For what the ego loves, it kills for its obedience. But what obeys it not, it cannot kill

The arrogance of sin, the pride of guilt, the sepulcher of separation—all are part of your unrecognized dedication to death. The glitter of guilt you laid upon the body would kill it. For what the ego loves, it kills for its obedience. But what obeys it not, it cannot kill.

All therapy is release from the past

Illusion of pleasure will be the same as pain

It is impossible to seek for pleasure through the body and not find pain. It is essential that this relationship be understood, for it is one the ego sees as proof of sin. It is not really punitive at all. It is but the inevitable result of equating yourself with the body, which is the […]

Greet the summer sun than fix your gaze upon a disappearing snowflake and shiver in remembrance of the winter’s cold

How mighty can a little feather be before the great wings of truth? Can it oppose an eagle’s flight or hinder the advance of summer? Can it interfere with the effects of summer’s sun upon a garden covered by the snow? See but how easily this little wisp is lifted up and carried away, never […]

Every miracle is but the end of an illusion

Every miracle is but the end of an illusion. Such was the journey; such its ending. And in the goal of truth which you accepted must all illusions end.