者是自逞其才而自傲
或者是自大自縱而愩高
或者是立下大願不前了
或者是半途而廢昧目標
更還有欺師滅祖前人藐
更還有貪心妄想胡亂糟
更還有妄造天機誤賢孝
更還有詈師駕天孽焰高
這一群虛修假辦趁熱鬧
慢慢的俺有威嚴讓你瞧
天已定雲雷鼓響便發炮
俺便要大耍丈八長蛇矛
絕不容濫竽充數再胡攪
更不容欺是弄非把道搖
必用出千方百計皆除掉
法無情必定一個不輕饒
要注意愈修愈難愈苦惱
在不久天羅地網誰能逃
修道者便要同受這埸考
俺那時顯出威風神鬼嚎
考既起左旁邪門齊來擾
你道高他要比你更高超
那時節任從群魔來混攪
要分判真假虛實大目標
爾如果冤欠債賬未清了
決難以免得群魔把命饒
俺老張雖有伏魔之法寶
也不能不容冤欠債賬討
爾那時功欠德薄真悔惱
俺老張無法幫助只得瞧
還不如聽我良言說明曉
在此時及早建起大功勞
趁天時尚有許多機會巧
早打點追求進行抬起腳
前途路光明磊落任你跑
要小心有否陷阱與鉤矛
且慎重仔細小心為至要
勸觀察天時動靜取目標
現時下各方整理入軌道
全在那前後上下團結牢
成一體力量集中自不小
辦大事精神振作向前瞧
道須要低心下氣先賢效
學時習處處皆宜把心操
修其身正心誠意為當要
本不清末流一定也混淆
從入手不差不錯步驟找
有次序漸漸前進達目標
正於已成人方能收速效
盡其心直言無隱對後學
費苦口大公無私勸指教
存婆心循循善誘建功勞
如琢磨如切如磋作檢討
和氣貫無人無我無低高
體天心無偏無倚心相掃
和人情更要處世不執著
誠於心打成一片天恩報
有表白終久感動天慈昭
功既立日後定可大榮耀
超玄祖齊蒙光輝達瓊瑤
收圓事應運三佛辦完好
同團圓達本歸根返理霄
龍華會三天共慶樂浩浩
飲瓊漿共赴盛筵食蟠桃
真人出一聲號令萬佛到
道普及萬國尊親中華朝
在那時方算無上大喜笑
還在爾趁此良言立功勞
所盼望身體力行莫虛渺
言行顧乃可立身作英豪
莫暴棄發奮猛勇前途跑
遵良言用心體會為賢僚
要明曉天機變動甚微妙
時不久一線明朗徹雲霄
應靜悟隨時參解領會好
行事善方能定出大目標
萬不可既知而後作空渺
基于于時惹罪過違法條
皆知曉俺張生來性情暴
若如此須知責罰不容饒
切謹慎不是俺張失語調
如違犯當有手段教爾瞧
勿兒戲此言切須謹守好
真遵行俺張助爾立功勞
辦大事盡責皆是為爾好
天人合神人同體方堅牢
細推究一篇大意作參考
也亦非俺張空來發牢騷
說真情講的皆是忠實調
俺不會曲曲彎彎花樣高
直心人當然直言作勸導
望賢士也要一直向前學
今不批所有這話不盡表
辭 駕跨上鳥騅登雲霄 哈哈

民國三十八年歲次已丑年 三月二十一日　南屏道濟 垂訓

湖畔醉臥 清風陣陣過
觀水流 情隨長江遠
夢繞三峽壑
擊鼓鍾 連聲喚起黃粱客
生無百年 佳景容易過
少憂愁 莫迷惑
養性情慾斷 修真障礙破
任逍遙 始悟其中陶然樂

