She the Great

I spent my childhood reading Tintin, the weekly magazine for young people from 7 to 77 years old. I have just turned 77. I am no longer young. I am entering into maturity. Hurray! Yippee! Chic! Cool! Great! Big! Awesome! Crazy! It’s mooortal! …

Uh no, it’s ALIVE!!!!!

Thanks to her, I’m growing at full speed. It’s confusing. But the evidence is there. This woman gives me kilotons of energy, she has it to spare, but she gives. She gives to those who knock on her door. She came to see me, almost a child. She took me, she held me, she kept me.

How well she did! Here she is, splendid, incarnated, complete, and it’s a joy to see. I tremble and listen to her.

The light shines bright and soft at once through all its chakras. A breathtaking spectacle!

Everything good that happens to me comes from her, my muse, my adoptive mother. I cherish her like a little child cherishes his mother. Truly.

She the Human Says

Twenty years ago, I had a revelation of what is happening to me now. Yésaëlle came from Réunion to ask me to chase away the demon that was preventing her from living. He occupied all the space of his physical body, relegating it somewhere above his head. Since her birth, Yésaëlle had never lived in her body. Never, ever. Five days of unified work, liberation came. Réunion! My first exorcism. Before coming, she sent me this.

I created you, Man,
I was one of the banished and proscribed
in charge of populating the earth.
While my brothers were fighting
to know how to go beyond
what Father had given them,
I longed for Him.
I communicated with the great whole.
So was my life,
I also communicated with “She”.
Sometimes I would dive and go down
watching your species evolve.
But I was forbidden to talk to you
and to meet you because I was His daughter.

Yet I was not insensitive to your condition, slave men.
So you were. And I am still here, Man.
I love your species, because even if it is difficult for you
to carry the heaviness, you remain my creation.

And for that, I have to succeed,
I too must be able to free myself from matter
and to give back what my Father left me.

Man, I am heavy, I struggle, I know your pangs
but I also know your tenderness,
then I will fight for you again,
but in His name, please wake up.

Many of us came down
to impose our law and thus reduce your potential.
I was supposed to take up the torch on a major city,
was I manipulated like this: in my eyes, it was hidden
the misery that was hanging over you. (source)