WITHIN

I turn away from the world about me to the world of consciousness that lies within. 

I shut out all memories of the past, create no images of the future. I concentrate on my being, on my awareness. I slide deep into the very recesses of my soul to a place of utter repose. 

Here I perceive fact in the making, I am conscious of the one being from which all beings spring. I know that this is immortal self, this is God, this is me. I am, I always was. I always will be. 

All men, all things, all space and time and life are here in the depths of my soul. Smaller than small, greater than great, meet and unite in me. That which I thought I was, ego, I never was at all, for it was a changing thing, mirroring the seasons and the tides, a thing of time or circumstance. 

I am spirit, pure and eternal, birth-less, deathless, and changeless. I am patient, for I am all time: I am wise, for I contain knowledge of all things. I know not pain, for I see there is no beginning and end. 

I am rich, for there is no limit to the abundance I may create from my very self. 

I am successful, for I need only think to achieve. 

I love and and I am beloved for all things are myself and I am all things. 

I write, I fuse, I become one with universal subconscious mind. The mask of vanity and ego I shall never wear again. I perceive the magnificent sweller at the centre of my consciousness and I know him to be my very self. Time and space and shadow and substance; What matter these? God is Me. 

-Handwritten on a piece of paper given to me by my mother - I carry with me everywhere.