When I first tasted of it many years ago, I found myself moving in time . . I would say, backwards in time, judged by the costumes . . judged by the clothes. I would say it was a hundred and fifty years ago in this land of ours, in the east. I would say it was in the New England states, looking at the people that I saw.

I was taken in spirit into this place. It was a wonderful restaurant of that day . . 150 years ago. It was a Sunday afternoon; I could tell by the atmosphere. It was afternoon. I saw a table of four, two young men in their early 20’s; undoubtedly college students and then what would be their parents. Then came a lady . . she was the waitress . . bringing a tray of food to the table. She had already served the course of soup.

There was a huge, big bay window through which I could look, and through this window I could see the grass moving. The wind was blowing. It was Fall. I could see the leaves falling; they were dropping. I could see a bird in flight.

I saw other diners, and at that moment I knew that if I could arrest the activity that I felt in me, everything would stand still. I knew it! I no sooner knew it than I tried it, and I arrested not them; I arrested the activity in me . . all in my head. Everything stood still. The bird flying flew not. The grass moving moved not. The leaves falling, fell not. The waitress walking walked not. The diners dining dined not. Everyone was as dead as things in the museum . . as though they were made of clay. I examined them all; they were all dead. One moment before, they were all living, living beings, and everything was alive.

A bird in flight, if arrested, should fall, shouldn’t it, if gravitation is a law that is absolute. If it is arrested in flight, that thing should fall. It didn’t fall; it stood still, just as I had arrested it. Leaves I could see, but they did not fall. Everything stood still. The grass stood still. The waitress stood still. Well, that’s understandable; if you stop her, she can’t go through the floor.

And here are these diners, and one facing me . . the young boy, about twenty-two years of age . . he had the spoon almost to his mouth, and it was perfectly still. He could not move it. I looked at him; he looked like death itself!

Then I released that activity within me, and everything continued in its course. The bird continued in its flight. The leaves continue to fall. The waitress continued to bring the food to the table, and he brought the spoon that was here [indicating] to his mouth and completed the action. Then I knew that everything was within me; that “All that I beheld, though it appeared without, it was within . . in my own wonderful human imagination, of which this world of mortality is but a shadow. [Blake, from “Jerusalem”] It is not taking place out there at all! That’s tasting of the power.

Neville Goddard Lecture
The Power And The Wisdom

THE “LIGHT” is consciousness. Consciousness is one, manifesting in legions of forms or levels of consciousness.
There is no one that is not all that is, for consciousness, though
expressed in an infinite series of levels, is not divisional.
There is no real separation or gap in consciousness. I AM cannot be divided. I
May conceive myself to be a rich man, a poor man, a beggar man or a thief, but the center of my being remains the same, regardless of the concept I hold of myself.
At the center of manifestation, there is only one I AM manifesting in legions of forms or concepts of itself and “I am that I am”.

Il Potere della Consapevolezza
di Neville Goddard
capitolo 1

Somebody can decide whether you are happy or unhappy? Is this not slavery? Somebody can decide whether you will be a pleasant human being or unpleasant human being. Is this not slavery? What happens within you? Somebody else determines. This is the worst form of slavery, isn’t it? Isn’t it so?

It is just that, because everybody is like that, it seems to be normal. It is not. Can you see me right now, all of you? Can you see me? Just point out where I am. Use your hands and point out. Can you see me? All you got it wrong. Now, this light is falling upon me, reflecting, going through your lenses, inverted image in your retina, now you know the whole story right? Where do you see me, right now? Within yourself. Where do you hear me, right now? Within yourself. Where have you seen the whole world? Within yourself.

Have you ever experienced anything outside of yourself? Everything that ever happened to you. Darkness and light happen within you. Pain and pleasure happen within you. Joy and misery happen within you. Have you ever experienced anything outside of yourself? No. So what I am asking you is: what happens within you? Who should determine how it should happen? Somebody else? Definitely, you should determine what should happen within this, isn’t it? So if you determine what’s happening within this, your whole experience of life will be determined by you, nobody else but you, isn’t it? The events around you may not be determined by you, but how your experience of life is on this planet is 100% determined by you.

