…the more I tune out the noise around me and listen to the silence within, I’m able to access an inner widsom I’ve been unaware of most of my life.  I now realize there’s a natural and intuitive knowing within me, an inner guidance arising like a whisper from my Soul.

Bhava Ram  


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 It is here that we encounter the central theme of existentialism: to live is to suffer, to survive is to find meaning in the suffering. If there is a purpose in life at all, there must be a purpose in suffering and in dying. But no man can tell another what this purpose is. Each man must find out for himself, and must accept the responsibility that his answer prescribes. If he succeeds he will continue to grow in spite of all indignities.

Gordon W. Allport


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Psychedelics are illegal not because a loving government is concerned that you might jump out of a third story window.  Psychedelics are illegal because they dissolve opinion structures and culturally laid down models of behavior and information processing.  They open you up to the possibility that everything you know is wrong.

Terrence McKenna


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I am the inferior of any man whose rights I trample under foot. Men are not superior by reason of the accidents of race or color. They are superior who have the best heart the best brain. Superiority is born of honesty, of virtue, of charity, and above all, of the love of liberty. The superior man is the providence of the inferior. He is eyes for the blind, strength for the weak, and a shield for the defenceless. He stands erect by bending above the fallen. He rises by lifting others.

Robert Green Ingersoll


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Here, then, picked out at random from the ferment of ten thousand pages and a million words–put down just as they were written, in fragments, jots, or splintered flashes, without order or coherence–here, with all its vanity, faith, despair, joy, and anguish, with all its falseness, error and pretension, and with all its desperate sincerity, its incredible hope, its insane desire, is a picture of a man’s soul and heart–the image of his infuriate desire–caught hot and instant, drawn flaming from the forge of his soul’s agony.

Thomas Wolfe


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Diagnosing and labeling people whose struggles are more environmental or learned than genetic or organic is often far more detrimental to healing and change than it is helpful…Labeling the problem in a way that makes it about who people are rather than the choices they’re making lets all of us off the hook:  TOO BAD.  THAT’S WHO I AM.

Brené Brown


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We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection. We write, like Proust, to render all of it eternal, and to persuade ourselves that it is eternal. We write to be able to transcend our life, to reach beyond it. We write to teach ourselves to speak with others, to record the journey into the labyrinth. We write to expand our world when we feel strangled, or constricted, or lonely. We write as the birds sing, as the primitives dance their rituals. If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don’t write, because our culture has no use for it. When I don’t write, I feel my world shrinking. I feel I am in a prison. I feel I lose my fire and my color. It should be a necessity, as the sea needs to heave, and I call it breathing.

Anaïs Nin


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You may have convinced yourself that giving is impossible because you have too little for yourself. If you are not generous when it is difficult, you will not be generous when it is easy. Generosity is a function of the heart, not the wallet.

Wayne Dyer

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