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He said he'd heard the sound of one hand clapping. He said, once his mind took in the wondrous no-sound of holy oneness, the empty echo of eternal bliss, he was never the same. He could hear it still, he said, resounding in the ether and tickling the back of his brain. Something not normal was going on with his brain. No argument there.
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carlos-castaneda
epic-fantasy
hippies
magic
mysticism
new-age
paranormal-romance
tim-leary
zen
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When longing overtook them, they drew together and made the most intense and tender love Sarah had ever known. She was a freshly exposed nerve in the bleeding heart of Christ. He was devout in his reverent passion as her healer. Their love was a hallelujah chorus, a quiet prayer of exaltation, a holy union in the moonlight before dawn. It was here in this crystalline space that Sarah and Johnny took each other the true way to God, or they found God in each other, whichever it was.
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carlos-castaneda
criminal-stalking
epic-fantasy
genre-bending
hippie-magic-gothic-horror
metaphysical-quest
paranormal-thriller
single-mother-in-peril
telepathic-dreaming
timothy-leary
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Brenda Marie Smith |
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carlos-castaneda
don-juan-matus
teachings-of-don-juan
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Carlos Castaneda |