Not incense fluff, but a manual on aligning the inner machinery. Paramananda sketches healing as discipline—thoughts tuned like strings, will sharpened like a blade, and the body treated as the last echo of the soul. Beneath the calm tone, it reads more like instructions for rewiring yourself under pressure, where prayer doubles as voltage and meditation becomes surgery without knives. The kind of book you find on a bedside table with candle wax dripped across its cover—half scripture, half field guide for survival of the spirit

-Good - Book is well kept but may have some  noticeable signs of age or wear.

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