I am crazy, you are crazy, we are all crazy and proud of it. While the non-fools take us for fools, we know perfectly well that the only fools to bind are reasonable people. They are fighting, that’s right, but only against those whom the authorities point out. The mistake is there.
We are all crazy, I am all crazy. Why this title? The control of madness is the first task of the warrior of light. Con or not, the troll has no choice. If he lets go of his madness, he is finished. Violent blow on the vial, he panics. Self-control, my good funny ones. No carambola, no slackness in the stems.
Awake or close to it, stand straight in your boots, even barefoot. Temptations surround you, your fairy courts you, a shark circles around, vigilance. Let nothing deter you along the way. What is it? Warrior, you don’t know. Guess, anticipate, foresee.
What risk for the warrior except his life or death ?
Can this corpse in the closet be yours? You don’t know. Is today the last day that rises? How can I deny it? Your destiny of light is opaque to your senses. You cling to your shadow and stumble. Be upright, as one should be in these tortuous times.
Rectitude, study, daze, come on!
You let yourself be deceived again. The warrior must scrutinize his body. The secret of survival is hidden inside. Go down, depth is a source of light. As long as doubt takes hold of the bet, the game is over. Only faith saves. And faith kills the too credulous. The only way out is to believe completely, to the end, with strength and above all without believing.
To believe in it is a tomb. So many deaths can prove it. Believe me, but above all don’t believe anything. If you don’t believe, nothing is done. If you believe it, you’re the one who’s done. I look like I’m spreading falsehoods, yet it’s the path through a thousand obstacles, five hundred inconveniences, numerous attacks directed against you. Come see me if you want, if you have doubts. A sad one who listens to me.
Do not listen to anyone’s advice, except that of the passing wind telling you the history of the world.
Search In You. Always Be You. Be Your Own Master.
You’re Not God. Never Mind. Your Awakening Within You.
The ego is the only part of human being which will not know awakening
Life is not a long, quiet river. Who can go to sleep, certain of tomorrow? Crazy, we all are. The worst kind of madness is the one that ignores itself. The one that hides behind a lot of good reasons. Who thinks they’re wise is the craziest.
The barber of Seville had painted on his window: Tomorrow we shave for nothing. The simpleton who returned the next day fell into a simpleton trap. He might come back every day, but today is never tomorrow.
Learning this famous story in my childhood, I remembered once and for all that tomorrow does not exist. Also, years later, when Janis Joplin, coming to a concert with his musicians, said this with a sad laugh: —Tomorrow never happens, as we discover in the train.
Well, that really chilled me. She, my goddess, my soul, the best of women, didn’t get this evidence long before?! I was shocked.
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The future emperor receives the lightning initiation thanks to a sacred stone.
Illuminated by lightning at age 13, Emperor of Rome at age 14, murdered at 18
Generally invisible they are neither angels nor demons, although they can be both.