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Anastasia Gosteva
Four years ago I was sitting in the meditation hall in my master’s ashram when suddenly the whole world became alive. The chair I was sitting on, the carpet, the column, the air—every inch of matter and space was alive and pulsating with love, it was love itself. Technically I saw that my so-called body was still separate from the so-called walls, but I could find no separate me anymore, no borders, no separation …