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When we struggle against perceived limitations, we unconsciously embrace that level of self that knows itself through these forms. But when we'll work inwardly to meet these present limitations, and see them not as solid, impassable states, but as living lessons necessary in attaining to our soul's Native Liquidity, then we transcend what stands before us. We rise into a new understanding of o...

The aspirant asked the Master: "Why is my progress so slow? What must I do... when, in spite of attending to all that is asked of me, still I have yet to achieve your level of higher understanding?" Said the Master to the aspirant: "By itself... to do what is asked of you has no power, in itself, to change the level of your being... should that be your wish; it is only what you ask of yoursel...

Conscious prayer is the (act of) seeking relationship with one's own kind; it is...a bridge to reconciliation, to a reunification with one's own latent levels of higher consciousness; it is the means by which one enters into a conscious state of similarity with higher, more celestial levels of being, to eventually transcend the limits of similarity and enter into pure atonement.

The longing for light in the deep of a midwinter's day is borne as much by its remembrance... than can be caused by a mere absence of the sun. So it is with longing for the Divine... where one waits in the dark of an emptiness whose very depths prove the presence of an immeasurable height... forgotten for now, and yet... forever attained.

Let no day pass without your wish on that Star. Stand fast, with Heaven in sight, though still afar; In watchfulness remain until... There you are! As is true with all living things, especially the newly conceived, if you don't feed and protect that nascent life, whatever its nature -- from the simplest to most complex -- it will perish and die. Knowing the above to be a fact of life on eart...

When I face the Sun, I am full of Light; as one with a timeless warmth that nourishes my soul. Yet, when I am turned away -- though I stand in the exact same place as before -- I am full of shadows, seeing only those forms that seem real, but that have no heart, and so... no love, no life of their own. Only the remnants of that first Light, the remembrance of its loving touch, live on within...

The Mind sees. The Heart encounters. Thought takes and makes a picture. The self details and enlarges this image as... The body assumes its shape, taking on its character. This descent is so gradual it progresses almost unnoticed. Unattended, the predictable outcome is imprisonment by identification.

The lines of a play in a story too great to tell wash over and through me. I speak, as given to; I seem to act, but in truth am moved along, much like the waves of a sea in service to its living waters. As they, am I: forever obedient to time and tide, content to be a part of something greater than any momentary appearance, knowing that what rises... falls, only to rise again.

Love is not so much a bridge between things as it is that which both connects them and, at the same time, shows them to have never been truly apart from one another. The reason we love something, or someone, is because through that union we are enhanced, somehow made to feel more complete through that relationship. However, unlike substances cannot merge. Oil and vinegar may complement one an...

Your life is your own; one thousand people can approve of it, one thousand people can criticize it, but when all is said and done you are the one who is either at peace with yourself, or not. Being content with oneself is not by consensus; looking to the opinions of others to validate your worth is the path to a deep and dark debtors prison. All the king's horses, and all the king's men -- ei...

In the innermost mirror of the heart no one does a thing; yet, every action -- the character of each thought and feeling -- is revealed therein; all are witnessed by a presiding judge whose innocence can't be contested, whose love never wavers, and who waits... with perfect patience for us to see the whole of our reflection in his eyes.

The first step, and in some ways the most difficult along the upper Way, is the separation of the false from what is real; imagine what happens when someone you think is your friend is suddenly seen as always having been secretly set against you. The shock is overwhelming; and the part of you that felt your friend was a good one is rocked because you can see that your friend wasn't the only on...