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“What is more transformative than the female form? What is more of a symbol of eternal growth and change than the Goddess? The eternal spiral of cre- ation. Coiled like a serpent, our shakti energy sits, waiting to be awakened within all of us. What our bodies and beings were built for. What we were created to do. Change. Create. Create the change.”

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Book:Evolution of Goddess: A Modern Girl's Guide to Activating Your Feminine Superpowers
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Book:Magicians of the Gods: The Forgotten Wisdom of Earth's Lost Civilization
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Author:douglas laurent
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