The Goddess And The Horned
Bugarach, Krampus, the White Lady … Ludmilla shines her memories of the inner world.
Bugarach, Krampus, the White Lady … Ludmilla shines her memories of the inner world.
After years of bad tricks, after a long-lasting uncertainty, the Sun is rising at last
We flew all night, in the morning the wolf did not eat us.
The ordinary man thinks himself immortal. The warrior takes his death for advice.
What has changed in fifty years? Very little indeed.
Facing the truth, the warrior has to consider two different kinds of people
Merlin’s laugh is not mocking. My benefactor had this seer’s laugh. I have too.
Religion is the opium of the people, Karl Marx said. Sad to say he doesn’t mention his.
Words describe other words, although awakening is… er… What shall I say?
They’ve built this planet, they’ve taught us everything and they’re still teaching us every night
The giant Aries of Armor is hidden, invisible, at the edge of the admitted history.
The soul is seen in the gaze. The eyes and the aura are similar. Our other bodies connect them.