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