-What happened yesterday no longer troubles me; it slips into the background as something insignificant, unnecessary. As if I put aside a book I've already read back on the shelf.

I place that read book, look at the bookcase, and am struck by the number of books on each shelf of the vast bookcase of my life. Some have more, some less.

But all those books are myself; they are my history of development and self-knowledge, my discovery of myself as the unified Divine Higher Self. As the understanding and feeling of myself as an integral part of one great field of energy.

I look at those books with a catching of the breath, with inspiration, without regret, bitterness, or sorrow. I look at them with pride.

There are new books—whose pages are entirely new, which I have read only once, skimming, and immediately put away. As if afraid that someone will catch me reading this book, reading those chapters. I hide them.

Other pages I have re-read many times—ancient, written in ink on papyrus. These are heavy books. Just the same I read them and put them back on the shelf.

-What kind of books are these?

-These books are myself; each of them is me in various manifestations. Like many I’s joined in one moment and in one space of being. Like a single point here and now, manifested by me in my dimension.

All these books are an important part of myself. They must not be thrown away or burned; they need to be reread, realized, understood, and accepted as part of myself.

Those books reflect my pain, reflect my love, my aspirations, dreams, and deeds behind which lies my personal growth, my knowing of myself and the world around me, my striving to comprehend all that exists—the vast system of the universe—and to know myself.

As parts of the whole divine phenomenon, parts of the Divine light that penetrates, vivifies, heals, foresees, and guides me along the true path of knowing myself as the higher consciousness of the Divine principle, the great power of the Absolute.