The Nagual Reki

Thirty years ago, when Flornoy showed me the magic passes that clean the chakras, I immediately imitated him. The practice led me from magic passes to massage, then Japanese reiki, Kundalini reki, Neoreki, Erquy reki, Celtic reki, and finally Tantra Reki — tantra means ‘transformation’ into Sanskrit — the Nagual giga reki. His unusual power requires mastery and precision. The chosen will be selected…

The Mayenne years

Without Flornoy, master of the Domaine de Rochefort sur Mayenne, expert in tarology and familiar with subtle energies, I could never have developed so many relevant formulas of western reki. Unlike the old Japanese reiki, mine correspond to current realities. I had to adapt them constantly to our changing time and its climatic, geo-biological, energy environment. And this work of adaptation will continue thanks to all this range of rekis for the whole range of my visitors.

What I owe to the Rochefort years is hard to forget. Why should I? This unreal parenthesis, so fruitful, remains one of the highlights of my life rich in summits. I have enjoyed a long life of adventure, generosity, love and discovery. Delicious.

My two heroes

I followed the brilliant trail of my benefactor, blessing every day that we met, a summer of 1965, in a scout camp with my other friend and ally, Devic the irreplaceable. These two have taken the tangent, leaving me under a lamp that I take for a star, to beat the bushes in the crazy hope of an impossible return.

Even if they came back, would I recognize them? One could be that two-month-old girl who gave me such a strange smile. The other is that street kid singing Carmen barefoot in the gutter. Are they back? There is no other way to get on this planet. We all have to go through the pregnancy box, 9month aquatic life up to birth inconvenience.

Pathways of transformation

Tantra is a sanskrit word meaning transformation. The Tantra Reki is in line with my previous rekis: it performs in a short time the cleansing of chakras, the control of the right spacing of subtle bodies and the clearing of blockages on the energy pattern. Its effectiveness is my legitimate pride. I have been searching for a long time, this formula that brings together all the magical techniques to which I am lucky to be initiated.

Everything is energy, everything is subtle, the gross is only in the one who looks.
Charles Bukowski

Unified in the Nagual Reki, all these influences are harmonized: the magic passes of the Mexican brujos, seers of the nagual and Toltec warriors; the secret practices of the Lakota men-medicine, the power of songs of power and sweat-lodges; the magic of the Böns, archaic populations of Tibet; and the incredible incantatory passes of the Tungusic shamans of Siberia.

Tantrism

Tantra is a term applied to a practical metaphysical system originating from the Himalayan-Indian region. In this system, two principles symbolized by the male and female couple are considered as the basis of the universe. Traditional tantra is a “path of integral transformation of the human being” that passes through the body and the five senses.

Esoteric Indian tradition, tantra comes from Hinduism and Tibetan Buddhism. The practitioners of tantra divide it into two different ways: dakshinachara and vamachara, Sanskrit terms translated respectively as way of the right hand and way of the left hand. The tantrism of the right hand sublimates the romantic feeling or sexual drive, while that of the left hand ritualises sexual practices and uses carnal pleasure. (source)

Right hand, left hand

Some authors have a different view of opposition: for the poet Fernando Pessoa, “the left side of knowledge is science, reasoning, intellectual speculation; and the right side is knowledge of the occult, intuition, mystical and kabbalistic speculation.” (source)

For Castaneda, these two paths are reversed, because he does not speak of cerebral hemispheres like Pessoa, but of the “body knowledge“. The left side of the brain corresponds to the right side of the body, and the right side of the brain corresponds to the left side of the body.

I opt without hesitation for the Castanedian formulation, closer to the reality lived by the warriors of the nagual, constantly listening to the body, visions, feelings and intuitions that have strictly nothing of the mind. The nagual would correspond to the left (body) side and the tonal to the right. Magic is left side, reason is right side. The awakening is by way of the left hand and does not owe anything to that of the right hand.

Nagualism

In the Asian rites, this transformation is achieved at the end of endless spiritual exercises or sexual practices, whereas the nagualism of Castaneda can achieve it by a simple shift of the assembly point.

That’s why I’ve been looking for years to find a way to incorporate Nagualism into my practice of Celtic reki. Now it’s done. Thanks to this fusion, the prospects of clearing and healing are incredible. The reki of the nagual.

