You move totally away from reality when you believe that there is a legitimate reason to suffer.
All sadness is a tantrum.
Reality is always kinder than the story we tell about it.
I’m very clear that everyone in the world loves me. I just don’t expect them to realize it yet.
For me, reality is God, because it rules.
An unquestioned mind is the world of suffering.
Personalities don’t love—they want something.
Sanity doesn’t suffer, ever.
You are what exists before all stories. You are what remains when the story is understood.
I’m a lover of what is, not because I’m a spiritual person, but because it hurts when I argue with reality.
Everyone is a mirror image of yourself—your own thinking coming back at you.
“I don’t know” is my favorite position.
What is is. You don’t get a vote. Haven’t you noticed?
Until you look forward to criticism, your Work’s not done.
If I had a prayer, it would be this: “God spare me from the desire for love, approval, and appreciation. Amen.”
Thoughts aren’t personal. They just appear, like raindrops. Would you argue with a raindrop?
You either believe what you think or you question it. There’s no other choice.
There are no new stressful thoughts. They’re all recycled.
Stress is an alarm clock that lets you know you’ve attached to something not true for you.
We do only three things in life: we sit, we stand, we lie horizontal. The rest is just a story.
The teacher you need is the person you’re living with.
If I think you’re my problem, I’m insane.
The world is my perception of it. I see and hear only through the filter of my story.
There’s only one thought to question: the one appearing now.
When I argue with reality, I lose—but only 100% of the time.
Everyone and everything is doing its job perfectly—no mistake.
Ultimately, I am all I can know.
Until we know that death is equal to life, we live in fear.
When I am perfectly clear, what is is what I want.
Arguing with reality is like trying to teach a cat to bark—hopeless.
How do I know that I don’t need what I want? I don’t have it.
We fear only what we haven’t understood.
There are no physical problems—only mental ones.
We never make a decision. When the time is right, the decision makes itself.
The miracle of love comes to us in the presence of the uninterpreted moment.
The last story: God is everything, God is good.
No one can hurt me—that’s my job.
When they attack you and you notice that you love them with all your heart, your Work is done.
Forgiveness is realizing that what you thought happened, didn’t.
Seeking love keeps you from the awareness that you already have it—that you are it.
Have you asked you?
Everything happens for me, not to me.
We say to others only what we need to hear.
I don’t let go of concepts—I question them. Then they let go of me.
Nothing you believe is true. To know this is freedom.
If you want to see the love of your life, look in the mirror.
Reality is always the story of a past, and what I love about the past is—it’s over.
We suffer only until we realize that we can’t know anything.
You can only see what you believe— nothing else is possible.
I could find only three kinds of business in the world—mine, yours, and God’s. Whose business are you in?
No one has ever been angry at another human being—we’re only angry at our story of them.
Gratitude is what we are without a story.
"As God, I'm watching my image. It's called you. It's called the books over there. It's called the wall. Fireplace. Everything. Okay? So I'm watching it, and I thought I was that. I thought I was God. Here's how I came in as a reversal: I wasn't born this woman for 43 years and then awakened - I was BORN. I was born at what you would call age 43. I came from nowhere and nothing. It was wiped out. I looked at my hand for the first time. I came in through a back door".
"I'm too beautiful to be nothing and no-one. Give me a mirror. Why would I deny my very self?"
"To wake up forever implies time. To wake up is just a past history apparently arising. It's old. It's to keep you from the experience now. The stories go on, but without attachment to the story. And that's what the inquiry leaves us with. The freedom of non-attachment. Internal. Detachment from the movie".
"When you look at, 'What do I get for holding the belief, I want to be enlightened,' you see you get to stay stuck in what you quote Ramana as saying is the problem ['The only obstacle to your enlightenment is the belief that you are not enlightened'. Ramana Maharshi]. And the inquiry shows that beyond a doubt… And who would you be without it? That's when you go into that space. And you can continue to hold the same concept after investigation, but without attachment, which is mostly what I experience you do anyway. You can't long for what you don't know. The concept is what you say it is".
"And I could honestly say, 'Nothing is God.' It doesn't even exist, it's just one more concept. But when a person has 'God is good, everything is God,' then everything has to fall into that pocket. It's a one-mindedness… And it's infinite. So, it's that symbol that I suggest to people.
Everything will fall into it, beautifully. And on the other side of it, when all falls into it, you come to see that it is nothing".
"For some of us, to go back to the Self is to ignore what's out there - it's a direction that would exclude. And I say, love where you are, because that's my experience".
"I'm pretending not to be non-duality. Ramana holds the place where people can understand that truth. And I pretend I don't. And there's no 'I' doing it. It's just an appearance".
"It takes an absolute love of God. Is it 'I love God,' or is it 'I love God sometimes when he's giving me the reality I want?' War is what is. It's nature. It's what is sometimes. It's not personal. If someone (God, 'what is') pulls my baby from me - if that's what it takes, I'm there. Take the baby. Tear my baby from me. Throw it in the fire. What does it take for me to get this thing? What does it take for me to understand that I am a lover of 'What is, God?' My discomfort *is* my war with God. It's my war with reality the way it is, and not the 'loss' of my baby. You see, there are no choices. What is, is. When you know that, it's over. And it's beyond full acceptance, it's the love of itself, the love of God. There is nothing terrible. Shall I say it again? There is nothing terrible. There has never been anything terrible. There will never be anything terrible. But when we get to the baby thing, we're getting down to our sacred little concepts now… Me, me, me, me in the name of the baby. I'm the one in hell. It's all about you're destroying my dream. That's all. You take my baby from me, you're messing with the illusion of I'm the mommy, this is the baby, there's the daddy, we're going to raise it, happy-ever-after fairy tale. But tearing the baby away - that's the higher. Because it snatches your story from you and makes it apparent in your face - nothing's real short of reality. The
baby's gone and you're left with you and your thinking".
"I want you to have what you want. Because that's what is. But if you come to me, and you present yourself in such a way that is asking, or is interpreted as an asking, then I am going to take that. I'm going to get your baby and I'm going to throw it in the fire, your baby love. It will
give you, beyond a concept, that which you wanted really. It will leave you as That".
"And I'm not speaking of not holding onto your baby with your arms and your cries. I'm speaking only of how you hold onto the baby internally – how loud is the screaming there?"