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Our one true responsibility in life is to be awake and receptive to the eternally unfolding present moment, even as we give our full attention to what is revealed within us for its ceaseless passage through us.

In this life we are only given two things that are purely our own to use: attention and time. Sadly, most of us squander our gifts of time and attention. Rather than learning to be in command of our attention, […]

There is no “right” road to follow that leads to the realization of one’s immortal Self. If we wish to be one with a celestial consciousness, capable of responding with effortless wisdom to any demand—regardless of its nature, high or […]

The trees take in sunlight, transforming its vibrant energy into flowers that become fruits, giving rise to slow-spreading root systems that anchor both tree and soil, and growing leaves that shade the ground below for any creature seeking respite there […]

If you want to know your true and proper place in the great story of life, you must learn to read your own heart… for within it, line after line, is written all there is to know.

Measure the degree of your resistance to unwanted moments, and you also know the extent to which you’ve forgotten who you really are… and the true purpose of (your) life.

Only by our deliberate interior work to realize a world within and yet beyond our self do we make this glad discovery. . .

In this short audio clip, Guy Finley talks about some of the characteristics of free will — the capacity to choose what we love — and the higher kind of responsibility that comes with that gift.

There is a will that operates twenty-four hours a day that is for you, and a will that operates twenty-four hours a day that is against you. You’re familiar with the will that works against you. It’s that will that […]

Like a flower that emerges from rocky soil only on a fully moonlit night, truth appears—and its fragrance enriches whomever waits nearby. Then suddenly, just as it appears on no appointed schedule, it disappears again; only silence marks the empty […]