Told by the menu, here is the genesis of this discovery that floods me with joy!

A regular

B*** has visited me three times in the last few years and has been following my neo-reki closely. So when I discovered the ultimate, I immediately thought of her for a first experience. And the result exceeded our expectations.

Almost next door, B*** lives in Morlaix. We agreed to a two-day stay. On Monday at 4pm, the first session of tantra reki ended. I was still not sure if that would be enough, or if we should have a new session on Tuesday.

You will not be so easily able to stop. I know you’re stubborn, but it does not matter. The more you’re stubborn, the better you become when you’ll finally manage to change.
Carlos Castaneda

Exorcism

It was not my usual reki. It looked like an exorcism. I practiced it a few years ago, an episode that was trying, but when you see the relief of liberation, you forget all the pain. Exorcism is a close combat with the devil.

A living dirtbag has taken possession of a physical body, causing great suffering for the rightful owner of that body, who is sometimes condemned to stay outside. Then his mind hovers above his own body. He feels nothing physical, no kisses, no hugs, no blows, no wounds. The other one takes advantage of it.

Let’s get to the facts.

First skirmish

It was not the first time. I have already pushed out of a body an evil entity. Twenty years ago, I was in a fight with some kind of archon who had taken possession of an innocent body. Originally, a tropical witch had visited me to supposedly receive the initiation into the Little Mysteries — arcane XIII. She had travelled several thousand kilometres to see me, needless to say that I received her well. We exchanged dozens of emails before her visit. I thought I knew her well, but again, I didn’t understand. I had fooled the case of arcane XIII. It was my specialty at the time.

Very soon I understand that she is not coming for this. The extent and effectiveness of her powers show it enough, she has passed this stage for a long time. So what does she want from me? After 3-day repeated failures, I launch a surprise debrief, like cobbled in the pond. It triggered everything. Anger took hold of her. “I fuck your arcane XIII! Stupid kid stuff! That’s not what I expect from you!”

I speak Elvish?!

OK, so what do you want? As a response, she starts speaking in tongues. I recognize several of them by the way, and then there is elvish, true to true, to the sounds that are those of the movie Lord of the Rings. The craziest thing in this, I understand everything. Even louder, I answer him in that language. A dialogue is engaged. I’m here for an exorcism, she admits. Wait? An exorcism?? I’ve never done that. I am neither a priest nor a monk, even if I look like one. In fact, I’m not even sure I believe it. Real life is quite far from horror movies. Happy again!

My refusal causes a terrible fit of rage in her. With her thirty-five kilos all wet, she suddenly surpasses me with a good head. Her build becomes that of a bodybuilder trucker. She starts to scream. Without thinking, I do something I have never done: I slap him with all my strength.

And there I see a monstrous entity fleeing from its body and rushing at full speed through the window yet closed. Exit the demon. What a flip! I’m shaken. I look at my tropical fairy slumped on the sofa, out of breath and trembling. The giant athlete has turned into a crying baby girl.

Inenarrable

Dead of remorse, I examine his cheek blurred with tears. Well there’s no blue or bruise! Given the force of the blow, I expected to see blood, a maxillary fracture, a bone that pierces the flesh or what? Nothing. The poor little trembling of all her limbs. Tiny, frail, she seems to be three years old. The excessive power she displayed is now a memory. She sobbed long enough to empty a box of kleenex. She asks me in a very small voice that I don’t recognize: “Will he come back? Will he come back?”

She wants to talk about the demon that inhabited her. I don’t know what to say. I open my mouth to answer him, but the voice that comes out is not mine. “No, he’s gone for good. He won’t come back.” Like a fool, I add: “Unless you ask him.” Almighty free will. That’s my unbreakable limit.

We lived the next two days as fifteen or twenty years of common life. We have often awakened in dreams to live a dream life truer than the real one. Each awakening in the dream multiplies by ten the subjective duration of the new dream. Two days of happiness = twenty years on a deserted island… (read more)

Geis

With B***, another case. The possession was subtle. She carried in her energy body a kind of radio relay of negativity. Through this relay, orders and punishments were transmitted from who-you-know-not. And B*** obeyed. Suffered. And it did not end. She asked me to help her get rid of it. Then I could act.See further: Correlative corollary

The origin of this curse dates back to very early childhood, and probably before. It is a geis, an Irish word for a personal or family-related fate. Geis can be passed on from generation to generation. B*** has.

