Retreat from God! Return to yourself! Intention is the root of the constructive force!
Cosmic powers are not your powers, cosmic intentions are not your intentions! The way of the world is unknowable! Your life is in your organs! Your life is in your hands and in your mind! Have faith in these! Our world is governed by our lives, and our lives by our intentions, if you live well you will be well!
I was not born into a religious family, nor was I ever particularly religious, and it is good that I was not, for there is no doubt in my mind I would not have thrown my life into monasticism. In a secular way, I have done so already, and I have done so many times.
But the happiest times of my life have been when I have known what I wanted, and seeking those times I have prayed that some force would show me my own heart, because I myself was unable to see it.
Unable to see it because I made no effort to search for it within myself. I had not known even to look, or had not remembered.
I have been so forgetful. There is so much of my life which I have forgotten. So much of myself too.
But one can only speak to oneself honestly, in perfect truth. And intention requires perfect truth and honesty. The words others use for you are not your words for yourself, and so only others can find truth in them.
Intention, intention, intention, one must chant the words to themself, remind themself over and over, constantly and for a lifetime.
All that is not the Good, all that some would call sin, is all illusions cast upon oneself, by the one, or by another. To forget oneself, to abandon oneself, to betray oneself, these are the most severe crimes.
Study yourself constantly, with sympathetic imagination for your own life and body. Be diligent and faithful to yourself. Remember remember remember.
Life is difficult, and there is so much superfluousness, but that is all but illusion. Be mindful and tend to yourself. There is nothing wrong with the world. Immorality is only an illusion.
So many today are lost to themselves. For most of my life I have been of their kind. Only by my own fleeting grace have I gasped above the pitch sea of confusion.
Intention is my only recompense. I must find my intention. The purpose of my life is the purpose of my life, there is nothing else. All else is illusion, all else is confusion, all I am and know is myself, and if I am not myself, and I do not know myself then I do not exist.
Right now I exist. I have existed. I am alive, I have lived. Only the future remains undefined. I will define it, or I will again cease to be.