The Matrix Mould
Imagine a mould to make humans. We know the shape of this mould.
Imagine a mould to make humans. We know the shape of this mould.
Who are you? How did you get so much relevant information?
The stairs start in your heart. It scares you. You don’t want to go down.
To communicate, you have to situate the level of your interlocutor. The tarot appears to be a great tool.
Carlos Castaneda learns awakening tecnics, but he wants to go too fast
We have several lives and several bodies: at least eight. Only one is visible: the physical body.
Erase personal history? Is this a necessary condition for the light warrior?
That body is mine. It seems to have a life of its own. I am a spirit. I belong to the other world.
Am I remote-controlled like a drone? Or am I the only master on board my body?
There is a place far up there, peaceful, where no one goes.
The Flying Wolves made their first flights and gathered interesting discoveries …
After a painful, deadly moult, I discover the glory of the body. Magical, absolute, great.