When you are asleep, I send packets of scalar waves straight to each one. Some of you don’t remember everything we experienced, while some keep a vivid memory of it. These are fitted for the astral dream which allows them to live a total life, not limited to the here and now linked to time and space.
Soon will stop the first session
of scalar travel through the shared dream.
A revision won’t be too much.
They are everywhere. One receives and one emits at each moment, but one knows nothing. We do not care. All living beings emit scalar waves. And not only. We live it all the time. She thinks of a very dear friend of whom she has no news, the next day he calls her. Without knowing it it emitted scalar waves that it has captured. A hundred times a day, we catch puffs of these beneficial waves, which alter our tone, and bring us sweet thoughts.
The rocks also emit these waves. That is how they speak to us. Hence the fascination exerted by large stones on all the sensitives. They capture their scalar waves.
“The trees sing,” say the Aborigines. Translated into physics, this statement means that they constantly emit a quota of scalar waves, typical of the species, length and volume of the tree. We also emit spiral waves; the waves emitted by the human brain are torsion fields, say the Russian researchers for 40 years. That is to say, again, vortex waves. They pass Faraday’s cages unlike electromagnetic waves. Their power increases with distance and, once resonance is established, they are received thousands of kilometers in spite of their low power!” (source)
Words and language belong to the mental sphere. Awakening is of a spiritual nature. These two spaces never meet. The mind or ego is the only part of the being that never knows awakening. To awaken, one must first master the ego, hold it in respect, that is to say live with empty head. Thirty years ago, I undertook the great work of this present life. Systematically helping the candidates for enlightenment. I devoted myself to it without fail. Engaged in a permanent jihad against my weaknesses, everything that could clutter the channel that I am, I worked patiently until blossoming. I am the step that allows you to climb the ultimate, highest step.
For twenty years, I introduced young adults to the Little Mysteries, the first part of the Mysteries of Isis. Through Erquy’s reki, massages, interiorization, deep trance, I brought the subject to relive certain sequences of his past. A long tradition of passers-by has practiced this technique. Passer-by isn’t the propre title for them. They prefer to be called passing-thru. A passing-thru is the passage through which the impetrant can reach the other world. His inner universe. The wonders of his depths.
The passing-thru that I am does not direct the recollection, he is content to lend his energy to the subject who uses it as he pleases. But I closed that door. Other needs have emerged, and I have to meet them. For a time, I devoted myself to the support and subtle cleansing of healers, who through their practice collect heaps of psi or other junk that it is important to purge. Psychoanalysts submit to a didactic analysis and are followed by an elder to debrief the sessions with their patients. It seemed useful to me that the healers and assimilated could enjoy the same support. (Read)
The divine mysteries are revealed to us today; they bear a generic name, enlightenment. And the awakened frighten those who are still sleeping. “Why are we taken for frightening crazy fools?” the mystics wonder. It’s true that theses people may look frightening. Too many mystics look like nutcases. The most struck, moreover, are often the most powerful: those who levitate, heal, or walk on water.
In this field, we confuse everything. And even when we want to show discernment, the argumants are poor and too superficial. “People who do not feel the presence of God often confuse mystical and enlightened, which for them is not really a compliment. Isn’t the enlightened one who hears voices? Isn’t he a bit schizophrenic? Isn’t there someone who would be capable of killing in the name of God if the voices inspired him? Isn’t he someone who seeks to be talked about by all means? Isn’t the illuminated completely crazy?” (Martine Charbonnel, Adventuress of God)
Many are those who think so. Madness scares, but not reason. And yet! Yet, if we take stock, reasoning has done us as much harm as madness. Otherwise more! How many wings has she broken, this reason that always allies itself with fear? How many Mozarts murdered by her hand?
“Madness of the wise, wisdom of the foolish.“ (Idries Shah)
For those who seek inner light, they will have to face the guardian of the threshold. The guardian is fear. And the threshold is the last frontier of reason. When one reaches the threshold, one reaches the extreme limit of ordinary reality, governed by reason. Facing the guard is not falling into madness. Madness only leads to asylum, not to inner riches. One can cross the desert of madness, it is useful only if one comes out whole. (Read)
From the man to the true man, the way passes by the crazy man. Psychology will never be able to tell the truth about madness, since it is madness that holds the truth of psychology.
