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“The fundamental reality of the universe is a continuum, a unitive field or fabric of energy and consciousness that goes beyond time, space, and all forms and yet lies within them. In traditional Asian religions, this unitive field is variously referred to as Tao or Brahman. Some Native North Americans refer to it as Wakan-Tanka, the all-pervading Creator Spirit. The pre-Christian Anglo-Saxons of the British Isles called it the Wyrd. In the systems language of postmodern science, it is seen as an infinitely complex system of interrelationships or a 'web of life.”

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Green Psychology: Transforming our Relationship to the Earth

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Ralph Metzner
Ralph Metzner

Ralph Metzner is a renowned psychologist, born on May 18, 1936. He has conducted extensive research in the field of psychology, particularly in the areas of consciousness studies, psychopharmacology, and human potential development. Metzner completed his undergraduate and graduate studies at Stanford University, where he began his academic career. more

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