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Caroline Myss

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The empowerment journey that is critical to your healing - and to your life - comes from progressing through the deep waters of your dark passions and continuing onward to discover not what has been taken from you, but what you have yet to give and who you have yet to become.
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Defy Gravity : Healing Beyond the Bounds of Reason (2009), p. 111

 
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