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“You want me to talk about love, to give you a hold, something to feel, to admire or obtain. I will not give you a straw to grasp, and in this emptiness you will be taken by yourself. You are love so don’t try to be a lover.”

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Book:Who Am I?: The Sacred Quest
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Who Am I?: The Sacred Quest

This book delves into the profound questions of human existence, examining the nature of self and the quest for spiritual understanding. more

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Jean Klein
Jean Klein

Jean Klein was a renowned spiritual teacher, born in October 1912 and passed away on February 22, 1998. His teachings, known for their profound insights and concise expression, have influenced countless individuals seeking spiritual growth. more

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