Shazam!! The lightning falls with great noise on a tree that catches fire. Startled, the animals recede, their backs trembling. The villagers see a sign. Who owns the tree? As long as lightning strikes the witch’s hut, the witch is cursed. His power is gone. They are right because everything is a sign. Yet they are wrong because nothing is written.
A few decades ago, in the heart of Brittany, Patrick L., a young doctor, is called to a farm. It’s urgent, Doctor! said the farmer. Patrick has no appointment, and for emergencies, his colleague will take care of it. Loïc is from the corner, his elder, an experienced doctor. So, here’s our Patrick heading off to the countryside. As he was standing in the yard of the farm, he noticed a shaggy dog barking with all his strength. He was bound by a chain on an iron stake. Probably a bad dog, said Patrick when he entered the living room.
A crooked old man crouches near the fire. The farmer’s son approaches Patrick with deference.
– You called me about the grandfather?
– Finish your walk in, Doctor, sit down. a calva to warm you up?
Patrick declines the offer and throws a questioning glance at the farmer.
– Wait, Doctor, it won’t be long.
The farmer goes to the dog and sprinkles gasoline. The dog does not bark anymore. The farmer ignites the gasoline and the dog burns without a cry.
– How much do I owe you, Doctor?
Patrick, shaken, cannot speak. The farmer serves him a calva that he drinks in his butt and sticks a bill in his hand before escorting him back to his car.
Back at the doctor’s office, his elder colleague notices his trouble. Patrick tells him about the scene he witnessed. He’s wondering why the farmer brought him here.
– I see what it is, said Laurent. “This dog was bad luck on the farm, so he had to be burned alive to cast off the evil spell. These practices are common here.
– But why show me this horror?
– For the exorcism to work, there must be a witness from the other side, as they say. Someone in the city who does not believe in witchcraft. Without her, the spell can return.
Dead or alive? Single or multiple? Courage or run? Sense or nonsense? Both my captain. And the cows will be well guarded. The forbidden sense prevents me from passing. But what to do in front of a forbidden no-sense? Bail with boredom. And the bitches will be well waxed.
Magic is in the heart of the one who animates it. Terror, in the eye that looks. Without the fear of the spectator, magic is only a device. Fear is a dog that dies without a cry. Is the healing of an inquisition pyre worth less than that of blinded doctors? Does reason explain everything? I know that it is the opposite. Reason blasts what it explains. Madness gives it wings.
Nonsense has multiple meanings. It is multiple and polysemantic, like the concept of god. The being he designates is supposed to answer several questions. (read more)
Everything has meaning, to infinity. And at the same time, meaning always escapes existence since nothing can be reduced to anything but itself.
Quantum physics teaches us to change our routines. In her new hymn she shows us that the effect does not necessarily follow the cause, and that many causes do not have an effect – or the effect one might expect. The warriors of light and the militants already know this. A perfect warrior acts without waiting for the result of his action. An activist expects a certain result that he rarely gets.
Rome is no longer in Rome. The world is not what we see, nor what we believe – it has an effect. If the lightning strikes your head my friend you are dead. If you are not dead my friend you are great and your hands will make miracles bloom.
The warrior who receives lightning becomes a wizard, the wizard who receives lightning becomes dead. The dead who receives lightning regains life. François Hollande who receives lightning on his plane wakes up but hides it, because he wants to remain a normal buddha.
What is awakening? We see the signs of it all around us, without looking for them. Awakening is in the air of time. Time has no more time, space becomes porous: a thousand worlds mingle with ours and we are many to explore them. Life itself has changed its taste, so it is appropriate to explore some old moons that have also taken a famous facelift.
The rock falls every time I open my hand: but tomorrow, what will it do? The present is absolutely unheard of, only the dressing makes it familiar.
It is fashionable to reject superstitions: they are however effective in most cases. The superstitious believes that if he passes under a ladder, he will be hurt. If he knows that he has passed under a ladder, he is already preparing for the misfortune …which will not fail to happen. But if he doesn’t know that he’s been under a ladder, will the misfortune spare him?
