Our culture, a culture that denies the mystical, including mystical love,
represses Grief, which can be an opening to that Mystical Love.

We carry around a lifetime of griefs and one the hardest things to do in our culture
is admit the depth of our pain.

From all sides, we are told lies, lies about our identity,
lies about the solutions to our problems, lies about the glory of success.

The lies, institutionalized by the media divorce us from our Grief,
widening the gap between our conscious minds and
the aches that are fueling our drives.

When we can see the pain we are carrying around,
we are often so terrified, we rush back to the lies,
bouncing from one false solution to another.

Finally, the pain is so great, evasion is impossible.
We face our Grief and Healing becomes possible.

 “Desperation, let me always know how to welcome you.”

Grief does not end; my ego’s attachment to it can end.
Grief expands on the Spiritual Path, but rather than staying personal,
it focuses on and embraces the Grief of All those around us.

On our Spiritual Journey, we root ourselves in the strength of Silence
and Purity of Love, so that we can open completely to the pain of others
and help others heal.

The way out of Grief is not moving into another illusion,
but into the Healing Presence of the Divine.

Grief can be one of my most purifying agents.

But many who petition the Divine expect immediate bliss; it is often last.

How can I climb the mountain of life without facing the fact that life on the plains
is limited and full of pain.

How can I devote the stamina and ardor to the search
unless I understand that all other solutions are like painting a burning house.

Letting the Master burn down my house is a frightening act of submission
involving an heroic capacity for Grief.

What is first necessary is and exact experience of my agony.
Premature abandonment of my anguish is surrendering all possibilities to live.
 Evasion of agony is surrender to death.

Opening to my Mystical Life is opening to all the desolation in the world,
containing it within myself without fear.

Mother births Creation and to share her work is to share her pain.

As I grew spiritually, the pain of others became transparent to me.
I can see clearly and without judgment marks of evasion and wrinkles of desolation.

My heart is open in Love and Grief for everyone.
The more deeply I understood emptiness, the more courage I had to dream.

Suffering leads to Transformation.

Accept the price which is the Grief of God and God’s Love.
Paradise is here, but it can only be felt when I face mortality and embrace death,
when I live with the pain of Truth and the Love it requires.

In a world that makes suffering obscene, which tries to paper over it, many deny suffering.
Violence and vanity come from hypocrisy.

We are not taught the Truth that suffering is a prerequisite to Growth.

I can ascend only to the extent that I have the courage to descend.
What seems at first like a cup of sorrow, is found in the end to be eternal wine.

If I do not Bless and accept everything that is painful and dark in me,
I can never attain Final Wisdom, which flows from my own transformation.

I know I must bring up into the Light of Spiritual Consciousness
everything dark hidden in the depths of my subconscious.

Opening to the Mystical Life is opening to all the desolation of the world without fear.

I was in pain.

I had to grasp what battered me.
I was trapped in the movie I thought was reality.
The movie was made by my ego, my false self.

As long as I identified with the movie, I suffered.

I began to heal only when I entered the Light that was projecting the movie.