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• Longing is a song consciousness sings to itself, in order to help it remember its way home. Trace the longing back to its source. It is a thin thread of truth extending its arm out to itself. Follow this thin thread backwards, retracing its journey from the known, back to the unknown, where it was birthed, where all things are birthed.
  Susanne Marie
• Realization includes everything, the mundane and the transcendental. In true awakening, nothing stands apart and nothing is excluded. If we find ourselves in a state where something is excluded, that state, however amazing it is, is still a dualistic state.
  Enza Vita
• You have to overcome the fear of not knowing, to Know.
  Ananta Kranti
• This I-amness is the first concept, it itself is part of the illusion.
  John Grenafege
• Forget every memory that ever happened. Look at every moment as brand new… fresh now, right NOW.
  John Grenafege
• The construction of the false self has got to be seen through in order to know the truth of Being. We do this by de-construction, stripping down to our bare essence. All the while what we are remains untouched. When we know ourselves as That, then this 'me' can be itself, innocent in it's persona, a sweet personal fragrance of That.
  Susanne Marie
• “When the pillars of my limited mind collapsed, the roof caved in and I could take in the beauty of the stars.” -Brian Piergrossi from the book The Wow of the Now
  Brian Piergrossi
• Even a sense of lack is part of the completeness of this moment. Truly, nothing is missing.
  Jeff Foster
• Mind and its fleeting ‘isness’ and reality, are only when the words appear and are accepted as truth belonging to someone.
  John Grenafege
• Where there was thought to be someone, it is revealed there is no one, and out of the heart of no one there is a personal falling in love with all of it. And that is the taste, the true nondual taste, because true love ends up devouring the dream and the dreamer.
  Devaji