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This is real,this is me I'm exactly where i'm suppose to be

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Franz Bardon

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Franz Bardon (December 1, 1909 – July 10, 1958), born in Opava, Austrian Silesia, was both a stage magician and student and teacher of Hermetics. He was member of Czech hermetic society Universalia. During World War II Bardon was at one point held in a concentration camp for refusing to participate in Nazi Mysticism. Bardon was rescued by Russian soldiers who raided the camp. Bardon continued his work in the fields of Hermetics until 1958 when he was arrested and imprisoned in Brno Czechoslovakia. Bardon died on July 10, 1958 while in the custody of police. He is best known for his three volumes on Hermetic magic. These volumes are Initiation Into Hermetics, The Practice of Magical Evocation and The Key to the True Quabbalah. Additionally there was a fourth work attributed to him by the title of Frabato the Magician, supposed to be a disguised autobiography. Though the book lists its author as Bardon, it was actually written by his secretary, Otti Votavova. While some elements of the...

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Summa Theologica

de Thomas Aquinas

fragment.. Objection 1. It seems that there are no ideas. For Dionysius says (Div. Nom. vii), that God does not know things by ideas. But ideas are for nothing else except that things may be known...

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The Secret Sits

de Robert Frost

We dance round in a ring and suppose, But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.

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Sinucigasul

de Nikolai Erdman

Young man, do you think -- or I should say what do you think -- please don\'t interrupt me, just listen -- imagine that tomorrow at twelve noon you are going to take a revolver in your hand -- please...

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Not Mine

de Czeslaw Milosz

All my life I pretended this world of theirs is mine, And I know such pretending is disgraceful. But what can I do? Suppose I would suddenly scream And start to prophesy. No one would hear me. Their...

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The Little Mermaid

de Radu Herinean

The Little Mermaid - - - - by Hans Christian Andersen Far out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower, cornflower, and as clear as the purest glass. But it is very deep...

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Beyond Good and Evil

de Friedrich Nietzsche

On the Prejudices of Philosophers 1 The will to truth which will still tempt us to many a venture, that famous truthfulness of which all philosophers so far have spoken with respect - what questions...

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Sonnet LVII

de William Shakespeare

Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the...

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Dracula

de Bram Stoker

Chapter 5 - Letters, Etc. Letter from Miss Mina Murray to Miss Lucy Westenra. \"9 May. \"My dearest Lucy,- \"Forgive my long delay in writing, but I have been simply overwhelmed with work. The life...

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Dracula

de Bram Stoker

Chapter 21 - Dr. Seward\'s Diary 3 October. Let me put down with exactness all that happened, as well as I can remember it, since last I made an entry. Not a detail that I can recall must be...

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One of us cannot be wrong

de Leonard Cohen

I lit a thin green candle, to make you jealous of me. But the room just filled up with mosquitos, they heard that my body was free. Then I took the dust of a long sleepless night and I put it in your...

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A Paris (2)

de Lorena Stoica

Părea că niște porumbei ciuguleau firimituri de pe pervaz… Zgomotul ciocurilor era ritmic și liniștitor, dar treptat a devenit agitat și rapid, până un fluierat de porumbel–șef le-a poruncit să...

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Scrum (11)/Cendre (11)

de Stefan Doru Dancus

am câștigat ceva iubind atâtea fete și femei respirând culorile blândelor cearșafuri. iubirea lor adevărată n-am aruncat-o am tot încărcat-o pe umeri. abia subteranele minelor din Motru mi-au frânt...

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Herta Müller primește Premiul Nobel pentru Literatură

de Anton Potche

La ora 14 (ora României) a zilei de 8 octombrie 2009 Academia Regală Suedeză de Științe din Stokholm a dat publicității numele câștigătorului al celui mai râvnit premiu de literatură din lume: Herta...

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The Mountain

de Robert Frost

The mountain held the town as in a shadow. I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed that I missed stars in the west, Where its black body cut into the sky. Near me it seemed: I felt it like...

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The Self-Seeker

de Robert Frost

Willis, I didn\'t want you here to-day: The lawyer\'s coming for the company. I\'m going to sell my soul, or, rather, feet. Five hundred dollars for the pair, you know.\" \"With you the feet have...

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Up and down in the dark

de Sholly

Conceived Of straw and trimmings Rags and cloth, Lace and stiches, Wasn\'t supposed To have a soul - Marionette. Her once bright colours Withered shades, Fervent expressions Fade away. The thigh is...

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Who say words with my mouth

de Jelaluddin Rumi

All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I\'m sure of that, and I intend to end up...

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Not my type

de Coana Loenida

He is not what I expected In fact, he is totally not my type Or at least the type that I have always been attracted to But he is the type Tall, dark, dangerous looking The kind that ooze masculinity...

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