吾 南屏爾師 道濟活佛 奉 諭 到娑婆 參 聖駕 提筆再說 賢契宜靜 細聽妙多 哈哈

天清朗日光輝和風習習
趁良辰好美景西湖駕離
正遨遊仰俯視觀天察地
忽不由動心情一陣傷淒
好機緣甚稀少不是輕過
修道者能不能趁時勤習
思一般眾弟子尚多未悉
既遇緣倘忽錯悔之不及
爾修道是否已真明天理
不明理豈不是容遇此期
此末後大收圓並非輕易
師想起真難免愁痛悲啼
天之命數之定轉變難悉
運至此更十分緊張焦急
普渡過至末著收圓之始
師雖然運已滿暗助更移
明掌盤暗掌教天人同體
這番事實多蒙天恩無極
雖經過大混亂千頭萬緒
尚多賴爾師母萬般操持
運注定繼重任苦口普濟
若不然這變化早已分歧
經過了諸層次入手整理
至現今已可稱眉目清晰
皆爾母親奔波著手仔細
每一方每一人慢慢拔提
心不忍再袖手耽誤大事
師所有之寄望便在此期
各弟子也可稱稍有成績
在過去均為道受過苦屈
天必然不辜負引爾就緒
接金線跟上盤再定根基
應審察爾過去功過兩記
好拿出對以後真正樞機
要領會天既定場場考據
均無非煆煉爾本性不迷
能覺察細清整掃非守是
過則改無加勉便稱英奇
從容容修一場尚甚安穩
那料想到如今已非舊題
這一盤不久當一場刷洗
天數定聖與賢從此選齊
雖已然經懺悔知所勉勵
豈能免尚有那愚癡昏迷
願雖立不實踐不作實體
任雖負然尚有應付偽虛
雖稱為前進步時有停息
雖名為作前人修已未及
諸後學雖成全始終未繼
辦事上尚難免過與不及
並尚有愈習染毛病癒起
並尚有愈前修愈作輕戲
這種種之情況到處皆懼
真中假假中真混亂未離
因此故實難免一場考取
天因德愈考驗愈有進級
時無多天雷響一聲震起
天為鼎地為爐神驚鬼奇
如切磋如琢磨必須陶冶
方可以性圓融留清去泥
經過此能選出奇才大器
無絲毫之缺欠方證菩提
爾自高要能夠低心下氣
自是者也須要向人學習
太放縱須轉為嚴肅周密
太疏忽須轉為精微察機
自暴棄必須要振奮勉勵
自驕傲必須要溫和謙虛
太急緊也要能按步就緒
太拘謹也要能活潑制宜
化愚迷為智慧剛柔相濟
化懦弱為堅強破障去迷
增火候加經驗豐爾閱歷
能忍受能容納無所不及
這全是天恩宏對諸賢契
不經考怎達到圓滿之基
須領會躬踐行還在自己
如辜負天所慈仍自失機
細明辨該找出是非之理
頭腦清不含混認識明悉
在這時拿定了堅決主意
或可以不致於半途再迷
臨其時考雖降毫不恐懼
主張穩到何情並不稍移
還須有真功德作為後繼
真行下大表白天必慈及
設若是真如此埋首不息
心清明也不可妄論妄批
有實修之功夫作為天意
未來事層層變內有定棋
一推動一因果一種變易
能拿出妙方法應付事宜
更應有真智慧涵養而起
動察人靜體天皆含妙局
諸事務一方面先盡人事
有所難有所阻至誠共集
再求天多慈悲化非為是
大為小寬為窄拔動玄機
人事上並不能恃賴依據
真盡人方合天兩相適宜
竭其才展其志再接再厲
大基礎真建設便為此期
奮精神運奇謀爭一口氣
師與徒成一片大事整齊
莫因為小波動便失宗旨
能推展切莫停辦上一期
過今載便須知成道非易
天數斷一旦間大考便起
當曉得神人鬼三曹皆懼
諸佛聖皆須要經過此局
大功德小果位白陽重記
按其情作裁判毫無疏失
真分出聖與賢末後共聚
三千六四萬八方得拔齊
師負命運轉化搭幫末劇
老變小大變小出入甚奇
那時節真考定三乘玄理
聖佛仙各班次更皆整齊
有天命一聲詔真祖出世
賀三陽會三元三佛驚奇
時不久便要爾親眼觀劇
唱者唱看者看皆非輕題
在此時先囑徒加以備預
總言之不離那主宰堅持
心與意真能以誠正穩密
實行上絲與毫不有疏離
膽要大心要小觀察情理
知進退知彼此臨運順機
上與下相連掛前後同體
集眾思廣眾意共究正題
辦一著了已願體行無息
報天恩與祖德師心合宜
更不負爾師母種種顧慮
爾個人也可望功證菩提
並超拔九玄祖同升理域
爾後學仰其德香煙不離
始與終成一貫方有完息
這大事辦美滿乃定大局
師與徒便到那揚眉吐氣
共高歌齊攜手融融熙熙
聚前飲龍筵萬八安息
那時侯何等樂何可言提
師無他只盼望注重今際
遵師訓體師意定可結局
言至此前與後囑徒細體
余不判別辭 退壇收機 退

