I had a conscious dream. In a white robe, I wandered around ancient Byzantium.
Consumed by an inner fire, they disappear, free, as if they had never existed.
Outside our world, this place existed before it and will exist after. Is this the world of the Goddess?
Forced to obey, obliged to serve, divided among themselves, such is the weakness of men!
The gods are old, odious, vicious. They weigh us down, they fuck us and they're gone.
Description and operation of a thousands of years old lightning power plant.
A book that shook a whole generation, mine, that of powdery feet in search of absolute.
Feeling his chakras, kundalini, aura, subtle bodies around yourself so well: rare sensation.
"The ancients thought the earth was flat," they say? Not at all! This lie is too widespread.
Victorine came to Erquy for an internship. Awakening came: she is fulfilled. But soon after...