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“There are various levels above and below the human through which the individual soul may pass in the course of its reincarnations—the angelic, the titanic, the animal, the purgatories, and the realm of the frustrated ghosts.”

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psychotherapy east and west

This book explores the differences and similarities in psychotherapy approaches and techniques between Eastern and Western societies. It examines the historical, cultural, and philosophical foundations of these practices, offering insights into how therapy is understood and applied in different cultural contexts. more

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