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“The consciousness of the 'Self' makes us calm. The 'Self' emerges as a mirror within us and helps us realize reality in its true form. It creates a vision and helps us feel the truth underneath the visible fact. The language of reality lying in deep is very different. Only the conscious 'Self' can understand it in silence.”

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Book:A Wallflower Christmas
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