Geis, female name, in medieval Irish literature refers to either a prohibition or an injunction by word. The infringement or failure to comply with the GEIS has catastrophic consequences. It is therefore a process related to the supernatural and magic, but which is accessible to all. There are no specific criteria and it is sufficient to express a geis for it to be implemented.

There are several ways to end geis. I see two in the case of B***.

– Go back in time to the origin of the curse. And when we have found the impersonator, we deal with him. We try to reason with him. Whether he is alive or dead does not change anything. It is enough to master the timeline, the world-between and conviction.
– Expel out of the energy body. It is done in the same way as with a black entity. We isolate the relay terminal that transmits the geis. It is enough to be sensitive, seeing, full of vibrant energy.

The energy ball

For years I’ve been trying both on B***. Nothing works. Suddenly I remember a trick that Flornoy tried on me. Gathering all the subtle energy of B*** I shape it into a ball. I intend to change its polarity. There, I will create the white light that cleans everything. No. As soon as I take the gray energy out of the physical body, it goes in the thin air!

Catastrophe! I remember the frills that seized me once. Flornoy had not made a detail. He took away all my subtle energy, I was exsanguinated. I was suffocating. Fifteen days of reinflation. The Mayenne healed me. Two weeks flat in the mud of the shore and the force of the water gave me mine. Pure Castaneda that I do not recommend to anyone.

With B*** I had planned to avoid this blunder. But subtle energy is not as easily handled as engrams. The power of the spell exploded in my face. B*** is sitting on the massage table while his energy feeds the floor blades.

The night after

B*** falls asleep on the massage table. I go out. It takes an hour for her to emerge. I go back and see how she is. She looks into the wave. Nebula. Changed. Left. A little drunk. Despite that, there is in his aura a tonicity, a vivacity that I had never seen him. B*** feels nothing but overwhelming fatigue. With a powerful sense of strangeness.

She spends the night here in the reki room. I wanted to stay within range to watch the grain, if ever. The next day, she returns to Morlaix. Not too brave before two hours drive. And always next to her pumps. Nutritious breakfast. Control reki. I do what I can to make it swell up, without filling it with my energy. Very important after such a clean.

Yaquis witches do this. They empty their apprentices completely to fill them with their own personal energy. They have no qualms about doing so in defiance of free will. I don’t. I avoid. Now that B*** has the opportunity to refill himself with clean energy, free of any engrams, there is no need to give him mine.

Law of reflux

Moreover, she would have refused all. During the exorcism, she stopped accepting my energy gifts. She took the minimum to make the magic work. Just a pinch. The rest I took in the face. It killed me.

Her refusal beats in my plexus. Powerful and painful. Damned law of reflux! When the healing energy is refused by the patient, the healer receives a shock in return. All the energy refused to him is negative and its power is multiplied by ten. Since yesterday, I’m tired…

Otherwise I am in super shape, my power has increased (again!) but the doubt has grown in the same proportion. The power P is equal to doubt D divided by confidence C. Hence the formula:

P= D/ Cwe laugh, we have fun!

Correlative corollary

To avoid refusal and painful reflux, the first rule is never offer your services to someone who does not ask for anything. He would not believe it and the chances of refusal are too great. The healer must wait until asked before acting. And it is the patient himself who must apply, not a friend or relative. The patient in person. Without any pressure.

Sorcerers can never build a bridge to reach the people of this world. However, if people wish to do so, they must build a bridge to join the sorcerers.
Carlos Castaneda

After a day without news, B*** sent me an email tonight at 9:30 p.m. She is in close contact with me. She feels my presence, it makes me feel soft, she says.

I can’t believe it. No subtle contact with her since she left yesterday morning. Two horrible days where I suffered severe reflux. Any refusal implies reflux, as I just demonstrated.We laugh, we have fun ! As a corollary, my doubt is still growing.

Why refuse?

Yes, why? That’s the question I asked myself as soon as Flornoy told me about it. Immediate relief, permanent healing, why would the patient refuse? Flornoy did not know. I discovered the answer years later while I was treating W***.

