Guy's Blog

The tree does not know the leaves, flowers, and fruits that spring from its branches providing shade, fragrance, and food; even so, do all of these things grow...

Real freedom isn't the ability to imagine an endless series of solutions to old problems, but to awaken the higher understanding that allows us to transcend the need we have to live with any painful problem at all...

No psychological reaction is a call to action; it is merely a momentary manifestation, and therefore part of the revelation of the level of consciousness from out of which it has come...

Being renewed by Life, and starting life all over are one and the same superior, interior action...

I have and hold the hope of being able to know I am walking into the kitchen, or down a country road, awake and present to myself...

In nature, because every creation is at once incomplete, and yet is always being completed (at the same time) -- one can see that every creature is a living need...

Pain pointed outwardly must inevitably manifest itself in some form of violence, having found no other answer than to set itself against whatever is blamed for that suffering...

There is nothing in the past over which to suffer, and no impulse to do so without first having been tempted and then deceived into revisiting, and then resisting the pain of some old memory...

Real joy is not of this world. It is liberation from the illusion that there’s something yet to be gained in this world that we need to complete ourselves; it is freedom from the illusion of a false, and fallen sense of self...

Ponder the following insight for a few precious moments, and you may catch a glimpse of a formerly unimaginable freedom. But ponder this one truth long enough to realize the implication of its implied non-action... and you will realize a new level of self- knowledge that is the key to self-liberation:

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.

The false self, forever struggling to protect (the dream of) its own imagined importance, cares nothing for how it sabotages itself, or victimizes others...