Mad Shaman - Eden Saga

Some hear the voices within them with great clarity and obey what they hear. These people go crazy or become legends, Tahca Ushte said. Others make the difference between their inner voices. They only follow favourable advice. They see life, the truth, the way. Few people listen to them — no one hears them.

Loneliness

The solitude in which they live makes of the most beautiful sky a black tomb. They fall from grave to grave, they sink into the shadows; no help comes to them, no recourse withholds. Strength is their bark, the rest is weakness. Their milled sapwood filters a little light that night extinguish to harm them.

In the sun we rot faster. The light of this world is too dull to surround the pervasive shadow of a tight silver edging. When one of them goes out, a new star lights up. Around it waste and comets form the circle to the planets and deform a little more the plot of the drama of the soul: eternal, bitter, literal ether, austere coastline.

These mirror-warped aether verses see their infernal dream become the future. In the world so conceived without anyone knowing, some obscure leech will suck marrow and sap.

Disappointed heart

And billions of lives for millions of eons will be lost in the rubble. Cheer under the dark rays. Your heart disappointed will be number.

You are more closed than a trap. Do you have any desire to live? To love? To laugh? What do you want that can open you? Do you still want to read? To write? Do you want to hear yourself say: come on, nothing is lost! Which snake bit you? What torments are due to you? Do you want the rope of the hangman? May happiness be returned to you? Life comes to the living, you must hang yourself first.

When you have passed the heights of martyrdom, forget your dol. Enough yes but. Let stretch in you the energy serpentine. Here is the door at last, look! It opens in half at dawn. The day will rise on your hunger. René!=reborn You are reborn. Your death will take you from the land of the damned to the paradise of Aeneas.

Aeneas, the son of human Anchise and goddess Aphrodite, is one of the heroes of the Trojan war. It is sung by Virgil in the Aeneid, of which he is the main character. Mythical founder of Lavinium which became Rome, he will be its first king.

The Aeneid tells about the founding of Rome a very different story from that of Romulus and Remus, yet interesting in more ways than one. The twins Wolves, son of the She-Wolf, Remus de Reims to anoint his brother Romulus, whose first name is Little Rome. Or little Rom? History is the science of things that repeat themselves…

History doesn’t repeat itself, it stutters.
Karl Marx

Madness Defeated

When it gets rough, you have to be rough. Facing error, terror.

As Aeneas carrying her poor father, I carry in the earth a vow born dead, to rise again. To emerge from the tomb to know a flight, an assumption. The angel came, his voice said to me: -You will be a man, my son!

His word was enough. My ordeal is over. The terror is healed. I have received energy. I defeated madness. Banished frenzy. Eradicated envy. I made it through the night that got me into so much trouble. I’m not a superman, let alone a prophet.

The Assumption I speak of owes nothing to the Virgin – I know of none. I want to talk about the Tarot of the Soul.

Arcane 20: Judgment.
A macchab’ comes out of the tomb
+ a woman with her hands joined (his widow?)
+ a very old man thanks the celestial jazz player.

Three times born

Eneas is the son of Anchise, false brother of Cochise. Anchise is a human race before ours, he is a black giant 4m12. Beautiful as a former god, he seduced the sublime Aphrodite, which the Romans called Venus. From their union a son was born, Aeneas, their eldest son. Although born three times, he is now dead.

He was buried at the age of a thousand years in the city of Milan which will be built in a thousand years. The burial was half-quick, half-slow. Necessarily. He was laid bare as a giant worm. By economy, it is said. When one measures more than four meters, you can’t even imagine the price of a coffin. Three times born, four times dead.See the French version.

Prehistoric megalopolis

The city is the beginning of the end. Black planetary civilization has perished from the decline of its megacities. In Africa, near Maputo, the ruins of a prehistoric city have been found. And very large. Maputo (formerly Lourenço Marques) is a large city in southern Africa and the capital of Mozambique.

Many other archaic ruins have been found throughout southern Africa. Real cities like Sumer, but much older. And we will discover them thanks to a famous guide, the sublime Venus Afro dite,ie Aphrodite which belongs to the superior race, that of the Former Goddesses.

Afro dite: under her Greek name, Venus is said to be African. Thus the language of the birds — namely language of the goslings — gives us the meaning and information that we lack to find our way in the jungle of the past, amply distorted by historians and their bias blessed by the secular and compulsory school : “Don’t think, dear students, only repeat what the teacher dictates to you.”

Please note that the language of the Goslings only works in French, an initiatory language just like Sanskrit and Hebrew.

4000 Years of sorrow

These very ancient goddesses had an extraordinary longevity, compared to the extreme brevity of our current lives. Or compared to the already strong longevity of the Greco-Latin gods. Several thousand years, these merry drills. And Venus lived all that time too.

All this is just rubbish next to Ana, the First. The Great Goddess Ana / Anna / Ama has lived for over four billion years until now — it’s not over yet. There is something to be amazed about, pathetic and panting. At the moment she sleeps. Of reptilian race, she needs a good dormancy every 60,000 years.

Oh not much! A little nap of only four thousand years — yes, the very time of Kali Yuga, the time without Her. During Kali Yug, the human being is quite uncomfortable. To the claws of the dark archons, he poops heavily. He drools. When the queen mouse is not there, the kitties dance. The demons are in trance.

The Unique is feminine. She was masculinized by the Patriarchs four thousand years ago. Before them, the matriarchy had lasted sixty thousand years. It leaves us only one chance: to capture. Open our subtle ears wide, feel, perceive, sense, catch what the Dream of the Great Goddess Ana sends us.

Ana is Black as a beauty queen