Booster Shot

No more chikungunya, the shot in question is not sanitary. But it could be beneficial. For you, who have been awake for a long time, a reminder shot could prove to be more than useful. You really need to rekindle the flame, boost energy, move forward, and force fate at every crossroads.Jacques Brel As before. As in the blessed years that followed your awakening.

Defunct Enthusiasm

Remember what you were like when you were awake, in full awareness and full knowledge of the facts. They are already far behind, these years of enthusiasm. From Greek to theos, to god — or to Zeus. On the scale of emotional tones, enthusiasm is the highest state a human can reach. Beyond that, he is god. He dies.

I have been dead for several years. But I am stuck in this spot. I cling to this plan, not out of personal taste, but out of necessity. I still have so much to say, so many tales to tell you again, so many accounts to answer, you who will lead this world in this maturity that is yours… or that will soon become one.

Since your awakening, the enthusiasm has faded. He cannot resist the violent beatings that the human condition gives on this prison planet.

Stuffer Stuffed

You are here, like the rest of us, to make progress. Plunged into the pot of matter, your flesh body forces you to reevaluate all the data recorded. When you were little, very small three-year-old child, you experienced the first shock. Until then, you still lived in heaven, an angel among angels.

After your third birthday, you woke up an angel among demons. But this awakening is not the awakening. This awakening concerns only matter and material life. Awakening is the opposite. Awakening allows you to understand the trap, to see that you are trapped, and that you have the means to escape. It’s called energy. An awakened person has energy to spare, but he gives it away. The more he gives, the more he receives until he is filled with it. So he gives more. And the force-feeding increases more.

The Circle of White Light

It’s no less than a virtuous circle. Let’s leave the vice out of it. Everything happens as if you have only one goal, only one reason for being in the flesh, only one goal at birth: to tear you from the flesh, to renounce matter in order to elevate you. Grow. Reach the omega point where the physical world ends, where the absolute begins.

Gwenwed, the White Light Circle, is the name that the ancient Celts gave to this famous point. It’s a point as long as we’re far from it. When you get closer, the point becomes a circle. When you’re there, the White Light is infinite.

Life after lives after lives, we grow. Everything that is born will die. Sooner or later, its fleshly life will end. Only what is not born does not die. What is not born can grow only by being born. It is by living in a body of flesh, in a world of matter, that the pure spirit improves and grows. How far? I imagine there is no limit.

The Gold of Silence

Çakya Muni Gautama, the historical Buddha, said as he left this world: Do not pray to me. You can beg me for years, I won’t hear you. I leave this plan, I renounce from now on any incarnation, I go somewhere of which no one can say anything.

Buddhists who pray to Buddha or burn sticks of incense for him do not practice original Buddhism, but a composite religion, very influenced by Christian thought.

I’m going somewhere that no one can say anything about. The one who knows doesn’t speak. The one who speaks doesn’t know.

He who knows understands that silence is golden. He understands that everyone must make their essential discoveries alone. What he knows did not come without effort, without wandering. Time must be left to itself, and especially if it doesn’t exist.

Shut Up!

If you knew how many times you talked to say nothing! If you had counted the number of stupid remarks that you couldn’t remember! Talking over nothing, keeping quiet when you’re waiting for an answer, it’s hard to get straight!

Just tell yourself that if the word is silver, silence is gold. Yes, pure gold encrusted with diamonds. Platinum itself. Orichalcum, just to dream the unknown. Shut up. Shut up. You keep your mouth shut. Stick an adhesive tape on your beak, gag yourself, cut out your tongue if you have to, but be careful: it doesn’t grow back.

Ah, the smooth talkers, who envelop you in empty words, flattering, insipid, devoid of meaning and usefulness!! How lame the speechmakers are, how phony are the politicians who spout their apathetic canticle! All in straightjackets, well tied up in a soundproof padded room!

To speak, you have to have something to say, and know that it can help. Otherwise, shut up your face.

Dressing

At the moment, a particular kind of internship is taking place: everyone stays at home; it’s the scalar waves that allow us to communicate. These are sometimes lyrics, sometimes music, most often images. I connect with each participant, and each participant, in turn, receives the extra energy that allows them to bring up forgotten facts from their unconscious memory.

When we wake up, our dreams are made up. An automatic process in the brain dresses our perceptions and our dreams to protect us. In fact, this process conceals the truth. And this is the goal sought to maintain the human species in ignorance of itself, of its powers, of the superiority that the soul confers on it.

Our masters the archons are highly intelligent but they have no soul. While we are spiritual beings enclosed in an animal body, they are but animals.

Decoding

My rule is to let the dreamer decode his dream himself. It will have a much longer reach for him. The dreamer will believe it and remember it. If I explain the dream, it is possible that the dreamer does not believe in it and refuses the benefits of decoding.

I think I’ve found a way out of this. I give the dreamer an example of how to decode a passage from his dream. In general, he tilts. And that’s enough for him to tell me the rest clearly. As soon as we understand the principle of decoding, no skin resists. Especially since the automatic wraps generated by our brain are quite primary and transparent.

A Real Example

Report: I find myself in a castle or a medieval city on a hill with narrow and extremely sloping streets. I find a rolling ball and the only way to catch it is to throw myself face down with my arms spread. The very steep slope means that I don’t touch the ground, but I brush against it at 10 cm. However, I don’t feel weightless. I can push the ground back when it gets too close. Later, another place without memory but with an incredible sensation of bliss, I feel myself smiling.

My answer: All your dreams continue to undergo a dressing as soon as you wake up. They are disguised, dressed in childish costumes, even though they were clear and clearly visible when you slept. Here is an example of decoding/undressing.

You were floating in your astral body, progressing towards the light, when you met someone (the rolling balloon) who could no longer ascend like you towards the light and who allowed himself to slide down. You managed to help this person who has resumed his progress towards the summits.

It is impossible for me to decide whether you have dreamed of something from the past that has happened, or if this event will happen. In which case, you’ll know what to do.

When you tell me about your dreams, you will do the same exercise: your dream dressed up in an alarm clock, and your decoding. If you could give me your own version of this castle dream, you have all the elements, it would be a good preparation for you. It will be difficult at first, but you’ll get used to it very quickly and you’ll become unbeatable. Expert.

You have to. I won’t always be by your side; you have more than a few levels of inner development to achieve this without my help.

Defunct Enthusiasm

Stuffer Stuffed

The Circle of White Light

The Gold of Silence

Shut Up!

Dressing

Decoding

A Real Example

Awakening and You : the Real Dream

Awakening and You

Awakening Internship

Know Thyself.