Quite the paradox, I know. But there really is no time or a separate you—that's merely an optical illusion. The seeker is the sought....

⁣ Don’t allow a dreamy world fueled by rulebooks and bibles to tell you who you are or what you need to do to be free.⁣ ⁣ It's all...

What you call your body and your mind these are Divine. They aren't separate like spiritual folk, self-help guides, and religions would...

I love wordplay. What we call the world (matter) is really a projection of our minds, but the paradox is we don't have a mind. You see,...

In a world where most live through habit, conditioning, and following the leader, it can be rare to hear words that go against the grain...

There is an energy here that has no interest in past stories and no care for future ideas or imaginations. This life force doesn't kneel...

You can't find enlightenment with the mind because there isn't one here. I love you, Anna

There is no separate doer. There is only this, and this is infinity appearing finite. Warmly, Anna

The habit of time, and therefore identity, is always projecting everything outside of itself into a labyrinth of experience, believing...

Your eyes are not just your eyes. They hold the entirety of the cosmos and all the secrets of Heaven. ⁣ ⁣ No need to blush, but you are...

You say I must get rid of my ego for liberation to dawn. But how do you slay a ghost? You don't. What is coined ego is merely a habitual...

What’s beautiful is that the mind is not separate from the heart; it’s one energy that seems to appear as two when one feels like they’re...

There is no god outside of you, puppeteering your life. This god so many speak of is your breath, the beating of your heart, the radiance...

Only a scared soul needs a light to guide them through the thicket of illusory shadows. But who needs to hide and be guided when it's...

All I can do is hold up a mirror. The rest is obvious—Not mentally, no sir, but intuitively. For the mind you think you have cannot serve...

It's silly, isn't it? The ice cube symbolizes the illusory sense of doership, freewill, and self-consciousness, and the delighted water...

When you look into the eyes of a dog, you can see no one is there—just life appearing as that character spontaneously and effortlessly....

The whimsy of life is not in what you accomplish but in the recognition you are the seeker, and the sought married by the breath of what...

The world is a shimmering lake of illusory reflections that seems to beam back the embodied beliefs we were fed. When beliefs die along...

There is no separation, my love—form is formless, and that which many label God is Human. No denial, just revival. X, Anna