And could you, from a place of love, actually stand up and, use force, to give someone back, the suffering, they were trying to put on you? Would I do it? Maybe it would even be, an act of fierce compassion, as ENSO Rossi sometimes talked about, to not take it anymore. To not cow down, anymore. To let my father know, the tyrant, the aggressor, that if he hits me, I’m going to hit back, and hard.

— T. Scott McLeod

As you think and act, so your world becomes.

— T. Scott McLeod

Can you allow yourself to be impaled on the present moment?

— T. Scott McLeod

Do you want love, or do you want control?

— T. Scott McLeod

Hatred never ceases with hatred, but with love alone is healed.

— T. Scott McLeod

I am not alone, in my aloneness.

— T. Scott McLeod

I don’t know where I’m going on this path. I don’t know what I’m doing with my life. You had to be lost, before you could be found. These are the truths. You had to be confused, before you could find clarity; you had to suffer, before you could find peace. These were the only ways, life could happen. Of course, you were confused before you found clarity. If you weren't confused, then you would already be clear. Of course, you were lost before you were found. If you were already found, then you wouldn't be lost. Of course there would be suffering before peace. If there was already peace, then there wouldn't be suffering. One necessarily came before the other.

— T. Scott McLeod

I feel so trapped, by my ego.

— T. Scott McLeod

If you go to war with your mind, you will always be at war.

— T. Scott McLeod

I loved ENSO Rossi’s teachings. I loved learning about life. Furthermore, I loved life. It was a good thing to feel. I loved life, and I loved learning, and I was still learning. I was not, yet, done. At the end of our journeys, there would be an end to the journey. Maybe. If I was lucky. If providence shone down upon me gently. I would find love. I would find acceptance. Complete love. Complete acceptance. I would know, that the self, is an illusion. I would come to enlightenment, but that would also mean, there would be no ‘I’ there. Furthermore, I would realize that the ‘I’ was an illusion, all along, just like some great dream. This is what the wise sages say, the great teachings, the mystical teachings, not only from the East, but also from the West. The Gospel of Saint Thomas. Thomas Merton. Thomas, like I was Thomas, and also doubting, the main reasons I’d chosen the name. If nothing else, it was lovable, just as it is. My life. Even the parts I didn’t love, could I love them? The struggles. It was all part of the journey, and would I not look back fondly on this, at some time? Look at how arduous and sincere I’d been. Look at how worried I’d been. Look at how insecure I’d been. Look at how I’d struggled. Trying to find my way. Would I not look back upon myself, affectionately and fondly and with love?

— T. Scott McLeod