The Silent PulseGibbs Smith, 2009 Back in print with exciting new content from one of the leading spiritual theorists in the world, The Silent Pulse uses quantum physics to explore how the human body and mind are made up of rhythmic waves and how measurable vibrations touch us emotionally and creatively. George Leonard takes readers on a search of self-discovery and a journey into the limitless possibilities of human potential. |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 115 - The corn was orient and immortal wheat, which never should be reaped, nor was ever sown. I thought it had stood from everlasting to everlasting. The dust and stones of the street were as precious as gold: the gates were at first the end of the world. The green trees when I saw them first through one of the gates transported and ravished me, their sweetness and unusual beauty made my heart to leap, and almost mad with ecstasy, they were such strange and wonderful things.
Seite 158 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man.
Seite 115 - And young men glittering and sparkling Angels, and maids strange seraphic pieces of life and beauty ! Boys and girls, tumbling in the street and playing, were moving jewels. I knew not that they were born or should die ; but all things abided eternally as they were in their proper places.
Seite 62 - For should the soul of a prince, carrying with it the consciousness of the prince's past life, enter and inform the body of a cobbler, as soon as deserted by his own soul, every one sees he would be the same person with the prince, accountable only for the prince's actions: But who would say it was the same man?
Seite 133 - Learn from me, if not by my precepts, at least by my example, how dangerous is the acquirement of knowledge, and how much happier that man is who believes his native town to be the world, than he who aspires to become greater than his nature will allow.
Seite 115 - The skies were mine, and so were the sun and moon and stars, and all the world was mine; and I the only spectator and enjoyer of it.
Seite 21 - And even if one of them suddenly pressed me against his heart, I should fade in the strength of his stronger existence. For Beauty's nothing but beginning of Terror we're still just able to bear, and why we adore it so is because it serenely disdains to destroy us.
Seite 11 - At the heart of each of us, whatever our imperfections, there exists a silent pulse of perfect rhythm, a complex of wave forms and resonances, which is absolutely individual and unique, and yet which connects us to everything in the universe.
Seite 116 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware ! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Seite 145 - I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather* looks, And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God, Nor visited in heaven; Yet certain am I of the spot As if the chart were given.
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