What Woman Wants - Eden Saga

One hundred and fifty million years ago, ▲ created the woman. ▲ says Delta or Cap. As soon as we write it ▲, we say what we want, ▲ don’t care. ▲ has that filthy viper’s head and his body is covered in scales. Where does he come from-▲? Mystery. ▲ appeared very long before humans. In those remote days, the Reptilians ruled the earth. These sneaky looked like nothing.

The mammals weren’t there yet. They came much later. The woman whom ▲ had created was no better than the Great Snakes. What a giant she was!! 4 meters high! Hands like cart wheels. Don’t believe the images, they were drawn so long after her, the painter had to improvise … We always saw ▲ like a human. Male. Grave error. Do not believe the history: it was written in the era of the Patriarchs. They replaced all original goddesses with males.

▲ was not a male. The Goddess reigned billions of years ago ▲. She is eternal — like the feminine. The Goddess. The first sub-▲ were Hermaprodites: half Hermes, half Aphrodite. In reality, they were mothers and able to impregnate their daughters. The males masculinized all this with the arrival of the Patriarchs, a few thousand years ago.

The Patriarchs who lived 300 or 600 years are kids who were wrong to crash it all. I am waiting for the return of the Goddess and the sacred matriarchy. I believe in it as hard as hell. But without believing.

L’éternel féminin, Paul Cézanne

Warrior or not?

He who strives is deceived. He who resigns is not a warrior. Accept the verdict while living. And rejoice, whoever it may be.

Why row in the void? Why wear you out in vain? Can you oppose fate? Not really, I’m afraid so. You do not have the superior knowledge that allows you to say “this is not what I need.” If you incarnated, it was to achieve something. Be giant if you dare. Striving against the tide forbids any useful and lasting realization. Stretching? The verb is not well chosen. What virtue is there in opposing each other? The stubbornness of the idiot kid who says no. Like the doll of Polnareff, unbreakable, tireless, unclassifiable, who denies everything, refuses everything, avoids everything. And dies alone in the end.

Don’t be insatiable. You are not unbreakable. If you oppose, warrior, you will only block it. Very sad thing in truth. The end of an era …

She believes in it, the housewife of yesteryear. But above all, we see the ‘without believing‘…

Female Warrior

The bitter that you feel passing through the depths of black chasms has hurtful accents. The bitter is deliquescent. You have the bitter to drink. It’s impossible. Open up and your heart will open. Before you drink it, you can’t win anything. The life that comes wants to lead you off any beaten path. Good, follow it.

So go bush! Didn’t you understand? We have to resist all this nonsense they put in our heads. The TV, the street, school, neighbors, friends, everyone has learned their lesson well. And misunderstood. The message behind it is always the same. Stay calm, don’t make waves, just go slow, be wise, be kind, don’t be silly and shut up.

Don’t believe these people. Their number makes them weak. Great ideas come to the minority who grows, who grows. Who growls and who grows up.

One does not promote the liberation of women with this kind of image. The American housewife of the sixties with her headscarf who wants us to believe that she is combative! No matter how much I add the terrible violence of a fire, who is it frightening?

The ▲ doesn’t care

All this because we are governed by men. And you women, you are submissive. Too submissive. Too much TV, too much school. But behind the din, there’s a sort of background noise, listen! Revolt is brewing.

I hear it all the time, it keeps me from dreaming. Fuck! And that one there, the ▲, he lets go? Did he choose a side? Above all, he wants nothing to change, never, ever. He wouldn’t want anything else if it didn’t exist. Does it exist, by the way? Is it just another invention to calm us down? To let the powerful plunder us?

Friend, and you too, friend, react. It’s time. Big time. Maybe already too late.

At the turn of a setback I flushed out traffickers. These time pirates traffic food, drugs and technology from their distant future to lost planets or forgotten times. Where do they bring back valuable things that they sell in their time? They are also great purveyors of temporal paradoxes which, as everyone knows, are forbidden by the Record Guild.

The Animal In Me

This record can play a lot of music. It’s the slang word that refers to our galaxy, the French Riviera. I turned the beige calf-skin sheathed sports steering wheel of my elegant milk cabri. The astral looks gray! With a stride of great beast, the animal attacks and melts on its prey.

And now what do I see? These damn time pirates are from Mars! Where are we going on this trip? The woman who wants to stay away from subscribers.

Hatshepsut the female pharaoh

What About the Punchline?

Don’t look for it, there’s no punchline. Punches usually hurt. Not all of them: a pharaoh’s punch like the vision of Hatshepsut can’t do any harm. It makes me feel better.