In order to enter into the school of the Eternal, we must allow the lesson in each moment to be our teacher. The fabric of the false self is made up from innumerable strands of experience woven together by an imaginary tailor who lives in terror that what it has made will unravel.

The crowning achievement of God — and the seed of Liberation for those with eyes to see it -- is that He made us in His own image: a continually changing reflection of His creation, an act of Love perfecting itself throughout Time.

50% of our fear in life is born out of suspecting just how impermanent everything is around us, and then trying to prove otherwise in spite of the facts; the other half of our fear appears when, despite all that we do, our suspicions prove true.

The power in the presence of God is immeasurable, because nothing exists apart from it.

What is the essence of great character if not the incontrovertible evidence that the pain of yesterday's blow is the seed of tomorrow's strength . . . if only we will agree in the moment of challenge?...

Best-selling "letting go" author Guy Finley explains how psychological fear is always connected to the idea that something of value can be taken from us. But who we really are cannot be hurt.

The only answer that counts in our spiritual life is the one that we are, not that we "know" with our intellect.

The only answer that counts in our spiritual life is the one that we are, not that we "know" with our intellect.

Featured Study Group Topic for the Week of June 9, 2014. What good is the love of Truth without agreeing to embody the freedom it promises? This means that we must act from this love -- daring to embrace what is light, right, and true even in the midst of all that seems wrong within and around us. We must bring its flame into the midst of our storms and into that fear that comes with times of...

The power in the presence of God is immeasurable, because nothing exists apart from it.

Remember, all comes in waves; the only thing that changes is their direction, which must happen by law. The only thing unchanging is the ocean from which these waves come. To know this truth, and to "rest" in it, is to not resist the waves when they move counter to one's wishes.

It is an extraordinary thing -- this engaging feeling that comes with simply remembering you -- even though I have no idea where you are. How is it possible to feel such an abiding tenderness for what I am unable to see? Let alone touch or possess? And yet! On mornings like today with such soft winter sunlight gliding through the bared branches and the air so cool and undisturbed, I'm moved...