‘I believe in all that has never yet been spoken.’ -Rilke
“The Light in which we are one does not change.”
“Be ye diligent that ye may receive the mysteries of Light.”
-Pistis Sophia [Gnostic]
‘A word of counsel to people who are seeking to demonstrate about great big things: shut up about it. Don’t talk. The world does not believe, and they reflect their doubt. Keep your power within yourself. Insulate yourself, encompass yourself with it, protect yourself with it, surround yourself with it. That is putting on the armor of faith against the false thought of the human race. Get that big consciousness if you want to do something that takes a great deal of money to do it, takes a lot of understanding, takes a lot of people engaged in it…something that [is] an awful big thing. That is the point: Do something new.’
-Love & Law: The Unpublished Teachings (2001), pp. 114-115.
‘The wound is the place where the light enters you.’
‘Today I hold a communion with this invisible Presence that peoples the world with the manifestations of Its life, Its light, and Its love.’
-Science of Mind
‘Singular isn’t about scale.
Tracy Chapman was outsold by the Doobie Brothers by 40:1. But the Doobie’s aren’t 40 times as singular an artist as she is.
Lou Reed was outsold by Van Morrison at least 40:1. But again, our image and memory of Lou compares to Van’s, it’s not a tiny fraction of his.
Singular is the one that we can tell apart, the one we remember, the one we will miss when it’s gone.
It’s entirely possible that creators with scale are also singular (like Van, or Miranda), but it’s not required. Many of the artists, leaders and teachers that have had an impact on you and on me have done so with very little popular acclaim.
It doesn’t pay to trade your singular-ness for scale.
Singular might lead to scale, but popular is not enough.’
Thank you, Kerri Kelly.
‘I used to see a butterfly in my mind’s eye every time I heard the word transformation, but life has schooled me. Transformation isn’t a butterfly. It’s the thing before you get to be pretty bug flying away. It’s huddling in the dark cocoon and then pushing your way out. It’s the messy work of making sense of your fortunes and misfortunes, desires and doubts, hang-ups and sorrows, actions and accidents, mistakes and successes, so you can go on and become the person you must next become.’