Public Confession
In no way do I want to think of myself as something I am not. This is permanent.
The Author
My Parallel Lives
I have found more than twenty past lives. Did I really experience them?
Erquy, the Ancient Rekinea
My house is high – so am I. On top of the Cap d’Erquy, Britanny.
Rebirth
After a painful, deadly moult, I discover the glory of the body. Magical, absolute, great.
How Lucky I Am!
How lucky I am! I received so many gifts all my life long.
High Solitude
What has changed in fifty years? Very little indeed.
Ordinary Unreality
The secret awakens me, it makes life run away. By burying secrets we bury ourselves.