民國三十八年歲次已丑年 三月二十二日　三天主考 批訓

茂田愛說笑話
有一群盲人騎著瞎馬
碰著了一群聾子亂打差
又有一群啞叭
手比腳畫
他們想起一個大計劃
內容還很複雜
這樣子恐太不像話
便聘了一位傻瓜
給想個辦法
那知他漓漓拉拉
所答非所問 所問非所答
正在這個剎那
走來了一個拐子
開口便要亂罵
這回事算個啥
何必招招架架
不用前怕後怕
左掛右掛
只要心大 量大 擔子大
還有什麼煩與麻
算了罷 不必多費話
俺因為也是個呆娃
很同情與他便前去勸架
不必強拉
不要詭計狡滑
你欺我詐
莫學那老落在豬身上
只看人家
未看看自家
聽俺話給你們一個好辦法
哈哈啥辦法尚未給回答
無皇一道敕旨下
究其實 俺還不知該說個什麼話 哈哈

我是那 呆父先生 茂田小傻 奉 命降壇下 恭叩 老娘 問賢弟今晨好吧 精神甚佳 來談談心事話 可替俺設個辦法 好去向人家 有所回答 這本來不算啥 無非其中信用大 意味如此 慢慢向下吧 向後睢吧 少敘閒話 還要講真情實話 轉過機管 再推盤中沙 什麼趣味 向下慢慢 哈哈

紅日東昇萬道光霞
燦爛射遍天涯
照在那依山傍水清閒人家
四周圍著籬笆
前面種桑 後面栽麻
小橋流水放游鴨
金雞報曉人兒精神加
或去拾薪 或去採茶自是清靜無亂雜
趁閒散游出山坡下
雲壑仰望天邊霞俯視流浪漫推沙
或作高歌對澗韻 或詠霓裳彈琵琶
會著知心友 清心寡慾互作吹吹拉拉
將世間將世間閒情一概丟下
天氣陰晴不必管他
風雲變化治亂交差
不必再問他
一任他白虎斬青兔 金龍戰雙蛇
一任他江流日不轉 興衰亂亂如麻
養我本善 通我造化
不妨歸來茅屋下
日影對窗紗
再將那古經舊典翻開他
對面古人談談心思話
對證書味自增加
消閒飲清酒 無慾且斟茶
或將象棋下 或將寶劍拿
流蕩自如 瀟瀟灑灑
萬事等如朝露 世情還如流霞
一身無染復何憂 體到天地妙化
可觀那青林綠蔭萬獸掙扎
可覷那蜂狂蝶舞來往穿花
再聽那鳴聲上下美 鳥群音相雜
燕飛來往在屋簷下
與你看著此故家
仰視飛鴻雁成行
書信篇篇 寄與天下同情知音
何妨早返家
勿羨那貴為王侯 富而榮華
勿慕那高車駟馬 享受美佳
但笑癡愚終日忙 無非是衣食增加
既能饑餐淡飯 也能渴飲清茶
無榮無辱 無牽掛
還有什麼奔波與煩麻
推卻那名韁利綱 愛鎖情枷
無所貪求 隨緣化
活潑時悟妙法華
收來此心住在腔子裡
降服了心猿 馴養了意馬
內無營營亂 外無擾擾雜
安分守己參道妙 悟佛法
盡把精氣涵養下
不可妄用他
光陰且當惜 勿任流水漂落花
通澈一點浩然 真覺世途萬般假
勿待天機漸暗西墜夕陽斜
功夫早開 基礎早扎
英雄用武應時而發
藏器豈有久遠
不久天雷連聲響佛令下
便須威威武武現出奇才真光霞
在此際須知關係大
一番波浪豈能不觀察
倘有失差 一失永恨落個可憐娃
陰山萬丈 如何再能向上爬
後悔豈不晚啦
悲慘情形萬刀相刮
何其悲痛 不忍細
切望各位智慧大 眼光大
早定要底目標拿
非常時期 任何情事皆由天意內中加
無量妙法 人力豈能盡考察
便須檢點能無失差
順天則興 必定希望大 幸福加
團結大家 攜手一同前進 齊一步伐
遇魔難毫不怕
秉此正氣鎮邪法
屏去魍魎 諸妖雜
神鬼皆驚嚇
日月同其光明 天地參其造化
苦大難大 經驗增加
結果表白對皇媽
到時向外拿
何等榮幸 可賀可誇
證得九五位蓮花
玄祖自然皆到達
可與仙佛齊肩 可與聖賢並駕
香煙留傳萬八
美名共仰 大德宏發
豈不圓滿 豈不美佳
但是現在應作如何辦法
萬勿再推推拉拉
急流勇退速作整頓 次序不亂雜
將過去慢慢印證他
將未來細細追察
事無大小心須盡 人無彼此沒有鬆暇
所謂替天行道替師傳法
不負恩德浩大
處處時時想報答
體貼慈母心腸掛
種種操勞樣樣持把
對弟子無微不至 無事不察
留神爾腳步站穩 小心爾前途變化
金線莫再斷 盤根慎勿差
轉變如何莫清暇
隨機通權識時務 盡人求天自通達
恩本廣大 已然大事向後拉
若不然早已翻覆
蛟龍起平地 爭奪亂如麻
無法安插 沒有柄把
豈不是一差全差
在此駒隙光陰趁早快作
掙扎方針拿 莫狡猾
良心一片不虛假
方能無愧對 皇媽
勿負慈母懸掛 勿負前人提拔
終有結果 天光日化善氣佳
兄弟團聚拜慈媽
拍手相戲耍
老人笑顏發
揚眉吐氣震動中華
大事完畢穩穩返故家
慶真祖 萬八歸順求真法
一理兼善天下
決不虛假
憑據早已手中拿
切莫焦急 自然時候有一天來啦
那般光景萬般興發
真是增加
有那瞎子並不瞎 聾子並不聾 啞子照樣說話
你說他傻他不傻
出人意料神驚鬼怕
風呀雨呀 自然順達任飄灑
日呀月呀 光輝照澈無遮搭
兄呀弟呀 無牽無掛
圓覺菩提轉法華
咱們仰天一笑 哈哈哈
兩手一指 見到中央開佛花
完了責任 恩德也報答樂無涯
極樂家 才稱真正大豪華 哈哈

