When you are not following dharma, then you will not be at peace. You will not be happy. The simplest things will seem to be endless obstacles.

I'm an observer of life. I like to watch people, and I like to watch cactus. I like to talk to mountains and communicate with my friends in the other spheres and dimensions.

The best things in life are free. Sunsets and sunrises are free. Air is free. Love is free. Death is free. The best things in life are free.

Learn to be happy in any and all circumstances, whether you're experiencing pleasure or pain, whether there's loss or gain, whether the world loves you or hates you. Learn to be happy.

The Winter Solstice is the time of ending and beginning, a powerful time -- a time to contemplate your immortality. A time to forgive, to be forgiven, and to make a fresh start. A time to awaken.

The heart chakra is the central chakra.

Long before the advent of what scientists and scholars consider to be the beginning of human civilization, there was an age undreamed of ... the age of Atlantis.

As the kundalini rises, the knowledge and powers of those dimensions will begin to come to you.

Atlantis was destroyed by the greed of its inhabitants.

We live in an age that's repeating itself endlessly. We're getting closer again to the techno-chic world we saw in Atlantis that occurs in countless planes. It's indigenous to enlightenment.

The members of the Mystery school, during the time of Atlantis, had psychically seen the subsequent ages of darkness.

A utopia cannot, by definition, include boredom, but the ‘utopia’ we are living in is boring.

Isn't killing people in the name of God a pretty good definition of insanity?

A zen master's life is one continuous mistake.

Beware of begging God for things you don't have to have.

What he brought out was a wooden gag they put in someone's mouth before doing something drastic, like cutting off a leg.

I was a tomboy, not a girlie girl.

The ultimate truth is so simple; it is nothing more than being in one’s natural, original state.

I'm human. I'm going to miss shots, ... When I miss four (in a row), I've got to feel I can make the fifth one.

It is strange how a memory will grow into a wax figure, how the cherub grows suspiciously prettier as its frame darkens with age-strange, strange are the mishaps of memory.

To treat life as less than a miracle is to give up on it.