Experiencing the Little Mysteries: my practice of the arcana XIII initiation
A new proof of the archaic presence of blacks on the most distant continents
Amyann and the seven dwarfs in the following adventures of Aorn to the Earth Core
I never knew the name of this sadhu. He was called Bom Shankar because he said that all the time.
Amyann, where are you? To the cries of the hippopodame I bury my head in my arms.
Awake Now. It's hard time. Go straight to the place you're born to be in. No doubt.
Aorn and Amyann must escape the fire on the frozen ground of our planet.
Awakening on Dal Lake, Srinagar 1975. The sadhu teaches me by shiloms and grimaces.
Wherever I look, suffering hugs me. This world is suffering, said Buddha.