When I Believed My Thoughts

The World Is As You Perceive It To Be. For Me, Clarity Is A Word For Beauty. It’s What I Am. And When I’m Clear, I See Only Beauty. Nothing Else Is Possible.

Rather Than Understand The Original Cause-a Thought-we Try To Change The Stressful Feelings By Looking Outside Ourselves.

One Morning As I Lay Sleeping On The Floor, A Cockroach Crawled Over My Foot. And I Opened My Eyes Out Of This Dead Sleep - About A 43-year Sleep - And In Place Of All That Darkness Was A Joy That I Can't Describe.

The Mind Is So Tricky. It Will Say, "no One Cares. Is It True? Well, Someone Does. Let's See: So-and-so Doesn't Care. Well, Maybe They Do. Well, There Is Someone Who Doesn't Care." It Just Shifts And Shifts And Shifts, So It Can Keep All Of Its Concepts Intact.

When A Thought Hurts, That’s The Signal That It Isn’t True.