I am ready for the rest of my life to rise.
I don’t think that any great issue ever gets resolved. I think we outgrow them.
The illuminated ones can take any form – a man, a woman, a child, an elder, or even a dog. It is not inconsequential that the English language allows for the dyslexia of the spelling of the word dog: God spelled backward.
As you allow the beloved to grow within you, you will discover a steadfastness to the spiritual journey.
Ironically, we are all too often educated out of rather than in to an awareness of the body.
Patricia Sun is a solar light of consciousness whose wisdom rays cover the world. Everywhere I travel through out the earth, I find people whose lives have been enhanced and transformed by her luminous work.
Paul Brunton was a great original and got to a place of personal evolution that illumines the pathways of a future humanity.
When we are calling forth the depth and genius of the other, then we grow.
We are sitting on a cornucopia of knowing that we had no way to access as a democracy. We couldn’t get the democratization of the human capacity before our time.
Pathos activates the eyes and ears to see and hear. At times of pathos, illness opens doors to a reality which is closed to a healthy point of view.
We tend to think of the Faustian man, the one who fabricates, manipulates, seduces and ends up destroying. But the new image will be man the creator, the artist, the player.
Human connections are deeply nurtured in the field of shared story.
We live in a description of reality.
We cannot embrace the New Mind by just sitting around and talking about it. It demands that we alter not just our thinking, but our way of living down to the smallest details.
Around my eighth or ninth year I became interested in the world’s religions. I was mathematically retarded but theologically precocious. I began to correspond with seikhs in India. After about the third letter they would ask about job opportunities in America.
Bangladesh is a world of metaphor, of high and low theater, of great poetry and music. You talk to a rice farmer and you find a poet. You get to know a sweeper of the streets and you find a remarkable singer.
I think civilization is going to get to a point where we suddenly become responsible, stewards of the whole evolutionary process. This requires domains of consciousness, not just levels and frequencies.
A myth is something that never was but that is always happening.
The ideas are secondary to the primary premise of people’s potential. I’m always in wonder and astonishment.
The wounding becomes sacred when we are willing to release our old stories and to become the vehicles through which the new story may emerge into time.