I don't think anyone knows why they meditate. As a matter of fact I'm not even sure that we do meditate. All we know is that we don't know.

At the time of death we walk through a doorway and our spirit, which is very thin, slides through into another world.

I've never met anyone who's serious about enlightenment.

To meditate with full effort, produces infinity, freedom.

With the power of one's will we stop thought and move into alternate forms of perception. We gain that power through practicing very, very, very hard each day when we meditate to stop our thoughts.

Outside of nirvana, the planes begin, the subtlest planes of light that vibrate fastest, all the way on down through the astral realms through the physical and so on.

My happiness is dependent upon light. Since light is endless, I'm bound to be happy always.