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“I was educated at Cambridge. How admirable is the Western method of submitting all theory to scrupulous experimental verification! That empirical procedure has gone hand in hand with the gift for introspection which is my Eastern heritage. Together they have enabled me to sunder the silences of natural realms long uncommunicative. The telltale charts of my crescograph2 are evidence for the most skeptical that plants have a sensitive nervous system and a varied emotional life. Love, hate, joy, fear, pleasure, pain, excitability, stupor, and countless appropriate responses to stimuli are as universal in plants as in animals. - Jagadis Chandra Bose”

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Autobiography of a Yogi

This book is an autobiographical account of the Indian yogi and guru Paramahansa Yogananda. It describes his early life in India, his spiritual training under his guru Sri Yukteswar, and his eventual journey to the United States to spread the teachings of Kriya Yoga. The narrative includes stories of miraculous events, meetings with various spiritual figures, and insights into the philosophy of yoga and meditation. First published in 1946, it has been widely influential in introducing Eastern spirituality to the Western world. more

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