Through the round of many births I roamed without reward, without rest, seeking the house-builder. Painful is birth again and again. House-builder, you’re seen! You will not build a house again. All your rafters broken, the ridge pole destroyed, gone to the Unformed, the mind has come to the end of craving
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The spine is the highway to the Infinite. Your own body is the temple of God. It is within your own self that God must be realized.
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23. If human beings ejaculate their semen, then, as electric batteries, they discharge themselves and totally fail in the Great Work ...
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The one who loves all intensely begins perceiving in all living beings a part of himself. He becomes a lover of all, a part and parcel of...
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