前後一篇肺腑話
清涼暢快任批發
忽然東扯扯 忽又西拉拉
雖然意味不大 情趣也甚增加
還是那相當辦法 早作考察
兄弟體悟 余不再 說話次序已亂
有點眼睛花 腦袋大 心如麻
好吧好吧
辭叩 天駕 兄弟再會步離壇下
法身凌空直達天涯 哈哈 退

民國三十八年歲次已丑年 三月二十二日　天然古佛 垂訓

新愁舊恨鎖雙眉
撫今思昔增傷悲
天上風雲多變幻
人間治亂難盡推
良辰無久當愛惜
鵬途遠大早栽培
勿使慈心千般費
此時不歸何時歸

吾乃 天然古佛 弓長爾師 奉 敕命 降來佛幃 參拜 駕 賢契近綏 手握機筆 再為發揮 哈哈

春風春景暮春天
雲淡日暗增悲慘
鳴鳥連聲慈心動
觸景生情憶往年
過去般般渾如夢
思之有不感心酸
末後大事何曾了
天命所至豈能遷
收圓未來尚難辦
拋下群徒沙一盤
已然一場大變亂
落得英雄數太罕
天設妙策誰能體
何況置之未細參
根本太多未堅固
過去一場便可觀
若非天慈萬般憫
無知早皆入魔關
流落迷途怎再返
幸而多承爾母憐
明知早定天有驗
非稟大德任難擔
弟子升墜玉石混
奔波整理費盡難
比起已往更加甚
何處不蒙其成全
師雖任盡心難放
非有爾母事怎安
一切原為天注定
所謂日月應換肩
明盤暗定雙對驗
為師日後事尚繁
變化一場有淘汰
豈得良莠久混摻
目今道務漸入序
苦心費盡為徒賢
今後種種另一番
重整旗鼓新打點
共助月慧整殘年
末著由此作起始
尚有收圓在後邊
一切自有天權定
勿可空生憂與懸
雖然難免風波險
目下無非小折瀾
大體無慮正須展
豈知天恩已無邊
尚有一時能推辦
豈能多久便定盤
當曉大考早應降
怎奈事實尚未圓
時恐弟子入煆煉
火候老嫩不一般
設若再經大風險
墜多成少太可憐
萬佛千聖存惻隱
共跪前求萬般
方得恩允向後展
其中樞紐尚難言
知此駒隙之機會
切盼弟子早握緊
真作實際工夫煉
基礎不定怎得安
主見堅持意志定
功過兩途勿自瞞
金線已接勿再斷
慎之謹防再錯盤
不久便逢銀幕展
大戲要爾熱鬧觀
個人若無真把柄
眼光稍差自誤完
一失永墜堪膽戰
極微一念判天淵
乃為最後之關鍵
當作準備在此年
並且數定爾母隱
那時方針應何然
不在此際早明辨
懸崖勒馬亦枉然
個人自當膽兢戰
況且皆有重任擔
性命層層雙肩負
已誤誤人罪彌天
臨淵履薄常存念
何容絲毫有自寬
福禍之根在自種
動靜影響實無邊
深望今時早參解
勿枉師心操碎肝
生機一線還進取
天賜曙光此時間
謹慎從事細整頓
務以恆誠貫後先
仰天俯地能無愧
良心拿出可完全
懺爾過去重檢點
悔爾今後勿稍閒
體天順人通權變
處處皆藏妙機關
用心費神能領悟
方有善應之圓滿
一旦動盪雲雷震
萬事頃刻另改觀
勿棄微芒之起點
循序不紊可安然
惟爾大願了盡否
此心何處尚愧天
不容明志再迷昧
須曉天時不容寬
終有昭彰威嚴現
此際時慎豈可瞞
勿可貪功再惹過
盡職不怠心即安
如有任意妄動亂
惹事招非終自捐
不可責任稍虧欠
再分人我更非賢
彼此消除界與限
支派門戶撇一邊
大公無私一體貫
始慰天心師心安
未來天爐地鼎設
凡有私慾皆落殘
陶冶一番清濁判
自無偏倚摻中間
結果方應大拔選
除卻愚昧現忠賢
三六四八聖賢數
方可從此拔齊全
事非輕易萬佛助
三界此際均平安
單等彌勒真祖現
共賀三佛會三元
那時師徒再見面
苦盡甜來大團圓
今際不可明示判
知者也當莫輕言
上天層層有規定
正乃三六二八盤
以往件件皆應驗
未來不必虛偽談
勿自拘執俗眼看
早展智慧加體參
失所考察關係甚
一人升墜大牽連
正宜靜氣細審判
行止定奪勿誤耽
該緊則緊緩則緩
順天行事免過擔
至於外表諸形相
本無必要應威嚴
肅清簡潔求整敏
勿固勿執活潑圓
鬆緊快慢成一致
群策群力齊向前
不可忽整又忽散
化整為零事相連
應變不失正常道
該何而何順自然
長短是非今勿問
終有一旦大分班
天人事體相連貫
若有間隔豈能全
如此皆為諸預備
人手齊備便開弦
能以有微而推顯
小處可見大事觀
一毫動靜皆相緊
慎思自有真指南
若真如此前進辦
天賜把柄早已堅
任他千變及萬變
終屬天命勝強權
勿畏勿懼該早坦
心靜性和事滿圓
精神義氣成一片
時際不久大收圓
各司其職為當要
稍有褻瀆天不寬
各方安撫皆遵辦
一本萬殊無紊繁
相繼穩進線皆貫
何懼魔風任亂翻
陣勢佈置盡周善
臨時也可有改遷
總之順來可順受
如何起始如何完
一番波動顯明暗
真偽必然不再摻
萬法歸一決不假
正氣不餒鎮邪偏
收復歸命皆聽旨
一聲號令定三盤
最後大權神人偑
世安道順理獨嚴
自然遠近同朝拱
各賀堯風大同年
任了事畢天德報
始為師徒達指南
前前後後在自體
師訓處處關係連
總之勿可再盲昧
緊趕尚恐落後邊
未雨綢繆速打算
勿負師心再二三
千般催促萬般喚
所為無非各徒賢
人皆有情當自悟
休再增加師愁煩
真實體行方安慰
更不負爾師母憐
為師情意甚不盡
大意還望徒遵參
垂此不多往下判
再判不體更傷酸
叩辭 上帝退壇返
別徒返回清靜天 咳 退

