Best 304 quotes in «metaphysical quotes» category

Every name is an alias, a mask behind which to plan crimes as we smile and speak the usual nonsense.

Fear nothing; the Spirit of Love will give you wings.

Fear and superstition were not the tools of witches but rather the tools of those who persecuted them.

Fire is the voice of god, speaking in tongues. Fire is the liberator of water, slipping the earthly bonds. Fire is the memory of stone, being released to the heavens. Fire is the mother of the Earth, born of desire. Fire is the seducer of wind, dancing in abandon for its beloved. Fire is the illuminator, the protector, the destroyer, and the giver of all life.

First rule of spirituality - thou shall not believe in your own bullshit.

For it is from love that we are born. And to love that we must return. This is the journey of the soul we call Life. You Are The Answer, pg.5

God of blind believers is most likely to be cock-eyed.

Everything has happened, is happening, and will happen FOR YOU (if you BELIEVE and ACTIVELY LIVE by this mentality)!

First of all, no messiahs are sent. Secondly, no messiah got it. Lastly, no messiah is. And if there ever was or is, maybe I too am it. As too is every dimwit.

God Father (the Creator) geometrizes, God Mother (Nature) fractalizes.

God, the Creator of everything, is not a person but a power and presence whose work is based on definite principles which we call ‘Cosmic Laws’ or ‘Natural Laws’ or ‘Universal Laws’.

He knew perfectly well (even if he wasn’t inclined to admit it) that the material body had a spiritual aspect. He knew that “spirit,” however explained, was real, because of his own undeniable experiences—which, though he might suppress them, he couldn’t altogether erase from memory.

He is romantic—romantic,” he repeated. “And that is very bad—very bad. . . . Very good, too,” he added. “But is he?” I queried. ‘“Gewiss,” he said, and stood still holding up the candelabrum, but without looking at me. “Evident! What is it that by inward pain makes him know himself? What is it that for you and me makes him—exist?” ‘At that moment it was difficult to believe in Jim’s existence—starting from a country parsonage, blurred by crowds of men as by clouds of dust, silenced by the clashing claims of life and death in a material world—but his imperishable reality came to me with a convincing, with an irresistible force! I saw it vividly, as though in our progress through the lofty silent rooms amongst fleeting gleams of light and the sudden revelations of human figures stealing with flickering flames within unfathomable and pellucid depths, we had approached nearer to absolute Truth, which, like Beauty itself, floats elusive, obscure, half submerged, in the silent still waters of mystery. “Perhaps he is,” I admitted with a slight laugh, whose unexpectedly loud reverberation made me lower my voice directly; “but I am sure you are.” With his head dropping on his breast and the light held high he began to walk again. “Well—I exist, too,” he said.

Having vision is much more than just being visual.

Having your cake and eating it too is how Life was meant to be. Everything is possible. And the things we want the most are not only possible, they're highly probable.

He nods, then squints across the room. "Not all those who wander are lost," he says. He's still squinting. I wonder if he's practiced this squint - a squint-stare off into the metaphysical distance. I'm realizing he's kind of handsome. But then again, it might just be that he cares about something. "What is that?" I ask. "Did Jesus Christ say that?" "No," he says. "Bilbo Baggins said that.

Holding onto misery only brings more misery into focus. All possibilities exist. But the mind has only room for one thing at a time.

Here we go,” Phoenix said, turning back to Nora. “Try not to let this room scare you.

Human beings are incredibly slow, Cosmic Ordering is incredibly fast!

I am wondering, do you think of me?

How did I get IT? Well, I had the balls enough to cry, howl and beg for 'It'. This is the only Way. Get it!

If absence makes the heart grow fonder, then DO NOT be afraid to LEAVE someone who is messing with YOUR MOOD in a detrimental way.

His mission is not to wait until the world ends, but to find a way to the other side before it does. To prop open the door before it can be locked. To tie a suture before the fatal wound is made. To let in the moonlight before the sun is allowed to rise.

