Thunderstorms Of Golden Age
At that time, there were lightning plants all around the globe. On these plants, thunderstorms never stopped.
At that time, there were lightning plants all around the globe. On these plants, thunderstorms never stopped.
You, Enoch the Rogue, you have behaved like a boor. I banish you from the living of the gods.
A sublime poem and photos no less beautiful … Thank you Henri Michaux and Ludmilla Zahno!
To live as a warrior supposes constraints. Here are some shortcuts …
A religion of the poor that starts on the markets to finish in the gold of the Vatican.
I, Enoch, born Aorn son of Thyan the hunter, I land on the fourth island that is populated by giants.
Requiescant In Pace.
Nine months already! The scalar adventure at the time of a gestation.
The thrilling adventures of Nothingness in the head of Hegel.
Free exploration of the various planes of the astral requires a counterpart: to depart from naivety.
Aorn the Human revisits our past with the Ancient Reptilians
Plato was wrong on many subjects, but can we blame him? The truth is so amazing !!