The Inner Child
Your life is before you like an ocean. You don’t see the shore. My life too is an ocean, but behind me.
Your life is before you like an ocean. You don’t see the shore. My life too is an ocean, but behind me.
That passenger is not human. He belongs to the invisible category. But I saw him.
Dream is a life you can’t afford. It’s also real life. Reality is illusory. Illusion is real.
On the coming night, the Wolves will take their flight for a twenty-night astral journey.
I remember Hyperborea. There I grew up lulled by fairies, breastfed by muses.
To communicate, you have to situate the level of your interlocutor. The tarot appears to be a great tool.
A voice speaks to me at night. Is it a soul in pain? Would it be a living?
Contemplate anything, you’ll find void. Open your heart, you’ll find absolute love.
A book that shook a whole generation, mine, that of powdery feet in search of absolute.
Tiki Viracocha had a bright face like the sun because he was the Son of the Sun
In India, Noah is called Manu: he grounds his ark on the North Mountain …
Cuchulainn, Rama Enki and Enlil, the four sons of Lugh, rebuilt the world