Meeting Galip, and Army Life
In June 1934, he met the man who in a way became his mentor: Artheme Galip, a Ukrainian diplomat, son of the last governor of Bucovinia, before it was annexed by the U.S.S.R. After the annexation, Galip moved to France as a refugee. He had previously spent time in a zoroastrian temple. This man was supposed to have the ability to trigger visions by laying on of hands, but had no proper teaching. There was a contradiction between his gift and the exercises he taught, some of them were actually very harmful, others were just a waste of time.
Galip left for South America and disappeared. Dr Lefebure, while he continued his medical studies, was left alone trying to untangle the contradictory effects of the laying on of hands and of the exercises Galip had taught him. For that purpose, he passed his doctorate in 1942 in Algiers with a thesis on the breathing exercises of Yoga: "Rhythmic breathing and mental concentration". He was drafted in 1939 as an auxiliary medic and was later promoted to the rank of lieutenant medic.
He used the long years of draft to ponder all that he had previously learnt. From his meditations in the army came a book: "Homologies, the Analogies of the Microcosm and Macrocosm", which he considered as his best work on the intellectual level. It is basically an extension of the theory of symmetry, a path that academic science would follow, more than 40 years later, with the studies on "Fractals" and "Internal Homothecy".
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