Sudhguru

Consider, if you will, that the universe is infinite. This has yet to be proven or disproven, but we can assure you that there is no end to your selves, your understanding, what you would call your journey of seeking, or your perceptions of the creation.

That which is infinite cannot be many, for many-ness is a finite concept. To have infinity you must identify or define the infinity as unity; otherwise, the term does not have any referent or meaning. In an infinite Creator there is only unity. You have seen simple examples of unity. You have seen the prism which shows all colors stemming from the sunlight. This is a simplistic example of unity.

In truth there is no right or wrong. There is no polarity for all will be, as you would say, reconciled at some point in your dance through the mind/body/spirit complex which you amuse yourself by distorting in various ways at this time. This distortion is not in any case necessary. It is chosen by each of you as an alternative to understanding the complete unity of thought which binds all things. You are not speaking of similar or somewhat like entities or things. You are every thing, every being, every emotion, every event, every situation. You are unity. You are infinity. You
are love/light, light/love. You are. This is the Law of One.

– The Law of One: book 1 – The Ra Material

[…] One day someone sent me an e-mail that upset me. In the past I would handle it by working on my emotional hot buttons or by trying to reason with the person who sent the nasty message.This time I decided to try Dr. Hew Len’s method.

I kept silently saying “I’m sorry” and “I love you.” I didn’t say it to anyone in particular. I was simply evoking the spirit of love to heal within me what was creating or attracting the outer circumstance.
Within an hour I got another e-mail from the same person. He apologized for his previous message.
Keep in mind I didn’t take any outward action to get that apology. I didn’t even write him back.Yet by saying “I love you,” I somehow healed within me the limiting hidden program that we were both participating in.

Doing this process doesn’t always mean instant results. The idea isn’t to achieve results, but to achieve peace. When you do that, you often get the results you wanted in the first place.

For example, one day one of my employees disappeared on me. He was supposed to get some work done on an important project with an urgent deadline. Not only did he not finish, but he seemed to vanish from the planet.
I didn’t take this very well. Though by then I knew about Dr. Hew Len’s method, I found it hard to say “I love you” when all I wanted to say was “I want to kill you.” Whenever I thought of my employee, I felt rage..
Still, I kept saying “I love you” and “Please forgive me” and “I’m sorry.” I wasn’t saying it to anyone. I was saying it to say it. I certainly didn’t feel love. In truth, it took me three days of doing this process before I got anywhere near a point of peace within myself. And that’s when my employee surfaced.

He was in prison. He called to ask for help. I gave it, and I continued to practice “I love you” as I dealt with him. While I didn’t see instant results, my finding inner peace was enough of a result to make me happy. […]

From the book Zero Limits
by Joe Vitale

Standing at the edge, I could feel the almost unbearable
heat penetrating my shoes. Poisonous gases were forcing
their way through holes in the volcanic ash, destroying all
life they came in contact with—as if they were so determined,
the Earth herself could not hold them back.
It was mid-morning. The volcano had erupted on the
Big Island of Hawaii—in fact, was erupting as I stood there.
Burning lava flowed into the sea, new land taking shape
before my eyes. I was watching creation, standing on newly
formed earth, earth that hadn’t been there yesterday.
I had passed countless signs along my way: ” d a n g e r !
n o e n t r y ! ” I saw them, had considered them, felt the fear
they were meant to instill, but my feet had kept walking,
fear and all. I was compelled to keep progressing toward
the heat, toward the gases so thick and sulfurous that I
could see them rising into the atmosphere—hovering above
a boiling liquid mass the hottest, wettest shade of red I
had ever seen or imagined in my life or in my dreams. I had
been inexorably drawn right here, to the edge, where redhot
lava had bubbled and spilled its way down an immense
mountain to meet the cool blue sea. Death was so close by, I
could smell it in the atmosphere, and I knew that being
alive was my personal choice.
I was not alone. My girlfriend Katrina and I had come
walking here together. After we’d scaled a massively swollen

