I Love What I Think, And I'm

Peace Doesn't Require Two People; It Requires Only One. It Has To Be You. The Problem Begins And Ends There.

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.

I Can Find Only Three Kinds Of Business In The Universe: Mine, Yours And God's. Much Of Our Stress Comes From Mentally Living Out Of Our Business. When I Think, "you Need To Get A Job, I Want You To Be Happy, You Should Be On Time, You Need To Take Better Care Of Yourself," I Am In Your Business. When I'm Worried About Earthquakes, Floods, War, Or When I Will Die, I Am In God's Business. If I Am Mentally In Your Business Or In God's Business, The Effect Is Separation.

Behold Your World! The Judgments You Believe Just Created It.

I Could Go On And On About How The Statements And Concepts That Used To Depress Me Now Bring Me Joy, But That Is Not Easily Understood For People Who Think The Way I Used To Think And Believe What I Used To Believe.