Guy's Blog

We look into a world we can’t see is a mirror of our consciousness, so that whatever seems to take place -- out there -- whatever its temporary form or character -- for either its beauty or fear -- is inseparable from the consciousness in which it is reflected.

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!

Neither pain, nor joy are proof of (my) existence; they are but shadows of passing forms where each and all are part of an endless palette of colors realized only as they appear upon, and then disappear from the canvas of consciousness...

Blessed are those who honor and reveal -- by example -- the uppermost path that leads to the perfection of the soul...

It is not the pain of the past that goes deeper, grows darker, becoming more intractable each time it’s revisited. Rather, this pain is the negative effect of an unconscious nature that loves to immerse itself in its own conditioned memory of that unwanted moment...

In the end, to which there is no ending, one sees the circle of thought ever circling back upon itself... and never knowing it has done so...

We are not only complacent in our imperfections, but have begun -- individually and culturally, accordingly -- to perfect, if not glorify the ways we avoid dealing with these weaknesses in our consciousness.

Desire breeds tension, tension fuels desire; identifying with either... is like a flame trying, in vain... to put out a fire.

To see that I AM (life), and that Life itself -- unadorned, unattainable, and unknowable -- is, just as it is -- the Pearl of Great Price, is to be, at once, the wealthiest and the poorest soul on earth, and in heaven...

If you serve only yourself, you serve nothing. If you cling only to yourself, you hold nothing. If you hunger for the approval of others, you starve for nothing. If you wish to please only yourself, you please nothing.

If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, which means there’s no difference between the eye that beholds and the beauty that it sees, then isn’t the eye of the beholder also part of what is always becoming...