Astral Masters
Once again, the Flying Astral squadron has gone on a mission.
Once again, the Flying Astral squadron has gone on a mission.
Just ten years ago on May 24, 2011 my old friend and benefactor, the Nagual JCl Flornoy passed away.
This position of assembly point protects from emotional confusion out of the desire of fusion.
Yoga means path, its root is yoke, which constrains, enslaves. This yoga doesn’t.
Irrational is the other name of madness. Scary isn’it? Difficult matter. Disturbing but capital.
Rose-fingered dawn, pale and quiet Moon, Lucifer shines in the sky like a good Lord
When Elijah ruled Terra, the condemned went to the mines. The gods needed more and more slaves.
Vital energy, Prana, Ki, Vril energy, whatever the name, our hands heal
Impeccability, control of the assembly point, inflexible intention, always act.
An imaginary society whose leaders have all power over citizens deprived of free will.
Suddenly the stars fell silent as one kills. Suddenly I suffocate. What didn’t I open the cage?
Where God, by dethroning the Time, awkwardly shortened our life expectancy