A bird made of stardust stretches across the heavens, bridging the gap between all the worlds. Upon noticing the suffering radiating from a small blue planet called Earth, the bird gazed upon the world. The Rama shook and shimmering feathers fell to the surface. Feathers of a million different colors and sizes floated down, and out of these feathers, a million people would be born to shine the Light.
One pure white feather grew in the heart of a man named Frederick. As the feather rooted deeper, he became the mouthpiece of the Rama. Tirelessly he taught and gathered thousands of students all around the world. Each of them also held a feather within their hearts. They called him Rama, not understanding. They saw Light pour from his body, and learned to sit in the silence of no-mind. In that timeless, spaceless place, they merged. He showed them the view of the stardust bird stretching between all the worlds. Over and over, he carried them deep into the Light.
A few students began to know the way, so they showed others, and they all began to shine.
When the body of Frederick died, some became lost because they did not understand. Others vanished into private practice, seeking to disappear into the Light. A few continued to teach and share what they knew in their hearts. New students, born with feathers in their hearts, found their way to the others.
The Rama continued to speak to all who held a feather, communicating in a million different ways. Factions formed, all insisting they heard the true voice. Confusion reigned until finally, they sat in the silence of no-mind.
In that timeless, spaceless place, they merged. One by one, each opened their eyes, saw the feather in their hearts, and knew: we are Rama.