The moment we see that a true interior change is possible -- that within us dwells a new order of being we are intended to birth, but that of ourselves we cannot create -- then we stand as once did the ancient mariners; these were intrepid souls who, somehow sensing that a new world awaited only their discovery, set sail without knowing what they would find... only that they had to seek it.

Nothing in the universe can make us relive some painful moment as long as we choose to live from the higher understanding that no old dark thought has the power to define us, let alone drag us into its fearful world. Without our unconscious consent the past -- and all that may have punished us once upon a time -- is powerless in the present moment.

The basis of real life -- of existence itself -- is exchange; whatever appears or disappears is the momentary expression of this Law. This is why the only thing that we can keep -- that is authentically our own -- is the Divine part of us that not only sees and understands this truth, but that stands in a stillness relative to it, as does the timeless night sky to the stars it reveals as the...

What we see, and take, as being the meaning of any given moment -- including our experience of it -- is a direct reflection of the level of self being revealed by that same moment. This invisible relationship between the observer and the observed is the "mirror of the Divine". And it is only in this relationship -- in this "mirror" -- that we are able to discover not only the meaning of Life,...

Part 1 Our will isn't just set against the act and purpose of creation, but in its opposition to the same... (it) actually serves to create the appearance and continuation of the very conditions it perceives as being set against it! Part 2 Karma is not some kind of cruel cosmic punishment, but rather (it is) the merciful appearance of a unique set of special conditions designed t...

Here's an insight into the real reason why virtually everyone is always in an internal rush of some kind: The false self is but a fleeting identity appearing as the momentary opposite -- a transient reflection -- of whatever is seen in the stream of passing time amidst its ceaseless impressions. This temporary sense of self fears its own disappearance, and so it rushes to consummate its rela...

Whoever doesn't know the truth of himself, suffers uselessly for the sake of ignorance. Whoever works to know the truth of Self, agrees to suffer ignorance for the sake of Wisdom. Becoming wise, he "slays" the lower self, as well as its suffering. And in having transcended the useless suffering born of self-ignorance -- and the death it leads to -- he shares in the birth and burden of creation...

Any time you're rushing around, under pressure to hurry up and "get it done"... you may be assured of the following truth: not only will you run right by the (real) purpose of your life... but crossing whatever may be your "finish line" of the moment will prove itself as meaningless as the time you wasted trying to get there.

Part 1 True humility -- the higher state of being born only of agreeing to see, consciously, one's own helplessly-conflicted mechanical self -- is the holy humus required for one's rebirth. Part 2 What is any psychological suffering -- that always unexpected shockwave of anguish in some uninvited moment -- other than the agonizing effect of the difference between what we expect --...

Here is an enigma wrapped in a paradox: we cannot buy the love of the Divine; no good deed can produce the Presence of what is Holy and Everlasting; a billion plaintive tears are powerless to invoke even the smallest touch of Grace; and yet, at every point along the upper path that leads us into the Light of Love's Perfection, we get only what we pay for... nothing more, nothing less.

The false self, ever-pursuing or struggling to protect the dream of its imagined sense of importance, doesn't care who or what it picks a fight with; all that matters to this divided self is that it finds someone or something to be against, as this is how it validates its insatiable need to feel significant; (it is) the absence of love, incapable of humility, compassion, or remorse.

What is True is quiet; it is at peace with itself, whatever it silently reveals. What is untrue has no such peace; it is unable to be silent. What is True has no need to think about, let alone talk to itself about any lie it may see. What is untrue can't stop talking to itself in order to cover up what it doesn't want to see, ceaselessly telling itself that it sees truly.