The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - that you’d thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you’ve never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it’s as if a hand has come out, and taken yours.
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for – and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool – for love – for your dreams – for the adventure of being alive.
He will give you hints to help you understand, and remove the burden of responsibility, but still provide the spirit of life for you to undertake. If you carry his burden, He will allow you in Heaven. If you accept His commands, He will favor you. By taking on these things, you become God’s spokesman, and find union with Him. Free will is a way of thanking Him for His gift, but fatalism is simply it’s denial. Be thankful and you increase your power to act freely, give up your power and you fall into the arms of existence, and your power is gone.
The great lesson from the true mystics, from the zen monks, from the humanistic and transpersonal psychologists, is that the sacred is in the ordinary, that it is to be found in one’s daily life, in one’s neighbors, friends, and family, in one’s own back yard. This lesson can be easily lost. To be looking elsewhere for miracles is to me a sure sign of ignorance that everything is miraculous.