民國三十八年歲次已丑年 三月二十三日　月慧菩薩 慈訓

費破慈腸操碎心
為諸癡迷勞盡神
只為天時多變化
可怕 顧慮弟子無方針
金線微芒若再斷
堪嘆 一失 永恨關係深
及時切宜遵母訓
當慎 能不實踐報天恩

吾乃 爾師母月慧菩薩 奉 命 至壇辰 參拜 老娘 賢契靜心 提起機筆 再示訓文 咳

師母吾提機管示垂良言
為弟子急催促再二再三
盡夜裡費焦思肝腸寸斷
更不惜千萬語說盡般般
憶過去便難免倍增傷歎
經一場又一場此套彼套
老蒼天設下了層層考驗
一場罷真可說墜落若干
真誠進真露頭尚屬少見
既進修更不易脫出此盤
各弟子雖多少有些經驗
真火候真陶冶甚難周全
在過去大風波定數推驗
已設計三大考次序相連
到結果真稱為混亂一片
也可說舉目見散沙一盤
天之數該如此依次轉變
在其中有幾個不迷指南
風向亂怎找出一定起點
故所以大多數考落不安
母雖然見於先諄諄說勸
也奈何爾臨時意志未堅
失了頭差盤根迷了金線
有其始無其終道果難圓
又何況爾均有重任非淺
母只得再祈求上天慈憐
蒙天命能允許親作指點
好引爾歸正路接上格盤
這轉變至如今兩途分判
理與情公與私毫釐不摻
全憑爾自根基祖德深淺
還憑爾積功德培養穩堅
既蒙恩遵母訓懺悔加勉
若不逢天大赦怎是偶然
還尚有自固執無所進展
再經過一時期又有變遷
諸弟子各面目難成一片
各方事未統一母心更懸
每度量天大事實在難辦
末一著已開始預備收圓
天命在母不能違背推免
對弟子責任重心更相關
又何況三曹內皆要清算
真可說費盡了無量心肝
尚多賴諸佛祖搭幫相辦
並尚望好弟子努力助肩
母所以不辭苦親作拔選
各處事親整頓順序就班
到如今雖也稱佈置較善
也尚賴諸弟子繼續辦圓
人位上有良莠必須考驗
挑與撿用與捨甚出自然
爾莫看不出色大事要辦
爾莫看甚機靈責任難擔
天暗考人明驗兩相通貫
是在數均必須經過此番
到現在天時急也不再緩
有弟子又染成鬆懈事端
真能以始與終懺悔不斷
守恆誠慎於事可稱甚罕
又不少作應付虛情假面
又不少混光陰浮燥皮頑
又不少只愚誠不作明辨
又不少埋著頭不察後先
又不少惹是非爭長論短
又不少自失差後學牽連
這情形母能不萬般感歎
爾就把大事體當作輕閒
上天事作兒戲何等罪愆
早應當受驚誡天不容寬
凡事那真作出欺師事件
或滅祖藐前人種種事端
要知曉時不久五雷出現
一聲響遭誅滅必不輕談
這定數不能免終須實現
爾這時若忽略能不膽寒
早遵照母所訓急作打點
真實修苦推展能有幾天
爾須知這天時愈緊愈變
最大限也不過在這殘年
還難免天降下一埸考驗
並不分內與外雙來糾纏
幸蒙那萬佛懇向後推展
也恐其不會久便要顯然
各弟子緊握住曙光一線
緊作出真表白好報上天
要能把真良心拿出相見
仰對天俯對地無愧心田
牢緊守母所慈再三訓勉
真要能各操心一志向前
要真能將情慾一刀兩斷
真要能知輕重分出聖凡
並不是無倫常人情不管
須領悟忠與孝不能兩全
有牽扯有掛礙塵勞相染
爾想想能不能成道功圓
若真是太容易早已擠滿
愈實修愈一定也要艱難
爾又有重責任不容鬆緩
一股心貫前後方能滿圓
本份上該盡到便須實辦
對責職毫不虧即是徒賢
你後學上與下打成一片
團結成大力量怕何艱難
即便那風波起也有定見
心相同志相貫摒退邪偏
在這時預備好從容而辦
方免得再措手不及成全
船行到半江心補漏已晚
臨上陣再磨槍豈不枉然
還是要在自己早有盤算
從根本不疏忽仔細究研
還記住當檢討互相對驗
臨風頭勤轉舵活潑通權
這時下能允許進行推辦
便不要有所遲再誤再耽
無非是大化小整可為散
零而整整而零看事而前
簡手續縮時間起落莫慢
憑精明知大才勿亂愚賢
果真要一人力勝過千萬
求速效也不致腳步亂翻
若稍見一波折不妨觀變
或是急或是緩找出定盤
人事上盡可能不生漏陷
集眾誠多求天轉危為安
握住了真準繩振奮而辦
態度上存謹慎時時皆然
若真是該大考萬事皆變
天必然有先兆預作示全
在弟予多領會謹作檢點
事務上該暫停便勿違天
只要把至誠念貫澈不變
真天良永耿耿以格上夭
便憑此天與人雙得進展
諸後學也憑此穩定而安
設若是風一起人荒馬亂
爾搖動便連累性命無邊
豈不是一人愚誤及千萬
常想此真令人履冰臨淵
這未來直示爾雖尚未現
爾俗目怎分出順逆正偏
那光景真假混崎嶇不諳
光明途也便要昏暗一番
便應那左旁門一場露臉
不現出諸異端難判愚賢
至那時頭緒亂千千萬萬
爾何計可找出純正不偏
又況且母處處憑天所判
便必要一番隱穩做釣船
並非是拋責任撒手不管
該澄清該淘汰一切由天
這世界也到那最後大亂
天成像地成形相對道盤
亂轉治暗轉明師徒再見
便如那天將亮大黑一番
各弟子千萬要好好明辨
一念間便影響莫大關係
切小心莫大意體會加勉
你想想母到底為了那般
終一句無非是弟子一片
非草木有心人能不體參
已費盡再三四般般苦勸
聽不聽便均是自作自擔
是為母好弟子當要遵辦
至末後定顯出白日青天
無皇至其時親顯手段
師與徒母與子心貫情連
切記住這番話早早盤算
勿使母再引起愁懷般般
言此處便止筆不再下判
再多說作兒戲更增心酸
辭 皇別賢契退出壇院
登祥雲返無極直達蒼天 退

