T. Scott McLeod

We find what's in our own heads.

Success doesn't come to you you go to it.

As you think and act, so your world becomes.

There is some fiction, in all fact; and some fact, in all fiction.

My belief is the belief of no beliefs. That's my belief.

This would be a secret that I would carry with me, until the day I died.

And could you, from a place of love, actually stand up and, use force, to give someone back, the suffering, they were trying to put on you? Would I do it? Maybe it would even be, an act of fierce compassion, as Enso Roshi sometimes talked about, to not take it any more. To not cow down, anymore. To let my father know, the tyrant, the aggressor, that if he hits me, I__ going to hit back, and hard.

Stand in your own two shoes.

It is all, the unfolding. Neither good nor bad, my destiny.

Let one who seeks not stop seeking until that person finds.

When you love yourself, utterly and completely, all of yourself, what you will discover then is that you love others, all others, utterly and completely.

I feel so trapped, by my ego.

Life gives you exactly what you need to awaken.

There were so many beliefs which we had about the world, which then influenced everything, everything, about how we saw the world and interacted in the world and were with others. Everything. It was profound to me, amazing, the ramifications, the implications, the far-reaching impact that one__ beliefs could have on the world. It was actually mind-blowing for me. Figuratively speaking. Like, it was just, holy shit. Look at that. And nobody, hardly anybody sees it. They__e just ideas. Ideas. And yet, I__ believed them for so long, and still, was still shirking free of them. How was it that we believed in them, so readily, so easily?

When I was young, I lacked certainty, too,_ he says. __ have the certainty, now, of not needing certainty. I have the certainty, of uncertainty. The peace, with being uncertain. All is good. All is holy. Whatever you choose, it can be fine. Hatred never ceases with hatred, but with love alone is healed. Rejection never ceases with rejection, but with acceptance alone is healed.

Praise and blame, gain and loss, pleasure and pain, fame and disripute, these are just the worldly winds of existence.

Why hold secrets? Why harbor anything? Let me just share everything with you. Let me just talk. Let me let go of the censor that is within me ... I__ tired of trying to be someone other than who I am.

Hatred never ceases with hatred, but with love alone is healed.