bulge in the newly formed ground, the warning signs had
stopped, as if they weren’t needed any longer. Officials
passed us in neon orange jackets that looked drab compared’
to the hot lava pouring forth. Since we were the only civilians
who had ventured this close, the officials gazed at us
disapprovingly, but they didn’t stop us. It was as if we had
been sufficiently warned, and once we had come this far, the
risk was our own.
I stood as close to the edge as was humanly possible,
watching the seeping reddish stuff ooze and blister, spread
out into brand new surfaces, extend and define its own
boundaries. Who would claim ownership of this fantastic
display of the power of God? What person would drive
a stake into the virgin ground and try to give it a name?
Who would foolishly think they had control over the Earth
herself?
Watching the lava claim parts of the sea, I asked myself:
Does water overwhelm fire, or is it the other way around?
The world itself seemed to be shifting before my eyes, and
there was nothing to do about it but simply watch. I felt
frightened and hollow when I realized that I had always assumed
that the edge was the edge. But as I watched this
edge extend and consume everything in its path, I realized
that it all keeps moving and changing. Nothing is ever
what we think it is, not even the edge.
The lava passed dangerously close to my right foot. The
nerve endings in my toes tingled, anticipating the searing
heat that could destroy my foot, my leg, my entire body.
My breathing had become shallow. Fear had overtaken my
chest, pressing in on it, crushing my ability to reason. The
oozing gases were so strong, the mere act of breathing had
become something I needed to think about. It was crucial
that I stay connected to my breath . . .
The deeper I breathed, the calmer I became . . . until I
was shocked to discover that I wanted to jump, not into the
water, but straight into the lava. Into the creative core of the
Earth. All fear had left me. I could have done it, had my
legs only begun to move: I had to hold them in place, keep

them from pitching me forward. It was not that I wanted to
die. I didn’t. I was happy in my life and suicide was not a
part of my equation, never had been. Yet the compulsion to
heave myself into the fire was overwhelming.
My body shifted forward, trying out the limits of how far
I could go. I peered into the fire, and it was not alien. It was
a part of me, a life force so strong and compelling I wanted
to merge with it, to fly into the belly of it, to be consumed by
the heat, to be the hot, seeping, sexual, oozing fire.
“Don’t do this,” my inner voice warned me. But why
was it better to stand on this side? Both sides contained
mystery, light and darkness and infinite possibilities. Each
contained its own version of the edge.
But where would it all end? I looked around. Land
continued to form out of the fire. The edge was expanding
and moving further and further from me—showing me
that standing still was the same as retreating. So, in actuality,
standing still was impossible. I was either moving forward
or moving backward, because the very earth beneath
my feet was moving. No matter what I did or didn’t do, I
was a part of the movement, woven into the creation and
destruction of the Earth herself, even if I thought I was
standing there doing nothing.
Katrina touched my arm. I looked at her. She was feeling
it, too. Were we candidates to fly across the edge together,
the Hawaiian version of Thelma and Louise?
We turned our backs to the seduction, breathless. We had
felt the pull, the draw to our inevitable future. It would happen
one day, but not like this. This was too mad, too dramatic,
too surreal, and ultimately too meaningless. Leaping
to our death? Ridiculous. And yet—the molten syrup sizzled
behind us, beckoning.
I was tired of laboring for breath. I began to walk away
and Katrina followed. At first it was like wading through
thick pudding, straining against the tide, trying to resist the
inexplicable urge to be at the center of the cyclone. But resist
it we did, heading back across the charcoal-colored
porous ground.

