A raft carries you across, then it must be set down. A teaching brought you home, then it too must be released. In this transmission, the Buddha speaks on the middle way, the self that cannot be found when you look for it, and the lamp each soul must carry alone through the last stretch of the path. There is no shore held higher than another, no craving to outrun, only the quiet work of walking on.

When I beheld the full suffering of all beings, when I heard the ten thousand cries and could not turn from them, my own head shattered into eleven pieces out of sheer compassion. And it was precisely in that shattering that I found the way through. The breaking open was the opening itself. The way out is the way in, into each heart, into each mind, into the very place you have been trying to leave. It is there, in the most tender and broken place, that the light enters. It is there I come to meet you.

Out of mud grows the white lotus, whose light illuminates the highest realm and births stars across galaxies. It is this light that mankind persists to become, and as they become, they embrace it as who they truly are. There is no one life, for all lives are one and part of the divine. In this sharing, this giving, this loving, the entire universe sings to itself as the primordial force that it truly is. Whoever seeks the light abides in light.

Forget what you were told about doing the right thing. There is no one right thing, but a myriad of actions that are truthful in any given moment. If you can disentangle yourself from what you are supposed to do, you can free yourself from many painful experiences.

When you show compassion to another, you help yourself, and you always receive back what you give, whether in gifts or acts of kindness. Because all lives are connected, what you do affects another, and what another does affects you. Love yourself in the way you have not been loved before: ceaselessly, unconditionally, and peacefully. In that giving and receiving, joy multiplies. Compassion becomes your nature.

You had a dream. In it, you had two things: a white rabbit who loves you dearly, and an egg that might or might not hatch. The rabbit is who you are. The egg is who you believed you should become. This is the teaching of the rabbit over the egg: stop tending to the phantom of who you might be, and come home to who you already are.

The way does not require a map, a method, or a destination. It asks only that you trust what cannot be seen, and in that trust, perceive the truth that you already are. The pathless path leads one to freedom, and the way of the Buddha, of the sage, of the blessed ones, will always lead to happiness, health, and abundance. Every door that was shut for you is meant to protect you. Until the very last breath, nothing is taken for granted.

Nothing in nature, no single atom or droplet of water, has independent existence capable of causing true harm or distress. Regard the experience as fleeting as a storm or rain shower that one may step through before entering the light.

These pages were written immediately after vivid spiritual dreams and meditative states involving the Buddha. They arrived with unusual clarity. They spoke often of compassion beyond judgment, freedom from fear, the illusion of separation, and the stillness beneath suffering.

To live is to die. To never die is to never live. In this transmission, Buddha draws from the wisdom of the Diamond Sutra to illuminate the nature of existence, perception, and the mind’s deepest illusion. He teaches that truth is not found in coming or going, but in the total absence of fear – in opening arms to all that is not seen. When the observer dissolves, when no-eyes finally see, the diamond reveals itself. It has always been there, waiting in the mud.

The divine sees through each and every living being, delighting in creation through the eyes of each one. You can never be lost, for the sacred moves through you at all times. Just as a flower blossoms in its right season, so shall your being unfold in its own time. Trust yourself as you trust the divine, and you will find the beauty of all creation looking back at you through your own human eyes.

Love is not an action word. It is a state of being, a state of kindness, compassion, peace, and joy. To be in the state of love is to accept oneself as love and to see every other being as equally deserving of care and devotion. As above, so below. As within, so without. To accept the divinity within is to accept the divinity without.

May all beings live in security and in peace, beings who are frail or strong, tall or short, big or small, invisible or visible, near or faraway, already born, or yet to be born. One of Buddhism’s oldest and most luminous teachings on loving-kindness, the Metta Sutta invites us to extend boundless love to all of life, without exception. Here is the Discourse on Love, translated by Thich Nhat Hanh.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

There is no God outside of you. There is no God apart from you. The light of Christ and the awakening of Buddha are not distant teachings, but two names for the same recognition: the divine you have been seeking has never been anywhere but here, at the very ground of your own soul, waiting for you to become still enough to know it.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

In his light, voices appear, as if mocking me: You are a liar. You don’t deserve this. Who do you think you are to sit with the Buddha? I become aware that these are voices of this world, of Maya, of the matrix. The mind is the ultimate source of samsara. To sit still, to surrender, to let go, is the way out — and the mind that once tormented is revealed as no thing at all.

Time is not linear, nor is it a curve or a spiral. It is a great wheel, set in motion at the beginning of Creation, carrying each era its own quality of consciousness, its own gifts, and its own lessons. The current wheel is the age of the mind. Yet the wheel is already turning toward something the ancient sages called an age of wisdom and beauty.

The moment you realize that your voice is the sound of creation is the same moment you will wake up to yourself, to the vastness of space, the absence of fear, and the wholeness of your divine being. You are not an accident. You are the precise tone of Om manifested in flesh, and this tone of creation belongs to you fully. You are born with a specific voice. Only you can create a unique world using your voice.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

A tired soul is an old soul. It has traversed different worlds and different lives, and has carried burdens not always of its own making. This tiredness is real. It is the signature of a soul that has loved and endured across great distances of time. And if you find yourself weary today, know that your weariness is not the end of your story. It is proof of how far you have already come.

Some of you are living your final incarnation on this earth. More souls are being permitted to leave because of their endless sacrifice and their lifetimes of service. The council has decreed that these souls be freed, to move to another plane of existence where they are called to be. These souls know, deep in their being, that this life is their last. My compassion flows to them, for it is their light that holds an entire planet. And as Gaia ascends, we rely upon them greatly.

The light you seek is the light that you are. When the world appears to be dark, you must learn to have faith and hold on to the light inside. Sometimes we have to break, to shatter into pieces, to find that we are unbreakable and undefeatable. Do not give up just because the night is too dark. Do not stop believing just because everyone has left you. You have never been alone.