by the grace of this magic language
Under the double pen of AAXE, here are new variations on the language of birds. Or rather the language of goslings. The two words are similar as long as they have been confused. Too bad. Goslings are the offspring of the Goose, which can fly so high that it easily crosses the Himalayas and its ten peaks over 8,000m. Through the grace of his magic tongue, AAXE will try to make you climb as high as the Goose.
Magical too because she was our Mother, the medieval initiates revered her as such and called themselves her sons. The goose then had a special symbolism: initiated, initiating, protective, maternal, it embodied the triumph of light over the darkness of secular ignorance.
The imprint of the goose is that of a palmate leg. As such, it resembles the palm, a universal symbol of excellence. Even before the laurels honored the winner, having the palm already marked a form of mastery. In Greco-Roman antiquity, the goose palm rewarded the victor. Without forgetting the geese of the Capitol who saved ancient Rome from a nocturnal invasion: they gave the alarm and the barbarians were turned back.
The pilgrims of Compostela wore the palm:
a crow’s-foot was attached to their hat.
La Mère l’OieMother the Goose
L’amère LoiThe Bitter Law
The language of the birds is not a game, but a listening. She unfolds the words like wings, making the syllables sing like exploded windows where the sun shines in a thousand colors. She reveals that each word is a path, each sound a seed.
Thus the universal word opens like a conch: united to El, united to It. No longer the abstract idea of an encompassing whole, but the vibrant call to walk together towards the source.
United: cohesion, agreement, harmonization.
Verse: movement, but also poetic verse, momentum and form.
She: the One, the Principle, the Origin, the invisible who precedes us and calls us.
From then on, the universal is no longer a dry knowledge, but a song. A gentle injunction: to gather in a single movement towards the light. It is a call to return, an orientation, an inner dynamic. It is an idea of peace on the way, or the path to peace, which begins at the center of oneself.
The language of the birds acts as a revealer: the words cease to be transparent to become shards of crystal, diffracting the meaning.
She is an alchemist who breaks down and recombines verbal matter, transmuting the lead of habits into the gold of visions.
It is a mystical springboard: through the brilliance of the game, verticalities arise, like a ladder raised towards the invisible.
It is a visionary engine: the sonorities open constellations of light meanings, where each word becomes a world.
Unis Vers ElleUnited towards Her — the swell of souls caught in the foam of the suns, the broken word illuminates, the swallow of the vowels throws us towards the Azure. At the end of a dream, sometimes, the Word becomes flesh to split the crystal, and each burst burns with the blue blood of an unnamed god, or rather, of a goddess Eloha.
Suns? In the plural, yes. There is a second one, much stronger than the first. Unconquered Sun, such is the name given to it by Ancient Rome. For the Greeks, the Sun is perched above the North Pole. Hyperboreal, it shines so bright that it dazzles. No one can look at it in the face.
The Goddesses our mistresses have their island there. The Giants occupy another one. The Fairies are blackmailing the third. The Dwarves are in the last one. Fairies are daughters of humans and gods, or of Goddesses and humans. If the Goddesses did not protect them, humans would kill them. They don’t like fairies, spellcasters, male thieves. (source)
Eloha, so close to aloha.
Aloha means in Hawaiian: hello, welcome, goodbye, affection, love, compassion, pity, as well as other related feelings and nuances. (wikipedia)
Each word shines with a unique pearl,
the Mother Goddess Eloha
and his six sisters
of which the Patriarchs
have made the 7 gods-goddesses Elohim.
No world to possess, but a world to join. Being universal, walking without weapons, hands wide open, doors to elsewhere. The Earth is round so that no one falls, its roundness calls for dance and joy, not fear and exile. The Earth is flat so that the one who leaves can only go around in circles: his departure contains the idea of the return.
The present is our home. It is not tomorrow that brings us together, nor yesterday that divides us, but this moment that burns like a sun between our fingers. The present is a room with a thousand windows, a round table where everyone has their place, without delay or absence.
Peace is not conquered by shouting louder, but by laying down the internal weapons. Wars are first and foremost underground storms. At the bottom of the heart beats a calm sea, an invisible lake where the storm breaks down. Who lays down his weapons in the shadow of his breath becomes a sower of peace without saying anything.