If a religious book makes you harbor ill thoughts about those with differing faith, then, you're reading the wrong crap of late.

I feel as though dispossessed from the semblances of some crystalline reality to which I’d grown accustomed, and to some degree, had engaged in as a participant, but to which I had, nevertheless, grown inexplicably irrelevant. But the elements of this phenomenon are now quickly dissolving from memory and being replaced by reverse-engineered Random Access actualizations of junk code/DNA consciousness, the retro-coded catalysts of rogue cellular activity. The steel meshing titters musically and in its song, I hear a forgotten tale of the Interstitial gaps that form pinpoint vortexes at which fibers (quanta, as it were) of Reason come to a standstill, like light on the edge of a Singularity. The gaps, along their ridges, seasonally infected by the incidental wildfires in the collective unconscious substrata. Heat flanks passageways down the Interstices. Wildfires cluster—spread down the base trunk Axon in a definitive roar: hitting branches, flaring out to Dendrites to give rise to this release of the very chemical seeds through which sentience is begotten. Float about the ether, gliding a gentle current, before skimming down, to a skip over the surface of a sea of deep black with glimmering waves. And then, come to a stop, still inanimate and naked before any trespass into the Field, with all its layers that serve to veil. Plunge downward into the trenches. Swim backwards, upstream, and down through these spiraling jets of bubbles. Plummet past the threshold to trace the living history of shadows back to their source virus. And acquire this sense that the viruses as a sample, all of the outlying populations withstanding: they have their own sense of self-importance, too. Their own religion. And they mine their hosts barren with the utilitarian wherewithal that can only be expected of beings with self-preservationist motives.

If change is what you're after, unify your broadcast and quit muddying up the signals with thoughts that contradict your preferences. The experience of happiness, love and abundance is actually the default Life design. It's already available. You just need to clean out the debris that's blocking your view.

If this is a dream, I hope I remember it.

I felt the smile grow from within, starting in my chest and making its way up to my face. If what the guru had said about auras and energy was accurate, I must have been glowing.

If your fancied god behaves and talks like a lunatic, could you be otherwise? Think. Let go silly beliefs. Be wise.

I have met the devil - he is not!

I hear you whispering, "Will she come?

I fell in love with you and I saw the light.

If you do not want others to laugh at your inherited god and faith, then, do not follow a hateful and stupid, a man-made sod and ism, mate.

If you do not grasp, intellectually or spiritually, the 'One' in All, you would've lived and died as your former self - ape, et all.

If you feel like you don't fit into the world you inherited it is because you were born to help create a new one.

If you follow a foolish ism, how are you an intelligent being?

If you seriously believe that your imaginary guy up in the sky told you to kill people of a differing faith and religion, your illusory pal is a dickhead. And of course and therefore, analogically speaking, so are you, shithead.

If you say your ancestral god is true, well then, my imaginary pal up there, Mr. NOT, is too. Oh! And my Mr. NOT says it is the duty of his ism's faithful to kick the butt of every other god, and of this illusory fellow's followers, like you. NOW, is ALL THIS it okay with YOU?

I had an enemy - myself. Getting rid of the ego-self, in came the Self. Now, here, there, everywhere is nothing else. Just One Self.

I know you know I like you.

I loved you and the next day I saw a rainbow.

I loved you, because we are the same.

I love you and your hate-spouting, utterly intolerant lovely little toad! Are you sure he is really the one and the only god? For, even an idiot could have done a better job, choosing a more sane little bugger off the road.

Il senso della ricerca sta nel cammino fatto e non nella meta; il fine del viaggiare è il viaggiare stesso e non l'arrivare.

I'm in a strange circle of love.

I'm only a girl with metaphysical soles.

In order to survive as a race, as a planet, you must learn to share light. There is no other way.

I love like Sleeping Beauty.

I love you like I have never loved before.

Imagination is essential to loving a metaphysical God.