Session 16 — 民國三十八年歲次已丑年 三月二十四日

三天主考 批訓

茂田學來好功夫
大興建築
樣式必須仿古
且記通俗
模型威威武武
不可輕輕浮浮
質料必須堅堅固固
莫可對對付付
裏邊樸樸素素
不可粗粗魯魯
至於營造 時間務求迅速
得不耽誤 便不耽誤
原則既已找出
先試來畫個圖
有了規模 分出綱目
擇吉便要動土
聘來五行八作
各門的師傅
分工合作 各為其主
先扎定基礎
然後再懸樑立柱
預備利刃鋼刀闊斧
一切應有用具 均要齊楚
如有不足 便須趕快補
擊動了鼓 聞鳴起舞
自朝至暮 不停手足
不畏勞碌 甘受辛苦
咱們作些下手活
並且進行監督
使上上下下不亂腳步
凡是大大小小 各項數目
皆列入賬目
是支是付 該出該入
分類別戶 清清楚楚
該加則加 該減則減
該乘則乘 該除則除
如是群力集中 終有相當步數
中間或遇風吹雨打之隔阻
難免延礙工夫
精神仍要充充足足
時不久 大功完峻 共駕宏圖
道謝各位千辛萬苦
各領薪俸作生活
歡欣揚起腳步
各作各歸宿
咱們再來整理整理 收束收束
或是內部 或是外部
該打掃處須打掃 該裱糊時要裱糊
應用傢俱 齊齊楚楚
堂上陳列些古畫名畫百子圖
醒心娛目
開出了幾條碎石彎路
簷下養一池金魚
遊躍自如或沉或浮 或吸或吐
咱們賞心悅目
庭前栽培些古桐蒼梧 翠柏松樹
一切應時花木 茂草修竹
引來了了好鳥鳴春 蜂狂蝶舞
當然趣味裕如
莫忘了先請 母親大人住
他老欣賞四顧
走進了高門大戶
果然明窗凈几 闊敞宏富
心中相當舒服
叫這些孩兒 隨後散步
東觀西望 皆是榮幸處處
咱們更覺得 拍手喜笑樂相呼
並且題其名曰萬化廬 哈哈

