Ego is “I”; it is your singular point of view. In innocence this point of view is pure, like a clear lens. But without innocence the ego’s focus is extremely distorting.
The simplest words we use to describe each other – such as friend, family, stranger – are loaded with judgments. The enormous gulf in meaning between friend and stranger, for example, is filled with interpretations. A friend is treated one way, an enemy another. Even if we do not bring these judgments to the surface, they cloud our vision like dust obscuring a lens.
The hunger to be alone, characteristic of anyone in stage four, comes from sheer suspense. The person cannot wait to find out what comes next in the unfolding of the soul’s drama.
The mystery of Buddha’s cure is this: What you seek you already are.
Your own innocence is the only flower that exists. It never fades, and because of that, the world never fades either.
Awareness is all that changes in the journey from separation to the one reality.
Las expectativas son poderosos activadores del cerebro.
El fin de la cualidad multidimensional del cerebro es permitir que cualquier experiencia ocurra.
If you could really see that tree over there,” Merlin said, “you would be so astounded that you’d fall over.” “Really? But why?” asked Arthur. “Its just a tree.” “No,” Merlin said. “It’s just a tree in your mind. To another mind it is an expression of infinite spirit and beauty. In God’s mind it is a dear child, sweeter than anything you can imagine.
See innocently and you will give life.
But we ourselves would not be alive if some innocent Being had not first seen us. That was the act that planted the seed of the whole universe, and it was an act of love.
When you are inhabiting a self that is fixed and set in place, you may think that you have attained something positive. As people say, “Now I know who I am.” What they really know is an imitation of a real self, a collection of habits, labels, and preferences that is entirely historical.
The fire of passion burns out eventually. Then you dig through the ashes and discover a gem. You pick it up; you look at it with disbelief. The gem was inside you all the time. It is yours to keep forever. It is buddha.
But we ourselves would not be alive if some innocent Being had not first seen us. That was the act that planted the seed of the whole universe, and it was an act of love. You will know your own innocence again when you can see the love that breathes within every iota of creation.
Experience isn’t a place; it’s a focus of attention. You can live there, at the still point around which everything revolves.
Myrtle can’t grow in the shade. It would wither and die. Someone has made it grow in the dark.” “How?” “Magic. How else?” Alcibiades shrugged, and Socrates said, “How else? That’s a serious question. If you don’t believe in magic, how did this sprig grow here? Perhaps the gods wanted it to. If so, they may have left it for us as a sign.” “What kind of sign?” “An omen.
The divine doesn’t appear by glimpses, in peak moments with sudden blinding light. The divine is constant; it is we who come and go.
To walk this earth advertises that we have all sinned. What matters is pleasing our Father. – Job.
Humans are not biological robots. We live for meaning, for the personal value of every experience. The body metabolizes our experiences and sends the message to every cell, while the mind, in its own domain, processes experience in terms of sensations, images, thoughts, and feelings. Nothing fuses the whole-system effects of love and non-love like the human heart, which needs to be understood as more than a physical organ.
The reason that people find it so difficult to enter a healing relationship is that life in our family of origin often required a good deal of unawareness. We overlook what we don’t want to see; we keep silent about things that are too difficult to discuss; we respect boundaries even when they put someone into a box. In short, the family is where we learn to deny pain. And denied pain is just another term for suffering. Given.