In mysticism we reorder those awarenesses. We combine and recombine them endlessly. We assemble them so we can experience aspects of the universe that most people will never know.

None of this has ever been or will ever be; all is an appearance, all is an illusion. Illusions are truth. All illusions are real. We say illusion, meaning that they're shadows.

Those who scorn and hate the world and hate themselves miss the point. The point was that there wasn't one. There was no place to go to.

We are luminous beings. Beneath our transient physical bodies we are made of intelligent light.

Freedom is within oneself. But to get beyond the thoughts and desires requires power.

If you follow anything far enough in the universe, it will eventually lead to light.

Within an atom there can be a billion kingdoms, endless. But all of them are bound by the cycle of birth and death. They all come into being for a while and then vanish.