After the dark years of the two world wars, after the horrors of Nazism and the communist witch-hunt, a new generation has incarnated with a great desire for peace, tolerance and love. It was called flower power. The girls and boys had long hair, flowery clothes and Kohol around their eyes.
The world’s consciousness seemed to wake up from a long nightmare, which can come back at any moment. The disappointed in the current system say that a little nazism would be beneficial. Replace the daily horror with an abomination worse? Let us not forget. The age of populist dictatorships is behind us, and it remains.
From the extreme right or the extreme left, the bastards are talking to the morons. And the morons, of course, listen to them with their mouths open. While others remember. Memory protects against cretinism.
Flower power followers, ex-hippies, neo-babas, may seem old-fashioned, they have nothing to do with the return of populism. The Babas still live in the spirit of generosity that built them. The rediscovered taste for nature, the cult of friendship, clanism as a non-religious means of cultivating human warmth, all traditions that date back to the dawn of time. They also brought it back, as you can to read in The Gnosis and the Arts
Every night our unconscious transmits truths to us that the brain refuses: it makes them up when we wake up. During a scalar internship, I emit scalar waves in the direction of each participant. Everyone has unusual dreams. The difficulty is remembering it such as they were made, and not such as the brain disguise them.
Dressing: automatic process initiated by the brain to dress up dreams.
Decoding: identify the constants, scrape off the varnish, exhume the dead years,
identify the protagonists, remove their makeup, understand the lesson.
–What am I already looking for? It looks like I’ve lost track. How many times do we hear this kind of question! Not in the mouth of a senile old man like me, but in those of young people, of mature and self-masterful people. How suddenly they panic!
It doesn’t last much, they are already recovering, with a: “Ah yes!” And there they are, speeding towards a destination known to themselves. That they might forget a little further on… The destination is not my subject, but the distraction, as indicated by the title. Frankly, something is happening on that side. She is really the evil of the century.
-What was I talking about there?
No, I’m kidding. I know it perfectly but I’m cheating, since I have the title under my eyes. The distraction. ” Why did I go down? Where am I going?” etc. Constantly I hear that, I catch a hesitant, a lost one… not to mention me, the senile.
Sometimes I wake up, I get up, I wash myself, I get dressed, I start breakfast and then I wake up again.
No, not again. It’s the first time. My first awakening was a dream. If that’s true, this second awakening too? In short, I don’t know where I am, or who I am, nor even more troubling, if I am dead or alive.
A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.
The new Scalaire Pratique group is in constitution. Its activity is different from the voluntary group which meets every evening at 9 p.m. I will specify with each of you the modalities: schedule, progress, reports – our contacts by e-mail will be close and followed. Register here.
Control invisible forces. This quest began at the very edge of my life, the first time I consciously exited my body when I was a pre-teen. Now I feel ready to pass on a few bits of the psi skills and techniques that I have acquired over a long life of practice and remarkable encounters.
Hence the plan to create a scalar group of a new kind, which would practice action at a distance through conscious astral travel, when consciousness moves and acts outside the body.
The goal would be to experience body outings, astral encounters, control of invisible forces and several other paranormal phenomena – while waiting for them to become normal, which is sure to happen.
I have the strong desire that many participants will be motivated for this adventure of a singular kind, which can help us to take a good step forward in the realization of ourselves.
Flights take place at night while you sleep. They are organized in cycles, each cycle lasting from the new moon to the full moon. For nights will take place a session that I like to call a grouped astral flight, but which is not always a real flight. Each scalar session aims to provide new and fulfilling experiences. (Read)
The celestial androgynes created the human race. They are reptilian astronauts.
Thanks to Her, I’m growing at full speed. It’s confusing. But the evidence is bright.
Constantine sets up his capital in Byzantium, renamed Constantinople.
I had a conscious dream. In a white robe, I wandered around ancient Byzantium.
Ama, the Virgin and Mother Goddess, has lived so long she has no age. Once…