The world is like a ride at an amusement park.  And when you choose to go on it, you think its real because thats how powerfull our minds are.  And the ride goes up and down and round and round.  It has thrills and chills, and its very brightly coloured , and its very loud and its fun, for a while.  Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question - is this real, or is this just a ride?  And other people have remembered, and they come back to us.  They say, 'Hey! Dont worry, dont be afraid, ever, because, this is just a ride.'

It was a day that will remain blazingly clear in my memory, and one which unquestionably confirmed the entire direction of my life. I understood that our entire universe is contained in the mind and the spirit. We may not choose to find access to it, we may even deny its existence, but it is indeed there inside us, and there are chemicals that can catalyse its availability.

Music is the language of languages, it can be said of all the arts, there are none that more powerfully moves and changes consciousness.

I despise a world that doesn't feel that music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and philosophy.

I believe in God, Mozart and Beethoven and likewise their disciples and apostles; I believe in the Holy Spirit and the truth of the one indivisible art; I believe that this art proceeds from God and lives in the hearts of all illuminated men; I believe that he who once bathes in the sublime delights of this high art, is consecrate to her forever, and never can deny her; I believe that through art all men are saved."

Its taken 14 billion years for matter to gain the capacity to become conscious of itself. If this is true, it wouldn't make any sense that the whole point of enlightenment would be to escape from the whole process at the very instant that the universe is beginning to awaken to itself.

Spiritual practice is evolving; vision is evolving; realisation is evolving. Enlightenment itself is evolving.

As we gradually learn to harness the optimal computing capacity of matter, our intelligence will spread through the universe at (or exceeding) the speed of light, eventually leading to a sublime, universe wide awakening.

And so the arts are encroaching one upon another, and from a proper use of this encroachment will rise the art that is truly monumental.

Kites rise highest against the wind-not with it.