When someone is suffering, there is a deep, visceral reaction in the core of our being, a flood of empathy and a frightfully desperate compulsion to give aid.
We all know the true beauty of people everywhere, because we have all looked into the eyes of children, and saw ourselves looking back.
Every person's true identity is beautiful, and much of the ugliness we observe in others was put inside of them by external influences.
Our minds have been poisoned and our accepted beliefs are unnatural and artificial.
All discomfort comes from suppressing your true identity.
We must throw out the old, fear-based thought-forms and evolve, and begin to live as higher beings of compassion.
The outer world is a reflection of our inner selves.
The truth is now as it was yesterday, and as it always will be, that the world is — as we are.
The battlefields of life were first meadows and gardens. We made them into battlefields, and by the same power, we must release the dark spell, so they are meadows and gardens once again.
Let us raise our hands to our hearts in the revelry and glory of friendship, respect, and common decency.
