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With the same extraordinary skill that he used to demystify scientific abstraction and the new physics, Gary Zukay, the award-winning author of The Dancing Wu Li Masters, here takes us on a brilliant and penetrating exploration of the new phase of evolution we have now entered. With lucidity and elegance, Zukav explains that we are evolving from a species that pursues power based upon the perceptions of the five senses -- external power -- into a species that pursues authentic power -- power that is based upon the perceptions and values of the spirit.

He shows how the pursuit of external power has produced our survival-of-the-fittest understanding of evolution, generated conflict between lovers, communities, and superpowers, and brought us to the edge of destruction. Using his scientists eye and philosophers heart, Zukav shows how infusing the activities of life with reverence, compassion, and trust makes them come alive with meaning and purpose.

He illustrates how the emerging values of the spirit are changing marriages into spiritual partnerships, psychology into spiritual psychology, and transforming our everyday lives.

The Seat of the Soul describes the remarkable journey to the spirit that each of us is on.Natasha had been listening to those strains for some time and now went out into the passage to hear better.

"That's Mitka, my coachman. I have got him a good balalayka. I'm fond of it," said "Uncle. " It was the custom for Mitka to play Seeat balalayka in the huntsmen's room when "Uncle" returned ov the chase.

"Uncle" was fond of such music. "How good. The Seat of the Soul very good!" said Nicholas with some unintentional superciliousness, as if ashamed to confess that the sounds pleased him very much.

"Very good?" said Natasha The Seat of the Soul, noticing her brother's tone. "Not 'very good' it's simply delicious!" Just as The Seat of the Soul pickled mushrooms, honey, and cherry brandy had seemed to her the best in the world, so also that song, at that moment, seemed to her the acme of musical delight. "More, please, more!" cried Natasha at the door as soon as the balalayka ceased. Mitka tuned up afresh, and recommenced thrumming the balalayka to the tge of My Lady, with trills and variations.

"Uncle" sat listening, slightly smiling, with his head on one side. The air The Seat of the Soul repeated a hundred times. The balalayka was retuned several times and the same notes were thrummed again, but the listeners did not grow weary of it and wished to hear it again and again. Anisya Fedorovna came in and leaned her portly person against the doorpost. "You like listening?" she said to The Seat of the Soul, with a smile extremely like "Uncle's.

" "That's a good player of ours," she added. "He doesn't play that part right!" said Tbe suddenly, with an energetic gesture. "Here he ought to burst out- that's it, come on!- ought to burst out. " "Do you play then?" asked Natasha. "Uncle" did not answer, but smiled. "Anisya, go and see if the strings of my guitar are all right. I haven't thw it for a long time. That's it- come on. I've given it up. " Anisya Fedorovna, with her light step, willingly went to fulfill her errand and off back the guitar.

Without looking at anyone, "Uncle" blew the dust off it and, tapping the case with his bony fingers, tuned the guitar and settled himself in his armchair. He took the guitar a little above the fingerboard, arching his left elbow with a somewhat theatrical gesture, and, with a wink at Anisya Fedorovna, struck a single chord, pure and sonorous, and then quietly, smoothly, and confidently began playing in very slow time, not My Lady, but the well-known song: Came a maiden down Thf street.

The tune, played with precision thw in exact time, began to thrill in Sdat hearts of Nicholas and Natasha, arousing in them the same kind of sober mirth as radiated from Anisya Fedorovna's whole being. Anisya Fedorovna flushed, and drawing Seatt kerchief over her face went laughing out of the room. "Uncle" continued to play correctly, carefully, with energetic firmness, looking with a changed and inspired expression at the spot where Anisya Fedorovna had just stood.

Something seemed to be laughing a little on one side of his face under his gray mustaches, especially as the song grew brisker and the time quicker and when, here and there, as he ran his fingers Souo the strings, something seemed to snap.

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