Fusion confusion

A legitimate desire animates every human being: to unify. To become complete. To fill the gap. Like a cry from the depths, it fills the body, the heart, the whole being. Fusion. Unify to unite. Hard desire that lasts, the one of being for his double. The subject for his god. Desire for unity defeated by the desire to be in a couple. Conflict, confusion, dispute, consolidation.

This legitimate desire is rarely understood and can therefore be tricky. It must be interpreted in all sincerity, transparency and truth. Beyond all naivety, desire is there and very there. If it is there, it is because it has its intended function from all eternity,

-by the laws of physics
-by a demiurge
-by the source
-by nature
-by magicCross out unnecessary references.

Now let’s take a closer look at these twin words:

Fusion / Confusion

Can you tell the difference between the two? Otherwise don’t even try to love anyone. Dangerous slope for you.
Any passion can destroy you. As soon as you fall in love,
your person risks being diluted in the loved one until they disappear, absorbed, digested, degenerate.

Let’s look again. What do we see?

Fusion? Confusion?

Any merger makes confusion inevitable. The separation, also inevitable, will be all the more difficult. Molten in the couple’s crucible, the alloy transformed the two ores into a new metal.

In one case in a hundred thousand, the fusion of the two metals will form a third, which is neither. The characteristics of the original metals are lost. It is the alchemical couple. The two individuals have faded to give birth to a third. The fusion of two hearts widens one and the other, which becomes more loving, more radiant, bigger. The fusion of two bodies brings to both a shared happiness as long as the pleasure is too.

Fusion Without Confusion

Fusion without merging, the thing is impossible. To my great confusion, I spread and it wears me out. But it amuses me too. My muse only uses me if we are close. Let us be together without being odious. Let us be to the gods without being hideous. Let us feel everything that the other feels, without one feeling next to it, and the fusion will take place without confusion of place. You will remain you, and the other too.

Confusion without swimming, without desire for carnage, without rage or derailment, without need of arbitration, without risk of shipwreck, without pledge, without ravage, without being the same age, without turning the page, without opening the cage, without storm, without mirage, without turning, without wanting more, Without seeking advantage, without beach, without collage, without courage and without getting wet:

hundred times on the craft hand in your work.

Divine Union

Don’t be fooled:

The visceral origin of this drive for union does not come from the desire to unite with someone else. The mystics of all religions and all persuasions have testified to the supreme union, that which unites us to our Creator.

The great Sufi Mevlana Rumi testifies powerfully to this. He uses the words of human love to celebrate this absolute, sublime union, this fusion without confusion which brings us closer, not to our creator, but to our spirit, to our benevolent soul which since our birth hovers above our heads.

You can call this:

God or whatever name you want, the truth is that this soul one day becomes embodied, it descends into the physical body which it animates and transfigures. There it is, this longed-for fusion. It is called awakening, and all ancient civilizations put it at the top of their concerns. Awakening was then the avowed goal of all religions.

Now, at this sad end of the Dark Ages, only a few lit people still care. I am one of them. How lucky we are!

Awakening Access

Since this soulless age does not care much, those who desire awakening and call for it have many facilities to obtain it. Ladakh* lamas have a maxim to illustrate this fact: “In kali yuga one finds awakening under the footsteps of a horse.”

*Since Tibet came back under the tutelage of Pop China, the lamas have taken refuge in India, in Ladakh district that the Indian government has made available to them so they can freely practice their worship.

Under a horseshoe? Encouraging prospect, when the same lamas repeat over and over again that it was once necessary to total 60,000 incarnations to have a chance to awaken.

Heavy is the blanket of lead and ignorance that the implacable gods have thrown over this sinking world. However, there are signs that there is hope for a revival. Thus newborns are very often awake from birth. These new generations will boost the planetary awakening. They are the leaven that will raise human dough.

And those among you who sincerely, humbly seek the clarity and culmination of enlightenment can achieve it with little effort. You just have to want it very hard. This is why I launched this scalar wave emission project five years ago. I wanted to give this planet some unconditional love that our species misses so much.

Give the May Flower

Distraught men today follow stinking paths, strewn with jealousy, violence, hatred and destruction. Devils bent on their ruin, they wander thirsty for material values, sad dreams, illusory power. Difficult then to show them the Way. They would laugh about it. Or they would die.

