Unveiling of Truth Quotes

When we get into the spirit world, and the veil is withdrawn, we shall then perhaps understand the whys and wherefores.

You see, no one can teach anybody. The teacher spoils everything by thinking that he is teaching. Thus Vedanta says that within man is all knowledge-even in a boy it is so-and it requires only an awakening, and that much is the work of a teacher.

God's deepest secrets often miss the wise and prudent and are revealed unto babes. We say, "Children, be like your parents." Jesus said, "Parents, be like your children."

When energy speeds up there is no space for playing small, and nothing can remain hidden.

Enlightenment is not so much a hard-won achievement, much less a "creation," but instead is deep relaxation and recovery of our natural condition. You come to see the evolution of the soul, the soul's journey, as a realization of what has always been there in the first place.

Revelation can be more perilous than Revolution.

Truth never envelops itself in mystery, and the mystery in which it is at any time enveloped is the work of its antagonist, and never of itself.

I did not come here to repeat what you already know. I have come to reveal something new. I want to share with you a new revelation from God.

Sometimes I say stuff that people may see things more than what I'm seeing. I just say what God sends me, even if I don't know what I'm talking about or I can't break down the revelation of it. I just take what I receive and put it out there to the people.

The Truth must dazzle gradually or every man be blind.

I can conceive few human states more enviable than that of the man to whom, panting in the foul laboratory, or watching for his life under the tropic forest, Isis shall for a moment lift her sacred veil, and show him, once and for ever, the thing he dreamed not of; some law, or even mere hint of a law, explaining one fact; but explaining with it a thousand more, connecting them all with each other and with the mighty whole, till order and meaning shoots through some old Chaos of scattered observations.

Like a saint's vision of beatitude. Like the veil of things as they seem drawn back by an unseen hand. For a second you see—and seeing the secret, are the secret. For a second there is meaning! Then the hand lets the veil fall and you are alone, lost in the fog again, and you stumble on toward nowhere, for no good reason!

Not 'Revelation'-'tis that waits/ But our unfurnished eyes