Guy's Blog

Gravity is a form of emptiness: it is a celestial law that represents a ceaseless longing answered only by what it captures, and draws into itself...

Somewhere between either/or just beyond “yes and no”... There is a door. Seek it; find it! Dare to abide there long enough and it opens all by itself... Behold! A whole new world...

Every reaction identified with -- regardless its nature -- serves to validate the lower level of consciousness responsible for its temporary creation...

We are conditioned to accept, without question, the resistance we feel toward any unwanted moment -- along with our subsequent negative reaction to it -- as proof...

Emptiness does not, as we mistakenly perceive it, imply nothingness; rather, (it is) an available space -- a Divine place in time -- waiting to be filled.

There is only one limitation all of us, each and every human being, shares in common...

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...