Those in the know find it increasingly difficult to resist the torrent of mud. Standing, they arch their legs, for how long? For them this reminder:

Do not give your pearls to the pigs, they will trample them in the mire. Do not give your treasure to the ignorant. They would waste it without knowing its value, and your lost treasure would benefit no one. If you want to be useful to your fellow man, give the flower and not the plant. Give the summer fruit, keep the tree.

Life Buoy

The solution blew me away years ago, when I started writing this site, before throwing it into the sea of the web, like a blindly thrown lifeline. There is a simple way to save the whole thing, and at the same time help those who are already helping themselves. And this means, I have the means to average it. Learning awakening.

Wake up. Wake up. Go over it all over the place. It’s no longer time to doze off, the house is on fire. This is no longer the time to turn your back on the world, for it is sinking. It turns awful, and no plan B. To fix it, you have to wake up. The rest will go without saying.

ScalarshipsSorry …

I have tried various solutions to get the business started. First the scalar waves. Remote healing, scalar group, etheric contacts, astral encounters, it has been going on for five years. But I wanted to do better. To take advantage of this strange disenchanted parenthesis, I imagined turning myself into a tour operator of a new kind: organized astral travel. Reserve your berths. Ask for the program.

Without kidding, what an opportunity! An organized, signposted, secure trip to experience the conscious astral, while waiting for the controlled dream. The downside is that the receiver has to make more effort than in the previous formula. Suddenly he gets tired …

The desire for fusion that I proposed, all united in the same beam of waves, led to the most total confusion and I had to interrupt it in emergency.

Fatal Confusion

We come back to the love relationship. Which is the beginning and the end of everything. But who sets us his pitfalls … Let’s sum up.

The desire for fusion which is materialized by a union between two beings entails a significant risk, that of the loss of oneself. Melted into another psyche, the soul loses its bearings and gets lost in the maze of the other as if it were its own person.

“I don’t know where you start anymore, you don’t know where I end,” Moustaki sang. This is precisely what must be avoided. To love your partner for what he is, or to be only in love with love and not to see in his partners one evening the eternal reflection of ourselves. Crazy love is often just a fuzzy love.

When it’s blurry, there’s a bug. Has it eaten the grain? An accident happens so quickly. No one shouts “bug!” for nuts. Otherwise it ends badly, as in the story. Word of a storyteller, life’s no tale. No whiter shade of pale. No sail, no veil, no mail. Just a fucking jail in the Death’s dale. Hey you happy taxpayer, fucking storyteller & legends’ sower, hold on the line & make it fine.

Map of Tendre

The future is a fort to take. A hand to shake. A pear to crack. A tale to give back. No more waiting. You will get in. The Salamander flowing in Flanders would have to render in its meanders the embers and cinders of King Alexander on his calamander grille.

The map of Tendre is an imaginary country invented in the 17th century to represent the stages of love life according to the Precious.

Addendum

Bibendum chewing gum that you take off with a rubber, I start from the beginning. What you have just read carefully, at least I hope, is but bullshit without this addition cushion.

It so happens that I know better than sight two loved ones who are not given. And yet, if you knew, our friends have given themselves to each other without thinking about it, without being able to do so, without sneaking around, without any ulterior motive, I would even say more, without any thought at all.

These two that I love as myself and his half, soon formed a whole being. They have merged into each other, amalgamated, dissolved, entwined, intertwined, interlaced, so that from near and far, unless one eye pierces, the seam is no longer visible.

Yes, so tight are they, so close and in all their united states, so fused are made, so similar in their difference, that no one sees double presence. And yet!

No one is bound to the invisible. But the two of them have held together so much, joined up to the tiniest joints, mixed together these two naked angels are one… and what one!

One who runs on the ground and always adheres. One that you can only see alone. A soil that is neither fat nor weary, but moist, yes. Very much, no. And you, dear reader, do you feel lost? You had only to follow better. Open your eyes wider, ladies and gentlemen.

Here comes the time when the view returns to you. The image arrives: you understand nothing. Is it possible to be two when you see only one? Is it possible to believe in it by not understanding anything?

thus my giving hand will lend
the map of Tendre again
my darling so you must gain
a less deaf hear to explain
why they sustain your raging pain
grey clerks under the kinky rain
would no longer impose a tax
since we just dance out to relax