Words of ONE  - excerpts

A book of insights for the spiritual traveller 

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Truth is not something that has to be arrived at. It is not something to be discovered. Yet it can be remembered. It is in letting go of the lies, the games of satisfying some mask, some personality constructed from the ‘should be’ or from taking on someone else’s idea of who we are, that we see what has been there all along. We already are the truth.

Just drop everything else and you’ll be free.

Truth is freedom.

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Can we start giving back now?

What would happen if every person decided to give back for every single thing they had ever received?

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A better me is a better we.

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Seeds of truth float in lightness and give birth to brightness.

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When self honours self there is no judgement. Where there is no judgement there is acceptance. Then compassion grows and it is easy to be selfless, to give and forgive. This is the field where each unique individual flowers into true love and the light within grows. As we shine in our own light we allow the brilliance of each other's truth to be known. Then in harmony we unite our diversity to know the most brilliant truth of all…We are ONE!

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Every point of perception is a portal through which the mind can enter enlightenment at any given moment.

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There are only two emotions that give birth to every human experience. These are love and fear. All reality stems from one or the other.

A fear-based reality is born from a mind that is translating a conditioned program of the past. It is a learned state supported by an analysing, judgemental mind born of the belief in separation.

Fear is an illusion, a play of the mind, bound to a belief of the past.

All illusion is a divine tool that enables self to be experienced.

Would I know love if I had not experienced fear?

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The wisdom of knowing is born of one's own individual experience. Knowledge and understanding are the result of learning from someone else’s words, which remain only a concept. Therefore seek the experience. Do not accept another’s words as truth, yet take the words and the concepts and apply them within ones’ own life. In the experience, knowing is born and Truth illumines the mind.

Until one has an experience that reveals a concept as true it is merely another theory.

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If it is freedom one is seeking then it is of great use to understand how the freedom appeared to have become lost.

If it is freedom that is desired then there is one great question to ask oneself every moment… am I being honest?

Truth IS freedom.

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Let us let go of the illusion of separation and reclaim the truth of our unity. We are not separate. We are unextricably woven together as one.

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The centre is the point where all is united. There, in the place of meeting, beyond the mind, the inconceivable is comprehended.

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It is in the stillness that all is felt.

It is in the silence that God is heard.

It is in resting in the not knowing that the knowing is born.

It is in the emptiness that one knows the fullness.

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The mind is like a deck of cards, the true self - the hand that holds the deck. If the hand rests the deck is still and remains like new, fresh and clear. Yet if the hand is constantly moving – backwards, forwards, backwards, forwards – shuffling rapidly to and fro there is no rest.

What happens if you keep shuffling a deck of cards?

They get dog-eared!

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It is in the opportunity of the free will to choose to perceive what I am not that I am able to experience what I am.

Therefore I am that which is not as much as I am that which is. For how can one be without the other? How can I be full unless I am empty to be filled?

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Thank God for the wretched. Great is the darkness that reflects the light.

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Life is eternal gestation.

There is no beginning and no end…only transformation.

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There is no separation - only the appearance in order to experience.

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Words without action are hollow, like shells cast upon the shore, attractive yet unmoving without life. It is in the being, the movement, the active energy that follows the words, that the true essence is imparted; clear, direct and undoubtable.

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I love. Therefore I exist.

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Each moment as one releases the grip of that which is not, one is born into the Beingness of that which IS.

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Can a concrete jungle of toxic proportions replace the delight of a child in a sunlit field of daisies?

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Look inside, look inside, look inside…

Everything is within.

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Perhaps we could translate Taoism (the entirety of life) into one simple presence – Nowism.

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Life is always all ways. Why limit being?

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All that ever was, is and ever will be exists right now.

I exist now.

I am all.

I love my Self.

Thank you for existing.

I love you.

I am love.

All is love.

 


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