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“Her mind, already frail and broken, had been wandering, fluttering about like a lost bird inside a house, unable to free itself and running into the windows in desperate hope of escape.”

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Book:Once I Knew
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“Although physical time travel is forbidden, mental time travel emphatically is not. That’s what memory is. Your eternal monadic mind was, by definition, in existence 100 years ago, so if you want to know the world of 100 years ago, “all” you need to do is access the memories of your mind from 100 years ago. When people imagine an out-of-body experience, they imagine traveling through space without their physical body (or with some “astral” body as a substitute). In fact, out-of-body experiences are overwhelmingly associated with travel through time. Every time you recall a memory, you are in a sense traveling into the past, not as a body, but as a disembodied mind. The top OBE practitioners could travel all the way back to the Big Bang! They would then be gods.”

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Book:Transcendental Magic: The Rise of the New Magicians
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“...literature does its best to maintain that its concern is with the mind ; that the body is a sheet of plain glass through which the soul looks straight and clear, and, save for one or two passions such as desire and greed, is null , negligible and nonexistent. On the contrary, the very opposite is true. All day, all night the body intervenes; blunts or sharpens, colours or discolours, turns to wax in the warmth of June, hardens to tallow in the murk of February. The creature within can only gaze through the pane—smudged or rosy; it cannot separate off from the body like the sheath of a knife or the pod of a pea for a single instant; it must go through the whole unending procession of changes, heat and cold, comfort and discomfort, hunger and satisfaction, health and illness, until there comes the inevitable catastrophe; the body smashes itself to smithereens, and the soul (it is said) escapes. But of all this daily drama of the body there is no record. People write always about the doings of the mind; the thoughts that come to it; its noble plans; how it has civilised the universe. They show it ignoring the body in the philosopher's turret; or kicking the body, like an old leather football, across leagues of snow and desert in the pursuit of conquest or discovery. Those great wars which it wages by itself, with the mind a slave to it, in the solitude of the bedroom against the assault of fever or the oncome of melancholia, are neglected. Nor is the reason far to seek. To look these things squarely in the face would need the courage of a lion tamer; a robust philosophy; a reason rooted in the bowels of the earth. Short of these, this monster, the body, this miracle, its pain, will soon make us taper into mysticism, or rise, with rapid beats of the wings, into the raptures of transcendentalism. More practically speaking, the public would say that a novel devoted to influenza lacked plot; they would complain that there was no love in it—wrongly however, for illness often takes on the disguise of love, and plays the same odd tricks, investing certain faces with divinity, setting us to wait, hour after hour, with pricked ears for the creaking of a stair, and wreathing the faces of the absent (plain enough in health, Heaven knows) with a new significance, while the mind concocts a thousand legends and romances about them for which it has neither time nor liberty in health.”

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Book:On Being Ill
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“Pythagoras wanted to hear the Musica Universalis – the Universal Music, the Music of the Spheres. The greatest minds have always understood that they can listen to the universe. The universe is a life form, a living organism. Like each of us, it has an immaterial mind and a material body. Like us, it has an intelligence and a language. Like us, it speaks. It’s up to us to listen. If we do, everything will change. Isn’t it time for humanity to undergo its great metamorphosis? Don’t you want to embark on this greatest of all journeys?”

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Book:When the Universe Spoke to Humanity: Humanity Before the Fall
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