No one on any plane of existence is infallible or knows everything we need to know.

Since we have free will, we create our own reality and virtually everything is negotiable.

Jesus incarnated when our Western civilization was changing from being predominantly baby soul to predominantly young. We are now in a similar transition, from young to mature.

Obviously the choices of other people affect our lives, but we are the primary creators of our experience.

All true teachings expand awareness, not limit it.

To know someone, we must experience him, and that knowing will not exceed our self-knowledge—we cannot know someone else to a greater depth than we know ourselves.

Still, we always have some level of choice, even if it only how we react and make use of what life brings us.

With any spiritual teaching, we are working with rounded-off truths, because we cannot work directly with the whole truth—it’s too big.

As we move into unprecedented changes in our world, new and better tools are needed for meeting the challenges. The Michael teachings are one such tool.

There are such things as delusions, but not every unlikely vision that the mentally ill have is imaginary.

Don't you believe that the punishment should fit the crime? Isn't that what justice is? Letely, though, I wonder if we've gotten more into vengenance than justice.

I'm a complete hypochondriac. If my heart starts beating a little faster than normal, I think I'm having an attack.

One way to become aware many times during the day is to take a conscious breath. Doing so breaks the stream of thinking.

We have to face the fact that either all of us are going to die together or we are going to learn to live together and if we are to live together we have to talk.

Gary Snyder's The Practice of the Wild is an exquisite, far-sighted articulation of what freedom, wildness, goodness, and grace mean, using the lessons of the planet to teach us how to live.

People aren't going to throw the kind of money at certain people that they used to.

And suddenly the moon withdraws her sickle from the lightening skies, and to her sombre cavern flies, wrapped in a veil of yellow gauze.

Maybe the last human being on Earth won't die of starvation or exposure or as a meal of wild animals. Maybe the last one to die will be killed by the last one alive.

Whenever I play something, everybody just thinks that's who I am.

If I talk to rural people where I live - mostly Hispanic but also poor white - they're not sympathetic to the Black Lives Matter movement.