Our Paradise Nights
In the desert of the world, full of stress and sand in the eyes, we hardly advance.
In the desert of the world, full of stress and sand in the eyes, we hardly advance.
A voice speaks to me at night. Is it a soul in pain? Would it be a living?
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.
Experiment conscious body exits, free astral flight and astral encounters.
I’m fine. Much better. I attract lightning from the Archons, but I don’t really care.
The last night of astral flight has just ended. At the time of the assessment, a second cycle is scheduled for February.
Luck is not chance. Luck is real, chance does not exist. Every “chance” is wanted.
Once again, the Flying Astral squadron has gone on a mission.
The story of one can bring back the memories of another. The lost puzzle appears …