Everything of this life as a mortal is fiction. It seems real, but...

Within each of us lies the power of our consent to health and sickness, to riches and poverty, to freedom and to slavery. It is we who control these, and not another.

Listen,' he said. 'It's important. We are all. Free. To do. Whatever. We want. To do.

You have the freedom to be yourself, your true self, here and now, and nothing can stand in your way".

To me, one of the most profound questions we can ask is: "So what?" And so what if there's an indefinite number of worlds with alternate "us-es" in them? The "so what," to me, comes alive when I ask myself: "What if I could find a way to get in touch with those alternate mes who made those choices?" That is, persons who, if I saw them now, I wouldn't even recognize because their choices, once small, have multiplied to make them such different people.

When you dream, all the scenery, characters, events, perils, and outcomes are built from your own consciousness, the darks and oppressions as well as the delights. Same with the world awake, though it takes you longer to build it.

Every person, all the events of your life are there because you have drawn them there. What you choose to do with them is up to you.