You are never bereft of your inner guidance.

What magicians we are, turning darkness into light, transforming invisible atoms into dazzling theater of the world, pulling objects, (people as well as rabbits) out of secret microscopic closets, turning winter into summer, making a palmful of moments disappear through time's trap door. We learned the methods so long ago that they're unconscious, and we've hypnotized ourselves into believing that we're the audience, so I wonder where we served our apprenticeship. Under what master magicians did we learn to form reality so smoothly that we forgot to tell ourselves the secret?

You are given the gifts of the gods; you create your reality according to your beliefs.

You must begin to trust yourself sometime. I suggest you do it now. If you do not then you will forever be looking to others to prove your own merit to you, and you will never be satisfied. You will always be asking others what to do, and at the same time, resenting those from whom you seek such aid.

Dreams can be like charades in which we act out words rather than see or speak them.

Within your physical atoms the origins of all consciousness still sings.

I kept looking for a logic that would explain life. It never occurred to me that instead love is the vital synthesis.