If you want magic, let go of your armor. Magic is so much stronger than steel.
Rebuilding us. Isn’t that what the spirit requires, when we climb over the wreckage of our lives, sometimes, we go on to make our lives our own affirmation? We are perfect expressions of perfect Love, here and now. There is no permanent injury.
Reality lies far beyond space and time, and I need to know why.
Build an inner place to protect your truth.
Sometimes when you say goodbye, that’s the right thing to do in a relationship.
The gulls who scorn perfection for the sake of travel go nowhere, slowly. Those who put aside travel for the sake of perfection go anywhere, instantly.
The only thing that matters, at the end of a stay on earth, is how well did we love, what was the quality of our love?
Everything of this life as a mortal is fiction. It seems real, but...
Numbers are limits, and perfection doesn’t have limits.
The space for what you want is already filled with what you settled for instead.
When you dream, all the scenery, characters, events, perils, and outcomes are built from your own consciousness, the darks and oppressions as well as the delights. Same with the world awake, though it takes you longer to build it.
Everything in this book may be wrong. – The Savior’s Manual.
This kind of thinking, he found, is not the way to make one’s self popular with other birds. Even his parents were dismayed as Jonathan spent whole days alone, making hundreds of low-level glides, experimenting.
Just because somebody drops in on you from another dimension, don’t assume they’re wiser than you about anything at all, or that they can do anything better than you can do yourself. Discarnate or mortal, what matters about people is what they know.
Books arent written on whim or promises. Books are written on years turned inside out by ideas that never let go until you get them in print, and even then writings a last resort, a desperate ransom you pay to get your life back.
To learn anything, you must put aside the safety of your ignorance.
The worst lies are the lies we tell ourselves.
The river delights to lift us free, if only we dare let go.
Everything is exactly as it is for a reason. The crumb on your table is no mystical reminder of this morning’s cookie, it is there because you have chosen not to remove it. No exceptions.
You seek problems because you need their gifts.