The Spirit of the Depths
Without much illusion, I stumble blindly to find the way. Towards where? No idea.
Without much illusion, I stumble blindly to find the way. Towards where? No idea.
I lived this story more than twenty years ago, when I only practiced arcana XIII.
Fulcanelli the cabalist insider reveals a great secret of the Language of the Birds
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Once again I have been near death Suddenly it all seems Against me and my dreams
This world is just a training ground. Thick and hard, it resists to allow us to improve.
All those who give up the rising, sandy, uneasy path are deserters. Heroes desert hatred.
A female pharaoh who changed the history of religions, and the world’s fate too …
Ireland was called the “Island of the Four Masters” in reference to the ancient Hyperborea.
For the whites to get back on the right side, they must find their center, the real one.
A discovery that makes Jung a much more modern researcher than old Sigmund Freud
And I remember, I remember very well of what I said to you that morning, a year ago, a century, an eternity…