The teacher’s diploma
From the bottom of the steel trunk came a sheet of paper we have instantly recognized as a diploma given to my mother in 1985 or thereabouts to practice teaching her branch of spiritual knowledge to others. The diploma had been awarded to my mom by her own guru and witnessed and sealed in the presence of another disciple. The diploma is of no use now that my mom is no more nor the teacher nor possibly the witness.
But the paper is not a mere diploma.It authorizes and encourages the holder to disseminate knowledge to others. Amazing how formal spiritualism could be.
