Quote from 'Invisible Acts of Power' by Caroline Myss

These are several "universal truths" according to Caroline Myss from her book Invisible Acts of Power:

• You are where you are supposed to be and in every moment there is an opportunity to serve another or to receive support.
• There are no such things as coincidences or accidents. Look for the meaning in your synchronistic encounters.
• Any form of assistance you offer is an act of healing.
• Anything you do for others, as well as the support you receive in your own life, has healing consequences for the whole human community.
• You will always receive help within a second of a prayer. To recognize the help, you must see everything in your life from that second on as a part of the answer to your prayer.
• Everything you do consciously is an invisible act of power.
  

Building a Field of Grace -- by Caroline Myss

Ken Wilber on Forgiveness

From Ken Wilber's Grace and Grit:

I always liked the Course’s reliance upon forgiveness as a way to remember the true Self. This is a somewhat unique approach, found in a few of the other great wisdom traditions, which usually stress some form of awareness training or devotion. But the theory behind forgiveness is simple. The ego, the separate-self sense, is not just a cognitive construct, but also an affective one. That is, it is propped up not just by concepts but by emotions. And the primal emotion of the ego, according to this teaching, is fear, followed by resentment. As the Upanishads put it, “Wherever there is other, there is fear.”

In other words, whenever we split seamless awareness into a subject versus an object, into a self versus an other, then that self feels fear, simply because there are now so many “others” out there that can harm it. Out of this fear grows resentment. If we are going to insist on identifying with just the little self in here, then others are going to bruise it, insult it, injure it. The ego, then, is kept in existence by a collection of emotional insults; it carries its personal bruises as the fabric of its very existence. It actively collects hurts and insults, even while resenting them, because without its bruises, it would be, literally, nothing.

The ego’s first maneuver in dealing with this resentment is to try to get others to confess their faults. “You hurt me; say you’re sorry.” sometimes this makes the ego temporarily feel better, but does nothing to uproot the original cause. And as often as not, even if the person does apologize, the likely result is now hatred of them. “I knew you did that to me; see, you just admitted it!” The fundamental mood of the ego: never forgive, never forget.

What the ego doesn’t try is forgiveness, because that would undermine its very existence. To forgive others for insults, real or imagined, is to weaken the boundary between self and other, to dissolve the sense of separation between subject and object. And thus, with forgiveness, awareness tends to let go of the ego and its insults, and revert instead to the Witness, the Self, which views both subject and object equally. And thus, according to Course, forgiveness is the way I let go of my self and remember my Self.

Heaven and Hell

This is a quote by Ken Wilber from the forward to Caroline Myss' book, Entering the Castle:

"Hell is identification with the outer self. Hell is not a place; hell is not somewhere that we go when we are dead; hell is not punishment handed out to us by something or someone else -- it is rather our contracting, sinning, separating activity of choosing the wrong self to identify with. We identify with that which we are not, we identify merely and only with the empirical ego, the self that can be seen; and that puny, finite temporal, limited, and lacerating identity is nothing other than hell. Hell is a horrendous case or mistaken identity. We have forgotten who and what we are, a transcendental self plugged straight into spirit, speaking with the words of God and shining with the radiance of the Goddess. But we identify only with the finite self, the objective self, the self that can be seen, and not the self that is the seer, divine and infinite and eternal.

Heaven is the discovery and realization of the inner divine self, the supreme identity. The mystics East and West have long proclaimed that the Kingdom of Heaven is within -- because the simple fact is that I AMness is Christ Consciousness, spirit itself, the Godhead in me and as me. The true self in each and every one of us is the true self that Jesus of Nazareth realized -- "I and the Father are one" -- and that realization, quite simply, transformed him from a temporal Jesus into an eternal Christ, a transformation that he asks us to remember and repeat ourselves.

Of course, this does not mean that my empirical ego is Christ, or that my personal self is Christ. To believe that is, indeed, a schizophrenic delusion. Nobody is saying that my personal self is spirit, but rather that the transcendental witness of that personal self is one with spirit in all beings. Your transcendental self is Christ; your personal self is you."

Quote from 'Gift from the Sea' by Anne Morrow Lindbergh

The beach is not the place to work; to read, write, or think. I should have remembered that from other years. Too warm, too damp, too soft for any real mental discipline or sharp flights of spirit. One never learns. Hopefully, one carries down that faded straw bag, lumpy with books, clean paper, long over-due unanswered letters, freshly sharpened pencils, lists, and good intentions. The books remain unread, the pencils break their points, and the pads rest smooth and unblemished as the cloudless sky. No reading, no writing, no thoughts even – at least, not at first.

At first, the tired body takes over completely. As on shipboard, one descends into a deck-chair apathy. One is forced against one’s mind, against all tidy resolutions, back into the primeval rhythms of the sea- shore. Rollers on the beach, wind in the pines, the slow flapping of herons across sand dunes, drown out the hectic rhythms of city and suburb, time tables and schedules. One falls under their spell, relaxes, stretches out prone. One becomes, in fact, like the element on which one lies, flattened by the sea; bare, open, empty as the beach, erased by today’s tides of all yesterday’s scribblings.

And then, some morning in the second week, the mind wakes, comes to life again. Not in a city sense – no—but beach-wise. It begins to drift, to play, to turn over in gentle careless rolls like those lazy waves on the beach. One never knows what chance treasures these easy unconscious rollers may toss up, on the smooth white sand of the conscious mind; what perfectly rounded stone, what rare shell from the ocean floor. Perhaps a channeled whelk, a moon shell, or even an Argonaut.

But it must not be sought for or – heaven forbid! – dug for. No, no dredging of the sea-bottom here. That would defeat one’s purpose. The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. To dig for treasures shows not only impatience and greed, but lack of faith. Patience, patience, patience, is what the sea teaches. Patience and faith. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach – waiting for a gift from the sea.

Sorting the Seeds

This is a quote from Jungian analyst Marion Woodman's The Pregnant Virgin:

Sorting the seeds is a daily process of ruthless honesty that allows us grain by grain to discover our Being. the Latin verb esse means "to be"; thus in discovering our Being we are discovering our essence. This is a monumental task when we have spent our lives Doing, especially when Doing has become an escape from Being because Being is experienced as nothingness.

Again and again we have to say to ourselves: What was my feeling in that situation -- not my emotions, my feeling? My emotions may support my feeling, but emotions are affective responses determined by complexes, momentary reactions to an immediate situation. Feeling, on the other hand, evaluates what something is worth to me. What am I willing to put energy into ? What is no longer of value to me? What did I really feel when the boss fed me Smarties today? I've always enjoyed them before, but today I felt him saying, "Be a good little girl. Keep quiet. Don't bother me." Why am I depressed? (Follow the depression back to where I betrayed my own feeling and turned my energy against myself). Is it possible my lover is not the man I thought him to be? Does he see me at all? Am I projecting my own inner man onto him? Am I forcing him to take responsibility for my undeveloped talents? Am I treating my body as my mother treated hers? Am I thinking like my father? Where am I blindly reacting as they did? Where am I still reacting childishly? Is my anger coming from my gut or my head? Is it feminine anger or animus anger? (Feminine anger cleanses; animus anger leaves me tense.) Guided by the response of the unconscious as revealed in dreams, we differentiate grain from grain, question after question, until one day we find our own authentic voice.