He had a condition that required him to have two dialysis sessions per week. Both his kidneys were dead, inoperable. The impossible removal forced the surgeon to graft a third kidney on the abdomen. At his request, I sent him a good dose of energy by scalar waves. The next day I receive an email overexcited. W*** had just peed three drops, which hadn’t happened to him in twenty years!

Very well. For several days I resume my scalar emissions. White cabbage. Alarmed, he writes: “I come to see you in Erquy”.

Good idea. In my place of power, the Force is with me. I thought that this healing would not drag on. One week and two dialysis sessions later, still nothing. He came home very disappointed.

That’s why

Some time after this failure which had put me on the sidelines, I understood two things: the law of reflux from which I had just suffered the terrible effects, the desire not to heal that possessed my friend W***. I tell him, he insults me and hangs up. Time passes. He calls me back, bummer.
–You’re right. I don’t want to heal. I have too much to lose. There’s this young woman who takes care of me, very dedicated, I love her. If I heal, she will leave. I will also lose my 2000€-pension. How will I live? Great disabled citizen, I have never worked in my life.

“That’s why your daughter is mute,” Sganarelle would have concluded. And that’s why I am very careful before accepting a patient or an intern.

Lack of connection

The situation between B*** and me is much more bizarre. She has no reason to refuse a debilitating cure that she’s been asking for for a long time. I have her confidence and even more.

This exorcism severed a bond that had held her in another world since childhood. There is something to feel different. In a little while, she will understand that her eyes see what she has never seen. His ears hear unknown sounds, unpublished words pass through his virgin mind where in waves, memories will flow. Memory of a life she does not remember having lived, which however belongs to her, she who does not remember.

The man of the future will have the longest memory
Friedrich Nietzsche

But it’s still too early. I can’t get back to her and it makes me nervous. The wifi connection we had is gone. She doesn’t know, she still thinks I’m with her, but I’m here. She must be wrong. Another one speaks to her, the voice she believes she recognizes in her. It’s not me. Worried for her. No sign of her. I freak out.

Contact!

And then the trust comes back. The connection works. Same phenomenon in my exits of body: I either accompany my mind out of the body, or my consciousness remains in my body while a part of me wanders in astral. My double?

No doubt. Wednesday at 11pm the contact is restored. I feel her weak but toned and full of love. She loves herself already! Big progress. Love yourself and you will be able to love men and gods.

I have taken up a position next to her in the Sphinx position and I watch over B*** like a good watchdog. My mission: to help her not to absorb any filth in the flow of energy that she absorbs with full lungs. Constantly, she sucks, she regonfls. Magnificent spectacle. A renaissance!

“If you don’t die while you are alive, you will die while dying”
Motto of the Teutonic Knights

World news

Today I received two requests for exorcism!! A Mexican and an English. How do they know? B*** assume it’s because of my texts. But it’s been a while since I’ve talked about exorcism. The Mexican Woman discovered Eden Saga through Google, she read my article No Invocation. The Englishman got my phone from a mutual friend. No connection!

They both want an exorcism. The news goes fast on the scalar wave wing… but I did not follow up.

Let’s get it right. This extreme reki has laid me and B*** flat for about 15 days and nights. Then, ok, the benefits are there. B*** is completely cured of her bipolarity, and I myself am in good shape. Here I hover at a level never reached! The ecstasy is near …

Those who would like to try this rebirth should expect a thorough investigation of their motivations, background, etc. And after that, my agreement is not guaranteed, far from it. This extreme reki is strictly reserved for extreme cases. For the others, I have in my bag of mischief other celtic rekis suitable to cheer them up for a long time. Without the drawbacks of tantric reki…

To conclude

Make no mistake, Tantrism is mostly sexual. No connexion to my reki, I want to clarify. The nagual reki is far from that. Gods aren’t! See this eloquent image. They are very large gods next to the little human woman who licks with love the thigh of the vicious god who… but yes, who masturbates his cock!

Well, the gods of before, carried on the trifle, did not disdain a helping hand of little women always ready to render service and to extend the other cheek. Or the tongue. This one licks the thigh, she goes up, she goes up, how far will she stop? Unbearable suspens.