The Cubic Centimeter of Luck
Luck is not chance. Luck is real, chance does not exist. Every “chance” is wanted.
Luck is not chance. Luck is real, chance does not exist. Every “chance” is wanted.
In the desert of the world, full of stress and sand in the eyes, we hardly advance.
Some people agree with me that after the death of the body, the soul still lives
The world is cut in two, visionaries and conservatives. They ignore and despise each other.
A voice speaks to me at night. Is it a soul in pain? Would it be a living?
I’m fine. Much better. I attract lightning from the Archons, but I don’t really care.
We will soon resume the astral flight experiments in group: register now!
Once again, the Flying Astral squadron has gone on a mission.