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...ten minutes of rhythmic chanting and singing while this not-woman writhes, restrained loosely on a stone slab across the room. The last lines of the Kirtan Sohila are sung out, translated: “Oh, Inner-Knower, Searcher of Hearts, O Primal Being, Architecht of Destiny, please fulfill this yearning of my mind/Your slave begs this happiness: Let me be the Dust of the Feet of the Saints.” In response,...

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