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“Scientific knowledge is not objective, it is, like civilization, a conspiracy, and many facts are rejected<\/a> because they would upset established reasoning.”\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>(source)<\/a>Pauwels et Bergier, Le Matin des magiciens<\/span><\/em> Thank you, Mr. Pauwels, thank you, Mr. Bergier. Reading your fabulous book has opened my eyes wide shut by ten years of catechism and twenty years of educastration. <\/span><\/p>\n

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Hidden Facts<\/h4>\n

This fabulous essay had the effect of a bomb when it appeared in 1960. He lists many anecdotes then unknown, he utters a typed of hidden facts, denounces a slew of untruths, and to tell the truth, he has opened the door to unexplored areas, parapsychology, esotericism, alchemy, secret societies, occult sciences… What a delicious draught of air in the head and in the heart! The young people of my generation really needed it.<\/p>\n

Without air, I was. Air, even more air! I never lacked anything else. Before dying, at the very moment of his death, Goethe would have said: “Mehr Licht!” Did he already see more light in the other world than he saw here below? Or did he want us to bring more candles?<\/p>\n

The light floods me more every day. And for the air, I don\u2019t lack it either. In every sense of the word. I have more nerve than I need. Breath too. At the moment I write, my house vibrates and moans like a lantern at the expense of the Wind Shore, Land Before.<\/p>\n

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Decadent astrology<\/h4>\n

This book is not a novel, although the intention is romantic. It does not belong to science fiction, although there are myths that feed this genre. It is not a collection of bizarre facts, although the Angel of the Bizarre is comfortable there. Nor is it a scientific contribution, the vehicle of an unknown teaching, a testimony, a documentary, or a fabrication. It is the account, sometimes legend and sometimes exact, of a first journey in fields of knowledge barely explored.<\/em><\/p>\n

I have little esteem for this indigestible and decadent mess called astrology. She tells me of a sign of air, an element very present in my astral chart. Great good does it. Yet I often missed it. At intervals, a sweet zephyr changes me. I become myself again. Sometimes — rarely — a gust exalts me. Pauwels and Bergier\u2019s book was more than a squall.<\/p>\n

Suddenly the narrow world, dull as a notary\u2019s clerk, this little world deprived of air is no longer: its ghost explodes in fresh sheaves. Very thirst-quenching. A new world is there, still unreal and yet truer than the old. The uneasiness always felt dissipates, the joy radiates, the moment is sustained and the future belongs to me.<\/p>\n

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Present Life<\/h4>\n

So I decided to live in the present. It\u2019s a choice that everyone can make, a wild choice that lasts.\u00a0 I married Knowledge with a great C: it differs in every respect from scientific knowledge, which is often ignorance draped with indignity.<\/p>\n

\"\"“In the topography of intelligence, one could, says Charles Hoy Fort, define knowledge as “ignorance shrouded in laughter.” It will therefore be necessary to demand an addition to the freedoms guaranteed by the Constitution: the freedom to doubt science. Freedom to doubt evolution (and if Darwin\u2019s work was fiction?), the rotation of the earth, the existence of a speed of light, gravitation, etc. Everything except facts. Unsorted facts, whether noble or not, bastard or pure, with their processions of oddities and incongruous concomitances.”<\/em> (source)<\/a>Pauwels and Bergier, Morning of the Magicians<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Of course, Darwin’s work<\/a> is fiction. Everything is fiction in this pseudo theory of evolution. Darwin<\/a> himself, at the end of his life, wanted to withdraw his master work, The Descent Of Man<\/em><\/a>, which he considered full of errors and inconsistencies. Clairvoyance, finally! Under the pressure of his disciples, he did nothing about it, I deplore it, and science has not recovered.<\/p>\n

For two centuries, we have been repeating this same nonsense without looking further or looking for mistakes. Yet innumerable… So we put patches on patches, we tape, we patch, we make the mistake last against everything. The theory of evolution is water on all sides, science does not care, its stubborn caciques prefer to sink with the ship. RIP, without eternal regrets … or even ephemeral.<\/p>\n

It’s easier to blow up an atom than a prejudice.<\/p>