Quotes from Mike Dooley

Actually, no one knows much of anything at all, except: Everything is God, Thoughts become things, and Love is all.

There are no bad dogs. Every cat gets more lives.

Yet very likely, if they've strayed too far from truth, this lifetime will not nearly be long enough for them to find balance and clarity. They won't be safe, either for themselves or for others who similarly believe the world is an evil place. They'll need rehabilitation, ideally in a nurturing, supportive environment, yet if society believes this is out of reach, emotionally or financially, prisons and institutions will have to suffice.

The obsession with instant gratification blinds us from our long-term potential

I am the bird in flight And the sky it seeks, I am the sun at dawn Rising over the peaks. I am the voice you hear When the clouds turns gray, And the hand you hold When you've lost your way. And though you forget me From time to time, Even now I am with you… As you read this rhyme.

Thoughts become things. Choose the good ones!

But there's no such thing as an unchallenged life. And whether or not a person's challenges are visible to others, or greater or lesser than others may have experienced, doesn't change the fact that they exist.

Even as you peer at the world through your eyes, not from your eyes, your essence transcends the illusions.

Lasse ab von "wie". Klope weiter an Türen und drehe Steine um, aber beharre nicht darauf, hinter welcher Tür oder unter welchem Stein du das Gesuchte findest. Konzentriere dich ausschliesslich auf das Endergebnis.

Don't we already intuitively accept that every dark cloud has a silver lining? And that when you see no such lining, perhaps it's because you have more to learn, not because it isn't there?

Your thoughts will then "become" the things, circumstances, and events of your life. As pointed out earlier, they don't do this spontaneously—that would completely shatter and nullify the physical laws that otherwise keep things working orderly—but gradually. Slowly. Progressively. Mostly in concert with the physical laws.

Don't confuse staying the course with clinging to a cursed 'how'.

Dwelling upon what once hurt you will only bring new surprises, new losses, more disappointments—new reasons to be hurt.

Whosoever may torment you, harass you, confound you, or upset you is a teacher. Not because they're wise, but because you seek to become so.

That there's an ever-present, yet sometimes imperceptible, benign intelligence that pervades the enormous vastness of reality, from the center of the earth to the farthest reaches of space, yet given the immeasurable scope and seemingly impossible magnificence of just what we can detect, it's safe to say that everything has a reason, there have been no mistakes, love makes everything better, and what doesn't make sense yet one day will.

Staying the course" should not be confused with clinging to a cursed "how.

Don't abdicate this highest of all responsibilities: to think for yourself.

You are not meant to bear that which you find unpleasant; you are meant to change it. That's why you feel it. Your every twitch of pain and malaise invites you to wake up, pushing you to seek grander truths that will reveal a bigger reality and a more magnificent you, ever closer to an awareness of your true place within reality creation—as a Creator.

Your tormentors, past, present, and future, are lost in their own confusion and anguish. They didn't set out to hurt you, but to make some sense of a world that was hurting them.

You are unstoppable now, naturally more positive than negative, inclined to succeed, and born to thrive.

You must show up, be there, do your part. Only then can the Universe do its part.

There's nothing wrong with your life because sometimes you feel lost or incomplete; this means you're "normal," growing, and exactly where you "should be" and all is well. You're not handicapped by your challenges and desires but blessed by them, even if they include missing a dearly beloved who was "ready" before you … you are blessed especially when you miss such a person, for the love you knew and still know.

Eventually, religion began making up dots where no dots had ever existed.

sequences follow intention, shapes shift when you blink, and pasts are remade in each moment.