Intelligence and knowledge are worth nothing, if not less than, to you.
Creativity is a distraction.
Hard work is useless when it comes without wisdom.
I can tell you: forget all of these things and focus solely on that single trait which matters, and which is well within your power to develop -- the ability to listen.
I can give you enlightenment.
But can you receive it.
The burden is on you. If you had ears to hear -- if you could listen -- you would by now be happy as a dog, free as a bird.
Here is your situation in this life: vibrational information surrounds you. Energy and data flow about, through, and in you. It is all there for the taking, yet you do not sense most of it. This all because the mind, the great processor, organizes the natural energy into meaningless meaning, substitutes its own thoughts for sensation.
And no here’s the rub -- are you absorbing, or are you ignoring? Are you seeing and responding, or are you creating and protecting? The mind layers information on top of information. You receive energy, and energy alone, and yet your experience is made into patterns and theories and predictions and types and kinds and on and on. This is the mind that makes your perceived experience into more than the energy it is. The mind, which builds fortified towers of knowledge and reason, which groups and judges, slicing up the world into chunks of understanding.
It is a phenomenal tool if used properly; it is the ultimate destroyer if left to fester. In man, the beauty of angels and horror of demons is to be found.
The most meaningful nothings and the most meaningless somethings.
For every piece of organizing information -- that is to say for every fiction -- your mind creates, there leaves a structure that exists in your awareness, and diverts your attention from the energy around you.
Just as a child, born and locked away in a single room might see that room as all that exists, so you are when you retreat into the structures of your mind. You enclose yourself in a universe of ignorance. Far better to know nothing but see everything, than to know every crack, crumb, and color of a damp basement room.
Do not for a second think I can teach you anything new. It is you who interprets my words according to your own structures and impressions, you who judges them, and you who is to make sense of them or throw them away.
To listen to me is to hear yourself speak.
The better you can listen to yourself, the better you can listen to others. To know the knower and understand the listener is to gain the skill of listening, and of understanding.
Work at it, and you will again become open to the pure and true energy around you, and so live with the same natural intelligence, vigor, and wonder as you did when you were a child.