The Wizard Bridge - Eden Saga

Which bridge of the wizards? Misleading title. There is no bridge that leads to the sorcerers. To get their help or their science, it’s up to you to make the effort. To join their world, you will need to build the bridge yourself, because never a wizard can build one to reach you.

That’s how we recognize true wizards.

Slipper Traps

Attention, throughout your search to discover the good one, the one that will really help you, there are many pitfalls to avoid. The shamaness who dominates the article is an authentic Burati tiger-woman : immediate danger. Neophytes should abstain. But there are others that should be fled like the plague. Those who pose on piles of photos in piles of interesting postures are rarely credible. To avoid too. Those who explain themselves as Franco on their site and who talk to you about healing by adding that they do not heal, avoid them, they have other things to do and already don’t know where to turn.

The ego is the only part of human being which will not know awakening
Lamaist proverb

The traps are as numerous as the encounters. A wizard can have five hundred ways to dismiss an unwelcome applicant. He lives on another planet, at a different pace, and must face many mysteries without abandoning his own qualities. He must be above human beings, while remaining humble and detached from all calculation, desire, and earthly ambition.

Do you want to meet one out of curiosity? Give up. He would only make a bite of you. And to get out of his intention, you don’t have a tenth of the energy needed. Those who live in the world of humans have nothing to say to wizards, nor anything to learn from them. Humans must build a bridge to the other world, without the slightest certainty of being able to return to their previous life.

This exceptional meeting will mark your life for good or ill. There will be for you, rest assured, a before and an after.

Bulky Items

Wizards can adorn themselves with multiple names, labels, nicknames and phony titles. It’s for the gallery. To scare away the unwelcome. A wizard attaches all the less importance to it as the title is pompous, grandiose, corny.

Don’t let yourself be taken in by it, or if you have to believe it, whether it’s without believing it. You can, it’s not that hard. Build your bridge and play the bard. The nice thing! Everyone wants to know, that’s why I have so many readers. For someone who knows, I talk too much. I cheat. Do your bridge keep the beat.

I don’t want to believe, I want to know.
Carl Sagan

Listen to your body. What you don’t know, your body knows.
Jean-Claude Flornoy

But here it is: I am neither wise nor a poor wizard. I attach no importance to the names given to me, to titles, to honors. I leave them to whoever wants: they clutter me. Build your bridge just after me.

Pontonniers and pontiffs

“The Druids lived isolated, because they were the intermediaries, the ‘bridge’ of communication between men and the Gods – hence the name of the Pontifex in Rome, and the pontiff that is given to the Pope – the bridge also between men and the King whose councils they were. Let us recall that ‘if they spoke before the king, it was nevertheless he who decided!” (source)

In fact, among the Celts, the druid has a dual function: he is a warrior mage in battles and a wise healer after the fight. Just like Merlin, Gandalf and later the Templars, or the monks of Shao Lin. “Ideally, every power is attached to the druids and the authority of their divine science. The king is a nobleman vested with a mandate of time management over the nobility and the working classes who share the social duties: respectively the protection and the satisfaction of the needs of all.” (source)

The Druids, diviners and initiators, are also healers. “The Tuatha Dé Danaan have a god-doctor, Diancecht who is an expert in magic and medicine. He heals and restores the wounded, he resurrects the dead by immersing them in the Fountain of Health, he makes a prosthesis for King Nuada who had his arm torn off. The epics are full of these healings, where plants, incantations and magical drinks are used.” (Wikipedia)

Already a new religion showed the nose… From the 3rd century AD, the rise of Christianity pushed back the old religion of the Great Goddess, Belisama, yet firmly established among the Celts.

The Celtic Gods

The druids were the legatees of pre-diluvian, universal wisdom, practiced from childhood through initiatory rites. This Old Religion was then universal. There were only variants in the practice, the background was common, the beliefs were everywhere the same. But we are at the end of Kali Yug, the decline is becoming dizzying. In the space of a human life, the sum of sacred knowledge and ordinary magical practices has melted like snow in the sun, and this in all countries, on all continents.

The Celtic pantheon presents “some analogy with the Olympus of the Greeks and Romans. God Tarann, spirit of thunder, is also the god of the sky, the engine and the arbiter of the world. The sun, under the name of Bel or Belen, gave birth to healthy plants and presided over medicine. Heus or Hesus, the war. Teutates or Teutatis, trade and industry. Even eloquence and poetry had their symbol, Ogmius, like Hercules armed with mace and bow, and leading after him men attached in chains of gold and amber that came from his mouth”(source)Jules Michelet, Histoire de France

Zeus was easily recognized under the name Tarann ; Apollo under the name Belen ; March named Hesus ; Hermes – Mercury named Teutatis by the Gauls.

But nothing is so simple, or rather everything becomes so again if we remember that most of these gods are known by several names, depending on the countries and eras. Thus Tarann or Taranis is sometimes Thor, god of lightning too. Belenos is Bel the Ram, another name for Ram.

To learn more

Opaque List

Here is a mix of names that some wizards wear. But gaffe again: behind the social or commercial label, the man of knowledge, the real witch remain inaccessible. Most of those who display themselves are only traders, therefore the exact opposite of the wizard.