吾 呆父 工程監督 奉 上帝旨 閑來散步 參拜 天 兄弟安乎 不停玉管 接著往下書 哈哈

萬化廬 萬化廬
雖然用盡相當工夫
大家費盡了種種辛苦
經過了光陰無數
居然事成功就 真是莫大幸福
可賀各位奔波與勞碌
皆以公心對鴻圖
一人力量有限 眾志成城
乃當大任負
須曉得苦盡甜來
任我們清閒自如
靜適安居逍遙屋
任意瀏覽古今萬卷書
常與聖賢為友 結識高士為伍
當然煩惱皆除
推卻閒表不顧
是非長短 我口不道出
治亂興衰 吾心不操圖
知心良友以道為基礎
養性自然樂 寡慾精神舒
對坐互將真理悟
研討聖賢真工夫
天地妙用之總樞
並關乎人情事故之綱領條目
互作推證 真意相符
一理及萬殊 並無所謂出入
各掃文字知障
發現精微妙菩提
只在方寸無影樹
由此作門戶 慢慢進步
著正路 自找著歸宿
即盡此身享此生
不負人間走一步
推此理再作闡佈
便建下規功實德 令人羨慕
前後相符 始終同處
這樣子堪稱作丈夫
中流砥柱
我心十分歡喜
祝你無量前途
澄明無數
展開胸襟
無愧於仰俯豁然氣度
坦蕩自如
將來再從我將大事肩負
莫看刻下操勞 屬於汝
不久日後幸運自然屬於吾
吾必然多所提拔 萬分照顧
今際事務 應該作何應付
也要加以究悟
不同已往 更非可疏忽
因為天時不定 難推氣數
陰忽晴 晴忽陰 莫非其中有原故
順又逆 逆又順 究竟作何定度
事務有易並有難 真令人無從進步
已往暫可莫問 因為皆歸乎
去之便無
只有計劃現在推究未來
是為要緊之步數
東轉西開南亂北覆
何是清靜土
責任所在不容停住腳步
並且事體欠清楚
又要細細關顧
尚以人位未一致
能不良言滿口 婆心滿一腹
那忍棄之不理 撒手不顧
雖然天意有轉變
也當允許吾把大事整頓的有了眉目
此心方始無愧
此任無枉擔負
無奈何 千分萬分多求老天
更仰賴諸天佛祖 苦向前訴
天時或有推轉 再一度
不久大翻覆
真因事實尚未相符
人事情形尚多不敷
論火侯 老老嫩嫩 強弱難盡述
若一旦天意應了定數
大風起 暴雨如注
傾江彭湃 翻海倒湖
真可說墜落無數
成者稀如 豈不可憐可撫
何等痛苦
按光景察實情
已蒙無生恩德佈
不然早已亂鍋煮
眾兄弟 諸弟妹 明乎知乎
個人的基礎已否堅固
個人眼光已否放出
肚量能容幾石穀
手段是否已煉熟
一切工具否已準備齊楚
雖然如此仍要爾智慧明辨
認識方針不模糊
是真是偽 是有是無
均須審察清清楚楚
養兵千日 用兵一時 切要記住
常感謝天
表現至誠信篤
好好進步 煆煉工夫
能耐勞 能吃苦
能受屈 能忍辱
並且餓其體膚 勞其筋骨
苦心苦志 披肝剖腑
真良心拿出 報答天
尚有何事可盡心
無非量力為抱負
再審慎自家責任如何
有無虧欠與疏忽
地位愈高愈小心
留神一步失足 永恨莫贖
連累了千萬性命
坑陷了九玄七祖
