When A Thought Hurts, That’s The Signal

My Mother Became A Believer, And Then I Became A Believer. But When I Was 43 Years Old, I Began To Think For Myself, Somehow, By Fluke And By Grace. And I Thought, "oh, My. I Was So Mistaken." The World Isn't What I Believed It To Be. I Am Not What I Believed Me To Be, And Neither Is Anyone.

There's No Nightmare You Can't Wake Yourself Up From.

The Ego’s Job Is To Kill Everything But Itself

Maybe Everything We've Ever Done Has Been For Love.

It's Quite An Amazing Experience To See The Same Life With And Without The Thought. We Come To See How Crazy A Thought Can Make Us When We Believe It.