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“Bewusstsein ist Intelligenz; Intelligenz ist die Seele; die Seele ist der Geist, das innere Wesen, und der Geist ist Gott. Bewusstsein ist also das göttliche Element, der göttliche Teil in uns. Durch unser Bewusstsein werden wir klein oder groß, steigen auf oder stürzen ab, werden eng oder weit. In der griechischen Mythologie und auch anderswo finden wir die Flügel des Adlers als Symbol für Bewusstsein. Sind die Flügel geöffnet, so symbolisiert das die Erweiterung des Bewusstseins, wir könnten es auch die Entfaltung der Seele nennen. Welchen Weg wir auch einschlagen, um auf der spirituellen Reise voranzuschreiten, ob Religion, Okkultismus, Philosophie oder Mystik, es geht immer um die Erweiterung des Bewusstseins. (S. 233)”

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