Why do I feel the tyrannical urge to rehash the past excesses of Vieux Patate?
You, Ptahotep, give your pupil the sense of Tradition, as an example for youth.
Wherever you smell, it smells rancid. Something is rotten in the state of Earth.
Meetings happen when you are ready to take advantage of them. Not before.
The spirituality of ancient Egypt describes the aura and the subtle body
The Old Potato crossed the worlds, then the white light transformed him
Merlin's laugh is not mocking. My benefactor had this seer's laugh. I have too.
The days without Vieux Patate have gone down the drain. I forgot all about them.
This is a very special page. Don't miss the pale blue words. Translate. Meditate.
I have found more than twenty past lives. Did I really experience them?