Healer — Wisher — Drunk-up — Sorcerer — Sorcerer — Sorcerer — Shaman — Shawoman — Votromane — Bewitcher — Disgusting — Disillusioner — Disentangler — Rat-up — Deranged

The fool thinks himself wise, the wise man knows himself fool.
William Shakespeare

Derate — Failed — Psychotherapist — Psi show — Pschitt Citronsee on the left — Geobiologist — Geodesist — Geo QP — Psychopath — Naturopath — Naturist — Naturally — Nature she lies — Poilopath — Chelou — Marlou — Sons of Loulou — Old fool — Crazy old lady — Old sage — Old not wise — Corsage — Corfou — Passage — Passing — Enjoying — Powerful — Guide — Sister state — Etamine — Erudit — Kiludi — Kwatudi — Samadhi — Wednesday — Poete-maudit — Poete-vos-papiers — Poete-pouet

The poet is one who throughout his existence retains the gift of wonder.
André Lhote

— Masseur — Brother — Sons — Mephisto — Mephistard — Pistard — Party animal — Fefot — Pretend — Buttock-in-white — Buttock-en-toc — Sociopathic — Neuropathic — Carpathic — Metacarpal — Launderer — White Chiper — Cellar — Lampist — Sexist — Exist — Treasure hunt — Precious cunt — Fatalist — Fête à Liszt — Fais ta liste …

From Adventure to Adventure

When by chance you see one of these names or others from the same barrel, without hesitation, change sidewalk. If you can get over your very understandable instinctive distrust, take the bridge they point out to you. It leads nowhere, like paths that lead nowhere, these Holzwege dear to Martin Heidegger.

German philosopher Martin Heidegger was a member of the Nazi Party in the 1930s and 1940s. This affiliation to the party and its participation in the regime are a source of lively controversy. Some see this as a sign of problems inherent in his philosophy: the latter, particularly the emphasis on the importance of rooting, led him to support a racist and nationalist ideology that eventually led to the Holocaust. FSOABfucking son of a bitch

I hadn’t been told all that. He was at the philosophy program in the 70s. Is this rat still there?

This Famous Bridge

Forget Heil-Two-Wars. Return to the passion that drives you: meeting a wizard. Neither extreme right, nor extreme left, nor extreme center. But a left-sided wizard who can cut the spell that weighs you down. If he shows you a path to him, he is a crook. Change the sidewalk again.

Know that the real meeting will not take place
that if you manage to build this famous bridge alone.

How to build it? Don’t count on me to tell you. You have to find out for yourself. True wizards are magical, fakes are greedy. The true ones are discreet, the fakes appear. The real ones are honest and straight, the fake ones are twisted and perverse.

I seem to be joking, it’s intentional. Otherwise, I would be building the bridge for you and it wouldn’t happen. To be credible, I am forced to ignore it. What suits me is my style.

A Game of Dupes

If you go dare-dare, enter without knocking, violence is never the right choice. But know that the real meeting will not take place in a shop with street-level access, nor in a hospital, care center, sanatorium, etc.

Neither in a beauty or mock institute, nor in thalassotherapy, even without lasso you’re grated.

Nor in a medical office, paramedical office or comfort room.

The real meeting takes place
when the wizard chooses you.

It’s the paradox. He must choose between a thousand, while letting you believe that it is you who chose him. Otherwise, how to build this famous bridge to go towards it? We play to pretend in each of our actions, and to go towards the wizard, pretend you don’t care about yourself, so will he.

This enviable meeting is always a game of fools. But who fools who? That’s the question. On the other hand, the answer is elsewhere. It’s up to you to find her. I didn’t play the rule. I strayed into the emotional meanders that block everything and I unlock, you freeze, I swap, you shock and it blocks again.

Finalement finalement
il nous fallut bien du talent
pour être odieux sans être adultes.
(Jacques Brel)

Finally, finally,
we really needed talent
to be odious but not adults.

Saturday, November 1, 2025

A love without a name
made of shame and compassion
passion con without reproach
bit our fingers to the bone
and the heart to the core
we will no longer go to the amble
on the docks of shouting
on the jetty overboard
until the fight
until the body-to-body

We did not win
otherwise two-three years
more
we have lost nothing
apart from three-four points
of less
let me hold your hand
you will let go tomorrow

Facing emptiness I am afraid
to jump
fear of missing me
and to live
crippled
locked in the books
goes barefoot

All the paths mix aromaFrench: lead to Rome
but the feet
are screwed will no longer
nickel chrome
of a stride
blindman’s bluff
bad as a Piéplu
like a brawler
pervert paillard
of an old fashioned blow

Old arty show
like in Clermont
my friend Dumont
known in Japan
in Kyoto
on a bridge
warm tea jacket
da do ron ron
a lemon tea
ti ass all round
of a hostess in petticoats
hi nippon
arigato naïmasté
another tea

Would you like us to
no you say no
thirst like an idiot
nameless desire
you were calling me by my first name
qu’s’aviez du mal à prononcerthat had trouble pronouncing
this evil that we are
given without wanting it
at the very end of the corridor
black
later along the promenade
who goes around the old manor
in the garden near the black mast
all black is black

This black corridor of despair
some ex pair
big idiots they abuse
that we amuse
with two-three halves of orange
you look like an angel
adorable demon
get out of your schoolbag
that’s it
everything is ready on the table
the large sand-colored tray
scent of fable
when nothing solid or stable
everything overwhelms us

Life?
there are some who live it
there are some who write it
who do you think it is
delighted without vis-à-vis
who is it? the balls
unknown in the crowd

Delighted to be here
disgusted who says so
happy to be down here
also

Watch the evening as if day should die in it and the morning as if everything was born in it. Wise is the one who marvels.
André Gide

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And while I was making the final adjustments to this page that will be a milestone,or the opposite? the best shape came back to me. Spleen no mean, die the devil, oppressed me depressed, no use my blues and compress my sadness — ie to give you, blessed readers, dearest friends, the quintessence of what is essential! As for the rest, je laisse en cielI leave it in the sky.