
A little death. Petit mort, if you will.
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Thu 24 Apr 2008, 12:43,
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Fear is the little-death which brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
When it is passed, I will turn the inner eye to follow its path.
Where it has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.
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Thu 24 Apr 2008, 12:45,
archived)
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
When it is passed, I will turn the inner eye to follow its path.
Where it has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.