mind-powers

What words cannot convey ... the mind can read.

I'm not letting the world - or anyone in it - determine my fate. Not anymore, at least. - Ginny

Awake my soul.Awake my spirit.Awake my desires.Awake my light.Awake my mind.Awake my hope.Awake my faith.Awake my love.

Once the powers of the mind are concentrated and turned back upon itself, as the darkest places reveal their secrets before the penetrating rays of the sun, so would the concentrated mind penetrate its own innermost secrets.

All knowledge that Science has acquired so far, has been through the concentration of the powers of the mind.

For that thought to be strong, however, it must be free of doubt, for doubt weakens the will, weakens the response of the universe, and slows the manifestation of desire.

...You see I believe in that stuff to: yoga and mystical powers. I once knew a man who could kill himself on command. Can you believe that? . . . Why do you laugh? . . . Believe it! By will of his own mind, he could make his heart stop beating for good' My neighbor poised and looked seriously at me, searching in my eyes. '...You laugh!' he repeated once more_ 'You laugh, but he was a master at it! He could commit suicide at his own will!' Indeed, hearty laughter streamed through my nose. 'Could he do it perpetually?' I asked. 'Perpetually...?' My neighbor rubbed his waxy chin. 'I mean, is he still able to do it?' 'I__ not sure I understand.' 'Well? Then is he dead_?!'My neighbor's puzzled face slowly began to transform into a look of realization. 'But sir,' he said, 'Of course he__ dead! I mean to say... this man could kill himself on command, you see. And you don__ come back from the dead!' The two of us found ourselves crossing to the door so I could let my visitor out. I slapped him with friendliness on the shoulder. 'No, you don__ come back from the dead,' I agreed.