The loud, inexplicable, dazzling lightning must have terrified many savages who were hiding at the bottom of their cave. But she must have awakened many initiates in the covered alleys.
How many millennia did it take to understand the why and how of the physical phenomenon? Now that we think we know everything, have we really understood it? Spells, imprecations, magic and kabbalistic formulas are a pool of perennial beliefs, maintained by generations of fairies and witches. The magical thought is returning in force, is disappointed the essayist Michel Onfray, once philosopher, today defrocked. Philosopher, Onfray? Nicht, as Nietzsche would say.
Magic thought? Magic is not a thought. The ignorant who indulge in superstition have nothing magical. It is the action that is magical, as long as it comes from the body, the belly, the unconscious. It is true that Onfray does not believe in the existence of the unconscious, which explains its inconsistency. We’d better be quiet, but he has to sell his books…
As soon as the dictatorship of thought stops, action takes power. Only action is magic. If it is not, it remains locked in the sphere of the mind. That is, in the throes of ego — the exclusive domain of a guy like Onfray, precisely. Philosopher fallen because he’s a disappointed thinker. He who has passed half of his life, at least I hope I urge him to (re)read Jung…
Many magic formulas are well-known and yet still effective… as long as the intention is there. The fact that they have been trivialized has not taken away anything from their power, on the contrary. However, without the terrible intention of the sorcerer, formula or not, nothing happens.
In terms of magic, nothing is trivial. Nothing is trivial. And yet the warrior will cross the magical worlds without manifesting the slightest astonishment. Everything happens as if he was used to the unknown. This is his way of tracking down intention, the only parade to pure and simple erasure.
Intention, how to say intention? It looks like electricity – the frequency and intensity of the current, its corpuscular or undulating nature. For intention, too, these two parameters are necessary. Frequency and intensity.
In the exercise of intention, as in a boxing match, the important thing is the high guard, it pulls on the shoulders, but it’s health. Protect your face. Then visualize something in your head and you will have it. Be careful, it only works if you have cleaned up your body, your heart and your life.
There is a time for everything and that’s called intention. High guard. All roast in the beak does not fall the garlic leg. Abracadabra! The spell claps and nails with fright – and believe me, there’s some reason for that. What does this funny word mean? In Hebrew, not much, and still, well drawn.
Some of the most prominent linguists have broken their teeth there. That is their custom, to be honest. But this time, the unfortunate ones had no chance from the start. Necessarily, because this word does not belong to the known languages, to none of them – and to all. It is medieval low-latin, also called kitchen latin, this vernacular language transmitted to our Gallic ancestors by the Roman legionaires, who spoke slang and distorted Latin syntax.
To understand abracadabra, linguistics is no longer required. You have to use the language of the birds.
“The sheep is not just any bird: it’s the young goose. Why the goose? In coded language, the building companions of cathedrals were called the children of Mother Goose, which also means, in Oison language, products of bitter law. The language of the Oisons loves puns, puns, gauloiseries and paillardises, because the sacred feeds on them.
The medieval builders had other reasons to call themselves little of the Goose, notably the Pédauque, or palmated paw of the goose, as we have seen in the Mother the Goose. Let’s go back to our Oisons and their beautiful language, which is also called slang. That we can write the art goth or the Argoat. There are so many different slang just in France! The language of the goslings is a living language, while the academic language is dying, and tomorrow will be dead language.” (read more)
Ab, in Latin, expresses the provenance: which comes from. As for Ra, it is the Sun of the Egyptians. It is also the god Ra or Ram, this hero of the Tuatha Dé Danaan, who conquered half the planet. Abra would therefore mean: who comes from the sun. Now, we have seen that for the Ancients what comes from the Sun is lightning. For the Sun is D, it is Hyperborea. Planet Wandering, Nibiru for the Sumerians. Anunna mothership full of electronics and hi-tech weapons.
Abra is therefore lightning, gift of Ra or gift of Isis. The same root Abra is found in the name of the founding patriarch of the three religions of the book, Abram or Abraham. Which comes from Rama. Abram was his son. Knowing that Abram was himself one of the masters of lightning, initiated by her and great awakener of his fellow men by the use of this same lightning, the word Abra can no longer have any secret.
