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Ego and Soul

Some of my notes from a recent seminar on personal transitions with Atum O'Kane--friend, spiritual guide, and treasured teacher (who led our pilgrimage to Bhutan in 2010).
My life is a persistent push-pull between the soul and the ego.

When is the ego a stubborn guide when the soul longs to lead?  


How do I live so that both are tools on my path and together manifest as the identity I seek?  


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