The truth is one…
I don’t have an interior world any more. Nor an exterior. There’s just what is.
Nice being, being nice?
Is kindness in a dream kindness?
Continuous surrender of the immediate past is required and then there is freedom…
Seated in the ground of being. Peace is freedom from thought…
Character cannot be built. It is revealed as the false is stripped away.
There is no ‘safe’.
The false ‘we’, the false ‘you’…
Memories are just beliefs.
How to be free of the past? Stop discursive thought.
There is no right to live, to survive. What you do have is the right to die; and no-one can take that away from you…