The Reality Is That I Am The

Love Is A State Of Being, And In That State, The 'me', With Its Identifications, Anxieties, And Possessions Is Absent. Love Cannot Be, As Long As The Activities Of The Self, Of The 'me', Whether Conscious Or Unconscious, Continue To Exist.

Only The Free Mind Knows What Love Is.

The Moment You Venture Out, Something Takes Place In You And About You. Life Comes To Your Aid In Various Ways. You May Not Like The Form In Which It Comes To You - It May Be Misery, Struggle, Starvation - But When You Invite Life, Things Begin To Happen.

Why Is One A Slave To Thought ? Why Has Thought Become So Important In All Our Lives -thought Being Ideas, Being The Response To The Accumulated Memories In The Brain Cells? Perhaps Many Of You Have Not Even Asked Such A Question Before, Or If You Have You May Have Said, "it's Of Very Little Importance- What Is Important Is Emotion." But I Don't See How You Can Separate The Two. If Thought Does Not Give Continuity To Feeling, Feeling Dies Very Quickly. So Why In Our Daily Lives, In Our Grinding, Boring, Frightened Lives, Has Thought Taken On Such Inordinate Importance?

Can The Mind Resolve A Psychological Problem Immediately?