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interest, he questioned me: “Just curious! Who is the author of these quotes, and where did you find the information?”
    Trying to avoid answering his question, I was somewhat curt. I gently reminded him that he had agreed to sit in the class and simply observe. But he would not be dissuaded and continued to press me for an answer.
    The students appeared very tolerant of his presence.
    Our Mr. Adams was like an innocent child in a room full of adults who all knew so much more than he.
    An answer of some sort was necessary. “I read it somewhere and can’t remember the authors.” I knew this was certainly an understatement, at best, but it was the only answer I was comfortable providing. “We’re just studying the content—the philosophy.”
    To my frustration, Mr. Adams wasn’t satisfied and persisted. “But do you remember the book at all,” he asked, “or where you read this material?”
    Since many in this class knew enough of what was going on to recognize my bold deception, this teacher’s persistence caused a little snicker from the students.
    By now, Mr. Adams could see that he was the only one who did not understand. Clearly, we were withholding something.
    This was the worst possible scenario. Ours was a Inner Guidance_CH 01-05.p65
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    very conservative community, and somehow we managed to carefully safeguard the spiritual aspects of what was happening in our little world. I now had to leave my afternoon classes to a man who was extremely inquisitive and who undoubtedly knew I was trying to conceal something from him. I lost my patience and simply put an end to his questions by telling him again that he was welcome to go to the lounge.
    “I’ll stay,” he quietly replied.
    Walking to the board to write a simple assignment for my class, suddenly I was inspired. Contrary to my intention, I quickly found myself writing a new quote on the board, almost before I knew it. I didn’t want Mr.
    Adams to experience this, and was struggling inwardly, but it was going to happen anyway. Then I lost any desire to stop myself. For some reason, I felt clearly guided and safe.
    The energy was intense in the classroom. The students were absolutely silent. All you could hear was the scratch-scratch sound of writing throughout the entire room. I glanced at Mr. Adams. His eyes were open wide, but he said nothing. I wrote and then stood back to admire this mysterious handiwork:
    “We are all one Spirit; we should regard ourselves as a living part of the infinite life, and we must express divinity in each moment of our lives. Therefore, we are each a spark radiating from the great being called God.”
    It sounded kind of like Emerson, so I spoke about it from the perspective of transcendentalism. My students hurried to finish copying it in their journals. Ever mindful of the presence of the visitor in our midst, we managed to have an excellent discussion of this quote.
    My face burned with the energy in the room. One of the students offered to open a window. The room seemed blazingly hot!
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    After giving the students an assignment to work on, I dismissed the class at the end of the hour. Filing out, many of them gave me little furtive smiles, but the group was uncharacteristically quiet. I nodded in acknowledgement of what none of us would say.
    Something strange had happened here. The energy in the room had been far more intense than ever before.
    One of the most profound of all the experiences had just taken place; it was as if a great reservoir had just opened energetically. And we had a substitute teacher sitting there, watching the entire event.
    Or, by some means, was he actually a secret partici-pant who somehow had served to heighten the energy?
    At the end of class, I handed Mr. Adams the sheets that he was to