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“Truth is not an idea, belief, concept, memory that we have acquired in order to have security. Happiness and freedom is not found in acquired ideas that always have opposites and references to an image, past or future. We have to leap into the unknown to find what we truly want”

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Book:Pathways to Perfect Living
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Pathways to Perfect Living

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Vernon Howard
Vernon Howard

Vernon Howard was an American author known for his work in the fields of self-help and metaphysics. Born on March 16, 1918, he gained recognition for his teachings on personal development and the power of the mind. Howard's writings have inspired many, and his philosophy continues to influence individuals seeking self-improvement. He passed away on August 23, 1992. more

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