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Womb as Paradise Lost

Dissertation 2015. Womb as Paradise Lost - Regained by the Energy of Life. My name is Dr. Gideon Benavraham, professor-emeritus Clinical Hermeneutics. "What happens in a human being fundamentally during the proces of prenatal development (Fetal Programming) and what are the consequences to distortions and diseases later on life?" Research tools: Mindlink-Tesla-Transformation Technology (MTTT) as diagnosticum with PEMF and music frequencies as treatment methods. A RCT-double blind and placebo-controlled research, with statistics.

Dissertation 2015. Womb as Paradise Lost - Regained by the Energy of Life.
My name is Dr. Gideon Benavraham, professor-emeritus Clinical Hermeneutics. "What happens in a human being fundamentally during the proces of prenatal development (Fetal Programming) and what are the consequences to distortions and diseases later on life?" Research tools: Mindlink-Tesla-Transformation Technology (MTTT) as diagnosticum with PEMF and music frequencies as treatment methods. A RCT-double blind and placebo-controlled research, with statistics.

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Womb as Paradise Lost – Foetal Programming

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Practical Part – Mindlink sysrtem: “Concluding Remarks”

Chapter 23 - Schizophrenia and Hermeneutics

A short – trendsetting – casuistry

My recent hermeneutical experience with a schizophrenic person and her contextual

and cultural repudiation

23.1 Lotte, an unforgettable encounter

I

t came to pass.

The reason does not matter.

She was sitting silently. Basking in the sun she treated herself to an extraordinary

amount of chips, meatballs, croquettes with mayo, ketchup, and salt.

Her radiation was like a Parisian tramp and attracted attention.

Bystanders were spending time and gaped at the figure before them.

It was not clear whether it was a young woman or a boy.

I saw their faces and read their thoughts:

"Homeless, junk or regular crazy?"

A wave of anger hit me. "Monkeys, social looking bitches," I thought.

In front of the spectators, I stepped toward her, my bicycle at hand.

Surprised she looked up, her eyes shielded by dark sunglasses.

I held out my hand.

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