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“It must never be forgotten that initiatory death simultaneously signifies the end of the "natural," noncultural man, and passage to a new modality of existence-that of a being "born to spirit," that is, a being that does not live solely in an immediate reality. Thus initiatory death forms an integral part of the mystical process by which the novice becomes another, fashioned in accordance with the model revealed by the Gods or the mythical Ancestors. This is as much as to say that one becomes truly a man in proportion as one ceases to be a natural man and resembles a Supernatural Being.”

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Rites and Symbols of Initiation

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Mircea Eliade
Mircea Eliade

Mircea Eliade was a Romanian historian of religion and a prominent figure in the study of comparative religion. Born on March 13, 1907, in Bucharest, Romania, he passed away on April 22, 1986. His research focused on the history of religions, with a particular interest in the role of myth and ritual in human societies. more

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