As for the word “cadabra” we recognized it immediately, it is the corpse, the dead body. Lightning corpse… this formula would mean: “May the lightning kills you“
Most magic formulas explicitly refer to the initial power of language. The biblical genesis is explicit: “In the beginning was the Word and the Word was God”. Divine creation is the work of the Word. Words, more words, always the same.
Words, words, Dalida sang to wilt the hollow language of her lover. Did she not know that certain words have the power of life and death? Words are not just meaning, as linguistics wants us to believe. Their power is in the sound and in the intention.
Place his voice, put his feet flat, breathe through the perineum, make the mental void and speak the word. The sound. The particular sound wave. Truth is music, not thought. Sound is what creates form. Look at the Bible: “In the beginning was the verb, and the verb was god.”
The etymology that interests me first is that which studies sounds, phonemes in their original pronunciation, and not the spelling which is only a dead letter. The sound Ab Ra Cadavra or Cadabra, is of an unusual power. It has been distorted by the music-hall magicians, ignorant illusionists who live on illusion, poor fools.
For those who know, some subjects are not to laugh.
The intention is not the will, as I explained. The intention does not come from the mind, it is picked up by the body, by the belly more precisely, and it comes from above. It does come from elsewhere. There is no personal god in the nagual philosophy. There is only the omnipresent, blind and deaf Energy and a force called the Intention, which corresponds little or nothing to the Holy Spirit of Christians in an impersonal version. Therefore it is useless, even arrogant, to address a prayer to him. The Intention will not hear him.
As Energy, Intention is deaf. But it’s not blind. Well, not quite. The warrior who needs his help must accumulate energy through impeccable behavior. He must then strengthen his personal intention in order to shine his brightness and attract the Intention. Thus he may receive the expected help. Yet there is no illusion about the effectiveness of this strategy. Nothing guarantees the result. The warrior acts tirelessly, but he does not expect any result from his action. So…
This perfectly describes the world we are in, or the effectiveness of prayer is close to zero. It seems that the gods of different faiths have other cats to whip. Very few prayers are answered. To conform day after day to binding religious precepts for such a meager benefit seems to me very ineffective. Pascal’s bet is a fool’s bargain.” (read more)
Pascal offers the atheist the following bet: “God is or he is not. But which side will we lean to? Reason cannot determine anything; there is an infinite chaos that separates us. There is a game at the end of this infinite distance, where it will come cross or pile. What do you win? You cannot do either of these things for reason; you cannot defend either. So do not blame those who have made a choice for falsehood; for you know nothing of it.
The objection would be to refuse to bet. To this, Pascal replied that we do not have the freedom to refrain from betting, since our eternal life depends on the choice we make: “It is not voluntary, you are embarked… Your reason is not hurt by choosing one over the other, since you must necessarily choose”. (source)
Deception is not a thing. The warrior of light makes gold with lead. Resort to magic if reason is not enough?
Abracadabra is anything but lead: gold powder. Ancient grimoires say that you should avoid pronouncing it – even when playing games – because its destructive power is great. If we do not always see the devastating effects, let us not conclude that these effects do not exist … so I will not repeat it — even if I am playing games. Not so fool.
Blaise Pascal, born on 19 June 1623 in Clermont in the Auvergne and died on 19 August 1662 in Paris, was a polymath: mathematician, physicist, inventor, philosopher, moralist and theologian. The multiplicity of his talents is truly abracadabrantesque.
“Abracadabrantesque” is an adjective derived from abracadabrant, used to describe an incredible thing. The creation of this neologism is attributed to Arthur Rimbaud who uses it in his poem Le coeur supplicié in 1871, but it was found earlier in Mario Proth’s Vagabonds published in 1865. The adjective was popularized in 2000 by Jacques Chirac, on a suggestion from Villepin. Indeed, Dominique Galouzeau de Villepin is a great lover of poetry and precious language.
Arthur Rimbaud was a French poet, born on October 20, 1854 in Charleville and died on November 10, 1891 in Marseille. Although brief, his poetic work is characterized by a prodigious thematic and stylistic density, making him one of the major figures of French literature.
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