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Александр Странник. The most amazing things from the transpersonal psychologist’s practice
Reviews
Foreword
How I became a transpersonal
The Battle of extrasensory
Working in the center of psychological assistance
Transpersonal psychology
XIX Conference Eurotas 2018
Master class «Transpersonal drawing»
My impressions of the conference
I International psyfest
Personal transpersonal experience
Hit into the ear
In a flow
Dance on the grass
Cloud and smoke
Pause between thoughts
Pilgrimage to the saints
Warned?! Protect yourself!
Scary pig
Materialization
Money from Cyprus
Examples from practice
He is divorced, she is not
Glitches?
Draws death…
Palmistry
Bring my son home
Deadly danger and resource
Essential level
Married in 57
Worm-snail
Evil sorcerer and wasps in the nose
Mom disgraced me (and «ate» …)
Alcoholism
Airplane fear
Trophic ulcers
Sad parrot
Copd. That ain’t gonna happen!
«Spiders» in the head
Quit smoking!
Magic broom
Guys! I’d like to share…
Scoliosis
Don’t joke with cancer
Oncology. Blood – Bone – Kidney – Throat
Egregore of art and Oncology
Technique of «Transpersonal drawing»
Playing the healer’s part
Surprisingly, fatigue can be removed with the method of drawing
Relationships can be drawn as well
Playing the fortuneteller’s part
How to start?
Conclusion
My «driving school»
Contacts
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ALEKSANDR STRANNIK
He is a transpersonal psychologist, a member of the Association of Transpersonal Psychology and Psychotherapy, an expert and a co-author of the unique practice of extrasensory drawing «PILGRIM», a holder of the RAE certificate, an author of «Fate at the tip of the pen», «Fate at the tip of the pen. «Love», «Extrasensory drawing», «Transpersonal drawing» and a participant of the 14th season of «Battle of Extrasensory» on TNT channel. He is also an author of the courses «Extrasensory Drawing» and «Transpersonal Drawing» and an esoteric blogger.
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– You throw all sorts of nastiness at me, – Anar insisted.
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