罪瀰天壓陰山 萬八之苦
永無恢復 當記住
能不慎乎
心常驚膽常戰
真如千鈞一髮
千萬莫作輕浮
更要體悟慈母大人諸辛苦
為了諸徒
用盡了心腸 操碎了肝腑
奔波到個處 何畏勞碌
舟車種種顛覆
說盡了千言萬語 究竟有何希圖
時因末後大事 非常緊張令人恐怖
未來變化 天鼎地爐
誰能識透 誰真看出
若非是慈心無量
恐怕兄弟們 早已走入歧途
均明白 過去一場 是何等翻覆
有幾個沒亂了腳步
非蒙開恩接金線 怎再跟盤修正路
個明乎 速惺乎
切莫辜負 切莫再糊塗
有過錯 莫自恕
自新作一新人
要立起大標準 尋清綱與目
把握起精神共辦理
光陰太速 佳期留不住
不要再遲誤
只有光明一矚
再遲那能機會出
兄弟合成一心 氣力結成一股
不畏那洶濤駭浪 任何擋阻
不怕那野禽猛獸 豺狼豹虎
不懼魍魎魑魅 妖怪齊出
不受他惡勢強權 逼迫屈服
只有堂堂正氣 大刀闊斧
絕不含糊
該斬則斬 該除則除
拿出英雄氣派
讓他反回頭來 再五體拜服
堪敬的大丈夫
能容量俺這小卒
情願扛槍搬斧隨鞭侍服
真可見肝膽如日月 心胸透玉壺
萬般威風凜凜 處處精氣肅肅
這才算正邪佛魔判兩途
幸賴那鎮邪大寶杵 開山寶斧
可以同賀幸福
大家齊起樂舒如
但盼中州明出 十八孩兒坐中土
我也見着你 你也碰着我
姓名是誰 恐怕又是一糊塗
這是一個悶葫蘆
你那裡預先知清楚
我這時不便明講
到那光景 威嚴定露出
孝敬老高高照東土
隱復顯 去復來
有轉無 正轉負
是何意味 體會還恐難盡悟
莫說是當局者迷
旁觀者更鬧不清楚
自家事 自家也在葫蘆裡面裝葫蘆
總而言之 現在還是一鍋煮
有一朝 大天大亮
便檢的清 找得着 分得出
好吧好吧
勿須再扯閒迷糊
言多語失 上天恐其不寬恕
說到此望你記住
細作體悟
常常來拜訪萬化廬
免得地荒人閒草木疏
各自明乎 皆自覺乎
餘不述
躬身辭 別兄弟 退壇屋
法身凌空 直奔玄都 哈哈 退

Source Colophon

Chinese source text from taolibrary.com (善書圖書館), category 9 — 一貫道善書 (Yiguandao Morality Books). URL: c9028.htm. The site states: 歡迎轉載，上傳，翻印，流通 — "Welcome to reprint, upload, reproduce, and circulate." This is a morality book (善書) tradition; free distribution is a spiritual practice.

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