With a broken-down oven, in a hotel kitchen, on an uninhabited island
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When I am awake I call myself a student of the occult. Though occult research is regarded as a profession less respectable than most, it is enough to provide me with an acceptable, if peripheral role in the social body.
In Jane Robert’s The Education of Oversoul Seven, Seven is undergoing a rather awesome examination that centers on the nature of reality, dreams, reincarnation and out-of-body travel.
If his words evoke for you the same renewed wonder at the possibilities of creation, the same suggestion of undreamt-of expression, unacknowledged realities, and unlimited self-realization, I might escape a little of the karmic shitstorm that comes from saying: read this book.
Just today I found that the dialogue with a book supersedes the lecture being given by it. Some compilers of books even work upon that premise.