Transcendental
- LECTURES 19
- Votes 1
- Chapitres 5
Terminé mar., juil. 1, 202518m
Renowned mathematician Juanita Camarilla learns that she has three months to live because she was diagnosed with brain cancer. Heartbroken, the woman reluctantly gives up her career and starts a new chapter in her life. She goes on a spiritual journey with Guru Keshav to re-discover herself while battling her inner demons. Can Juanita gain a high level of spirituality?
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