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In search for soul detoxification, if there is something like that. .... Going back to a full circle...Took 16 years and maybe it's worth it . 
The path is never easy, and the path just appears when it is time.... 
I started off when I had a lot of questions, dilemma, unfulfilled wishes and I am rounding off when I have lesser questions, desires and wishes. 
Radhe /radhe  :) 

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  1. I started off with lots of questions, dilemma, unfulfilled wishes. Ditto.
    Jai gurudev :)
    Have a great course

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  2. a few questions/doubts can hardly be resolved....
    and a few will generate even more..
    and yes a few can be understood and resolved too :)

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