Guy's Blog

Mind is not intellect itself, nor is (our) heart the seat of emotion alone. Real mind is the marriage of a higher order of intellect, heart, and body, wherein feeling is wisdom -- and wisdom is, in turn, the (awareness of) feeling all of what one is moment to moment...

Throughout time, the great sages and saints of the ages have taught that letting go is an inside job, a work of rigorous self-awakening that begins with self-honesty. The following quotations hint at the possibility of an unspeakable discovery that awaits all those who persist with their wish to be free.

As unbelievable as it may seem... The reason that we find ourselves re-living so many moments we swear we don’t want... is because we keep talking to ourselves about them!

What others may or may not think about us is not our business. Our business is being aware of the unconscious parts of us that fear we’re only as worthwhile as others agree we are. Worrying about what tomorrow may bring, or how to fix yesterday’s sorrow is not our business...

Has whatever I’m about to do ever brought an end to the compulsion to do it? Clearly I must be looking for something not of this world...

Whatever may be the nature of some reflection in our consciousness, regardless its character or quality -- even if it appears in the tempest of unexpected change... it is always silent. It is the purest form of communication because its native character is undivided. As such it is whole, holiness itself...

We have all heard the beautiful and timeless idea: "Know the truth, and the truth will set you free!” Without taking thought, we “feel” its actuality. Yet, so few will dare make this kind of discovery, preferring others do it for us...

Ultimately, most of us live in some kind of conflict with life, suffering through it, because we grasp after powers and possessions we’ve imagined as being fixed, as substantial; and, accordingly...that if we could just make these things our own then we—our life—would be made equally real and substantial; our pain would be replaced by pleasure...

The desperate search for happiness is the continuation of unhappiness. Happiness is never driven to look for itself. It is itself...

Our best ideas -- individually and culturally -- about the nature of strength have failed us... which isn’t to say there’s no such thing as unfailing strength, or true self-command. No, the fault lies elsewhere...

The strength of any negative reaction cannot be separated from the force of resistance we feel towards that “event.” And where does this resistance begin if not in some form of insistence the moment should not have unfolded in the manner it did?

If all of creation didn’t share something in common, something invisible... yet in some ways more real than the objects that reveal and manifest that relationship... Then how could the death of a tree bring life to the forest, or the storm-tossed waves that lash the sea cliffs serve to create and sustain the infinite creatures that cling to those rocks?