If failing to reap what you think you sow, blame not some ill-fated star. Life bears this true: the seeds do show, you harvest what you are.
The young should be teaching the old... that the heart need never stop dancing, as the old should be teaching the young... there’s nothing to fear about death.
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This, our world... is a virtual desert, but not because the earth herself is infertile. Rather it's because we -- human consciousness itself -- are barren: we bear no Light, let alone the Child within us... meant to be born out of its abiding Presence.
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Do you ever wonder why – in spite of everything you’ve done to make your life better – nothing ever changes? In Quieting the Mind—Freeing the Heart, master teacher, Guy Finley, guides you through hidden places of your own being so you can start dismantling the barriers and the chains that have held you captive in the noisy, difficult world of the past.
Think for just a moment how different your life would be if you knew -- beyond the shadow of a doubt -- that you couldn't fail no matter what it was that you wanted to do. Imagine knowing that any feeling you may have of being inadequate is always a lie, and then being able to walk through that fear, regardless of how real it seems to be...
Where to start. Attentive to three worlds in One: Above, in stillness. Below, reflective. Holy receptive as... an instrument of acceptance. Quietly witnessing all things end... and begin again.
All that glitters is not gold; no thought is new, all are old! So it's true with any pain: The freedom it promises... are but links in fear's chain.
The only thing we see when caught in the grip of a memory... are the shadows of thought. Images in time, forsaken shades of vanity whose empty forms give shape to... illusions of “me.”
Thoughts turn into acts and habits are formed, from habits the shape of character’s borne... In character’s forged Each soul’s destiny, so does Truth make plain the seed is the tree!
Be careful the thoughts in which you dwell... Do they loose, or bind is the only tell; for all are creations of mind... wherein we find our heaven... or hell.
The potential power of any healing idea is only as great as we are willing to submit ourselves to the light of its truth.
When whatever isn’t pure and precious, and the remaining dross removed, then what is priceless appears on its own revealing itself as always having been there... Just waiting to shine.