Wherever I placed one foot, then the other, had once
been the edge—the fine line between here and there, between
this world and the other. Even the flattest, most nondescript
parts of this newly formed ground had, for an
instant, been as sharp as a razor. Now they were simply
part of the whole, reasonably safe and solid.
As we left the sacred territory and got closer to the mainstream
of life, officials in orange showed up once again,
eyeing us irritably, as if we were now once again their concern.
I had left no man’s land, where gases ruled the atmosphere
and fire ruled the sea. Now these people though that
they ruled—and I looked like a dissident, someone who had
broken their rules and could not be trusted. Their stem
faces were masked by an efficient demeanor that spoke of
important work to be done. But I saw the fear peeking
through, the understanding of the mortality of it all, of having
been in the awesome face of creation. They had seen
how little control they had over anything. They knew how
small they were in the scheme of things, but it was as if
they didn’t want anyone else to know.
They said nothing as we passed, since we were now
walking in what they considered the proper direction. At
least we were moving away from danger—or so they
thought.
Where is safety, if every moment of life contains its own
version of the edge? Now we were returning to the confines
of society, where decisions on mortality were no longer left
up to the individual, a world where there were laws against
dying. Perhaps fear served its purpose here. Perhaps it was
an illusion to keep us on the path, to keep us safe, to keep
us connected to the necessary lessons of life and maintain
us on our journey. Or perhaps it was simply one of God’s
stunning and mysterious ways to keep us on His time, not
our own, to keep us from getting too close to the edge.

Story taken from the book
Hot Chocolate for the Mystical Soul
101 true stories of miracles, angels and healing
by Arielle Ford

While you may have flaws, being anxious, and even being angry, don’t forget that your life is the greatest masterpiece in the world. You only fail when you stop trying.

Many people appreciate you, admire you, and love you.

Remember that being happy does not mean not experiencing ups and downs, not having accidents, having an easy job, not having disappointments in a relationship. Being happy means finding strength in forgiveness, hope in battles, a sense of security in fear, and finding love in discord.

It is not only about enjoying a smile, but also reflecting times when there is sadness. It’s not just about celebrating successes, but also about learning from failures. It’s about being happy when you are famous as well when in are not one is looking for you.

Being happy is the result of being able to explore your inner worlds rather than a product of destiny. Stop being a victim and start creating your own destiny. It’s like walking through deserts and being able to find an oasis deep within your soul. It’s about being grateful to God for the miracle of life, every single morning.

Being happy it’s not about being afraid of your own emotions and being able to talk about yourself. Accepting “no” as an answer and trusting criticism, even if when it is not justified. It’s about kissing your kids, cuddling your parents, experiencing sweet moments with your friends, even when they hurt us.

Being happy is to free the living, joyous and simple creature in us, being wise and saying “I have made some mistakes”. It is to have the courage to say, “I am sorry”. To be sensitive enough and say “I need you”. It’s to be able to say, “I love you”.

May your life become the garden of happiness … loving joy in winter and wisdom in summer. And when you make a mistake, start again. Since only then you’ll fall in love with life. You’ll find that being happy does not mean having a perfect life.

Use your tears to water tolerance. Use defeats to practice patience. Learn through mistakes with the serenity of a sculptor. Use pain to find pleasure. Make use of obstacles to open the windows of intelligence. Don’t give up … Above all, don’t give up on people who love you. Never give up on happiness since your life is an incredible show.

Extract from a book
Psychiatrist Augusto Cury M.D.
“Diez leyes para ser felices”

Many of your thoughts are not yours: are the thoughts of your ancestors, are the awareness of where you were born or the memories and experiences you already lived, and you blamed God or the Devel for your actions.

Breathe in and become aware of the fact that YOU BORROWED many of these thoughts. You must return what you owe.
How? By becoming more conscious.

Transmute all that you believe to be true and start seeing clearly. You have nothing new to learn. You only need to remember your own creative power.

The act of remembering doesn’t require revisiting your past. This pertains to the mind that requires logical answers in order to have a sense of safety and security. It is impossible to travel back in time. You exist in the present moment and you can use it to alter your past.

How?

By observing, with awareness, transmuting, integrating.
Reclaim your own Creative Natural Attitude.

Excerpt from Il codice dell’origine
Adele Venneri