Everything that is outer is but a reflection of what is inner
I used to analyze myself endlessly.
The ego loves it when you do this. He offers you seductive encouragement at every turn: your feelings are all that matter, other people are stopping you from feeling good, and everything, all the guilt and anger you feel, is their fault.
We drift in and out of different roles, as it seems to me, without any sense of having made a choice in any of it. Things continue to happen, randomly, coming out of nowhere, things you never saw coming…..and on and on.
Recognize that this is all the ego’s ploy to keep you here, endlessly fussing and fretting, completely unconscious. As far as the ego is concerned, there will never be any solution to what you call your problems. Your utter absorption in them is the whole point to the ego, who is afraid you will wake up and send him and his futile misery packing.
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Stop searching in the outer realm for what you want. Everything that is outer is only the mirror of what is inner. Turn now to what is inner. Make this a conscious choice. I turn now to the inner. Makes this choice as frequently as you wish.
When your attention is tuned to the inner realm, you will see that all of your experience is chosen by you, and you will be able to make a conscious choice about what experience you want to have. This realization will be accompanied by a feeling of uncommon peace and calm. You will want to spend as much time as possible in this newfound state.
Life will change from a series of random, frightening events in which you felt you had no choice, to a rollout of perfection and manifestations which at one time you’d have deemed impossible, and which you now look upon with familiarity, hardly noticing, so focused are you on the perfection within.
You waste so much time reacting to the world you see with physical eyes. That is an endless task, as long as you let it.
Why would you let it?
The outer world is only a thrice-removed specter. You are witnessing the reactions of wishes made long ago. You are cavorting with dead forms. Why? Send away these pallid ghosts. Why warm yourself by the flame of a single match, when you could have a bonfire? Go within, to your hearth’s charity’s hearth’s fire.
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