Placeholder: [in the desert] The sacred knowledge runs your mind in a torrent of visions and sensations. You see the birth and death of stars, the rise and fall of civilizations, the intricate dance of life and death that underlies all existence beyond the physical realm, connecting with the great cosmic web of life. The boundaries between your self and the universe dissolve, and you find yourself floating in a state of pure consciousness. You experience the thoughts and feelings of every living being on thi [in the desert] The sacred knowledge runs your mind in a torrent of visions and sensations. You see the birth and death of stars, the rise and fall of civilizations, the intricate dance of life and death that underlies all existence beyond the physical realm, connecting with the great cosmic web of life. The boundaries between your self and the universe dissolve, and you find yourself floating in a state of pure consciousness. You experience the thoughts and feelings of every living being on thi

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[in the desert] The sacred knowledge runs your mind in a torrent of visions and sensations. You see the birth and death of stars, the rise and fall of civilizations, the intricate dance of life and death that underlies all existence beyond the physical realm, connecting with the great cosmic web of life. The boundaries between your self and the universe dissolve, and you find yourself floating in a state of pure consciousness. You experience the thoughts and feelings of every living being on thi

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