Since the Verb is seed, each word is a rain or flame. It nourishes or it dries out. Let our sentences be weeds in the morning, springing up in confidence, rather than briars of discord. Let each mouth be gardener of the world.
The Earth is circular to bring us closer. Every step where you think you are moving away already brings us closer. Patience! The ball of the world rolls like a crystal, our roads intersect endlessly. Circular travelers, prisoners of no borders, connected only by the horizon that closes in a circle, we live under a protective dome.
Every smile is a silent revolt against the empires of tomorrow.
The Earth is circular to bring us closer. Every step that moves you away brings you back to me. The ball of the world spins and unwinds an infinite spiral where our roads intersect. Circular travelers, prisoners without borders, connected by the horizon that closes in a circle, we live under its protective dome.
But the dome is also a prison, as we will see below.
Since the present is the place of commitment, do not ask the future for its promises or the past for its dead lessons. Today is the hour of shared bread, the hour of outstretched hands. Each smile is a silent revolt against the empires of tomorrow.
The time also of fear and withdrawal into oneself.
To be universal is to set out towards the Source, in the quiet slowness of a reconciled humanity. The universal is not a fixed state but a dance: like water that runs, like the star that streaks, like the bird that splits the air while shouting.
Universelle: Unis Vers ElleUniversal: united-to-El.
To be universal is to set out towards the Source, in the quiet slowness of a reconciled humanity. The universal is not a fixed state but a dance: like water that runs, like the star that streaks, like the bird that splits the air while shouting.
United towards the one who made us.
Since we are on the move, let us remember: we do not come into the world wise, but to learn. Learning is not a cluster of knowledge, but a path to wisdom. Being an apprentice-sage is recognizing that every moment is a master. The child who falls teaches us perseverance, the silent old man teaches us peace, even the enemy teaches us patience.
Wisdom is not a summit but a companionship. It cannot be owned, it must be cultivated. He who believes himself to be wise closes himself. He who knows himself in a time of apprenticeship opens, and it is there that the light enters.
Rise without tearing, burn without consuming, always return to the origin.
We are on a journey, let us remember: we do not come into the world wise, but to learn. Learning is not a mass of knowledge, but a path of wisdom. To be an apprentice-sage is to recognize that every moment is a demanding master.
The falling child teaches us perseverance,
the old man who is silent teaches us peace,
the enemy teaches us patience.
Wisdom is not a summit but a companionship. It cannot be owned, it must be cultivated. He who believes himself to be wise closes himself. He who knows himself in a time of apprenticeship opens to knowledge, and it is through this that light enters.
Apprentice-wise: such is the human condition.
We are all students of Life, and Life,
patiently, shapes us towards Her, towards Unity.
Above all, let’s not forget the feminine form, it is universal. United towards that… Does United go? One day, the males will have to see the harm they cause him. For a woman to exist in the world, she had to be submissive. Humble. Helpful. Devoted. Nonexistent, she lived without existing. Insignificant, decorative, submissive to be admitted. The male choice that hurts.
His suffering mattered so little…
as long as she suffered in silence.
Isn’t absolute evil masculine? Kindness, beauty, generosity, gentleness, understanding will remain feminine. Isn’t this part of the universe managed by a divine Queen? Our Great Goddess celebrated her four billion years, but we hardly hear her. She is not dead, rest assured, she is sleeping. Black in skin, luminous like the star of the Bear, her cold-blooded reptilian nature forces her into dormancy.
«They came from the planet Ur, which is pronounced Our or Or…» If you have read La langue d’or and the powerful considerations of Alain Aillet, you have learned some fragments of this original language that the former gods passed on to us, these false gods also called the ancient astronauts.
A researcher friend gave me this valuable information: “In the indigenous teachings of the Native Americans, the Chippewas of the Mountain of Turtles teach that they came from a star at the center of the Ursa Major, which is not visible to the naked eye.” (source)
Thank you Julie Ryder!
Using another way I discovered the same fact
let us focus on the invisible stars
they are watching us too
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