By grace we may be assured we will get to see -- as many times as it takes -- any part of ourselves that we don’t want to see.

The only way we will ever know that death is an invisible doorway into another level of being -- Higher or lower, depending -- is if we do the interior work -- here and now -- of dying to an unconscious nature whose "will to live" we've mistaken as being the same as our own.

Learn what it means to give all you have to whatever it is that you may be doing in the moment, for only the cost of "taking pains" to complete that action can complete you.

Putting our life in “God’s Hands” begins with handing it to Him. If there’s one thing our time on earth should have proven evident by now, it’s this: we are never going to figure out how to feel safe “once and for all” because the tools we need to realize this imagined sense of security are found only in one place: a divided, lower level of mind where whatever the nature of that freedom we desire does not exist apart from the fearful thought of a life without it.

Looking to any troubled, or any otherwise anxious thought for shelter is like being caught in a rainstorm and running into a house that has no roof...

The divided, sleeping mind meets and then measures each new moment by recollecting what it remembers about it. In this way, it never meets a moment it hasn’t already decided is good or bad, wanted or not.

It's impossible to separate some false action in life from the pain that it produces, so that the more we learn to consciously suffer that pain, the more clearly we begin to see into and through the false nature responsible for creating it.

You can't work with what you are not, and you can't change what you hope to be. Work begins and ends in the same place: with where you are, and what you are in the moment. Any other effort is but part of a dream, as is the inevitable shock of being awakened from it.

To identify with any experience of life, no matter how whole it makes us feel in that moment must -- at some point -- reveal that the “experiencer” of that moment is, in fact, apart from it.

Distractions never show themselves as empty sea-shells when the promise of their shape first catches the wandering eye. Perhaps that’s why -- as we stoop down, and stop to pocket yet one more weathered prize -- we never really notice -- let alone step into -- the vast sea that has cast them onto shore.

There is no tension or anxiety in being watchful, while stresses of all makes and models are inherent in the illusion that it's possible for us to be in two places at a time...

If you want a “misery-backed” guarantee that the painful relationship you have with whatever troubles you about someone -- or with something -- will never change... Just keep complaining to yourself about it!