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\"\"Ana\u00eblle et Myrios, La nuit des Arch\u00e9es<\/em><\/span><\/h5>\n

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A lived experience is close to my heart since childhood: time within time. I need to explain myself about that. I have baptized this experience as the infra-temporality<\/a> or suspended time. The word can be scary, but the thing is even more surprising. No one talks about it and everyone knows it.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Two times<\/h4>\n

Philosophers distinguish two kinds of time that have nothing to do, subjective time and objective time<\/a>. They are very different, they do not flow at the same speed. The objective time is universal, measurable and regular. This is the normal, official time. From the point of view of being, he is sterile. Because each being lives in a temporal bubble that does not follow the objective time. This bubble is called subjective time.<\/p>\n

\"\"Remember the math class that lasts a long way. Think of the two days of the week-end that are going much faster than two days of work. There is also the car accident. I have lived several. Time slows down so much that we find ourselves in another reality.<\/p>\n

There is the objective time, and the subjective time. The accident lasts only a handful of seconds during which one have time to relive all his life<\/a> …<\/p>\n

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Jade water<\/h4>\n

In some circumstances, it is possible to dilate the subjective time that forms a bubble within the objective time<\/strong><\/span>. It becomes no longer linear but spiral. Like the spiral of incarnation<\/a><\/strong> \u00a0…<\/p>\n

The subject in danger passes on another time scale, and while the outside world evolves at the same speed over time objective, the subject has stopped the world or stopped the time for what concerns him, which leaves him all leisure to act to ward off the threat and avoid danger.<\/p>\n

The ancient Egyptians had a recipe for automatically accessing this subjective time bubble<\/strong>, so that it simply substitutes for objective time. This recipe is called jade water<\/a>.<\/p>\n

It was made under a pyramid, with water that was to stay there for a moon. One of my friends, Guy D, followed the ancient recipe and got some jade water that we tested both.<\/p>\n

\"\"Well, I can tell you, jade water distorts the weather.<\/p>\n

Subjective time becomes universal law. It takes precedence over the objective time that seems to align with it.<\/p>\n

Some learned teachers of quantum physics could probably explain this paradox.<\/p>\n

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Two Horses<\/h4>\n

As for me, I trust my body: after having swallowed this magic potion, we made 300km in a 2cv at the top speed of a TGV: less than three quarters of an hour. In a 2cv !! Yes, the thing is impossible. I agree with that.<\/p>\n

Yet we did it in a old jerky 2cv.<\/strong><\/p>\n

But I have already told this anecdote<\/a>. In 1985, I was in charge of comic books for Okapi, when I met Guy who told me the secrets of jade water before making me taste it.<\/p>\n

I made him meet a friend cartoonist, Fr\u00e9d\u00e9ric Boilet, and all three of us started the thrilling adventure of creating a comic album.<\/p>\n

The subject touched me closely. Naturally, the proximity created between us during the many work sessions brought us to a higher speed. We have lived through these stories of power that leave a fascinating memory.<\/p>\n

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Water of Youth<\/h4>\n

Speaking of Jade water, exotic and rare, there is one closer to us that is still used in the remote countryside: Water of Youth<\/em>. I devoted an entire article to him.<\/p>\n

There is a magic water, which gives health, good mood and long life. I fell in it when I was little. My mother rushed to get me out. Too late, I was drowned. So much for life. It will be another time\u2026 It is a special water, easy to obtain, the secret of which has been lost. Don\u2019t think of it as a farce, but rather an ancient legend that may well become reality again.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Lustral water, jade water<\/a>, water of youth, elixir of long life, magic potion<\/a>, soma, ambrosia, dew water, l’eau r\u00e9ale,<\/a>royal water<\/span> it bears many names according to places and times. The Hebrews called it the Water of the Patriarchs<\/a>. In the Bible, the Patriarchs are endowed with an exceptional longevity: 700 years for Enoch, 900 years for Methuselah. This longevity could well come from this precious liquid. But it is mainly explained by their origin: the patriarchs belonged to the race of giants<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n

The Hebrews called Water of the In the Bible, the Patriarchs are gifted with exceptional longevity: 700 years Enoch, Methuselah 900 years. This longevity might be due to the daily intake of this water.<\/em><\/p>\n

In Mahabalipuram, in southern India, this ancient circular basin seems to have been dug with modern tools. It is, however, very old, and scientists in India and elsewhere are wondering what this magnificent basin could be used for. Let\u2019s go! But to swim, pardi! To immerse your body, head included, in this beautiful pool filled with Eau de Vie. These capital letters show that I am not talking about alcohol, but about a particular water with beneficial virtues.<\/em><\/p>\n

Read More<\/a><\/p>\n

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\"maha-bassin-circulaire-monolith-688po\"<\/p>\n

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Consecration Of Wine<\/h4>\n

In those years, I found the friend Gilles. I already mentioned Gilles, the yogi on the rooftops of Paris. I recounted my initiatory trip to India in the 70s. Fifteen years later, he showed me how to consecrate wine.<\/p>\n

Fill your glass of red wine, raise it to the height of your forehead. Now visualize a column of light rising from the glass and rising to the sky. There, says Gilles, light meets the spirit of wine. So the celebrant – Gilles in this case – feels a very slight shock in the glass. Contact established. The wine is dedicated.<\/p>\n

During the last meetings, I had the opportunity to show this apotheosis of the wine to my guests. Noemie was surprised that the thing could not work with a liquid other than red wine, as I had warned.<\/p>\n

She wanted to test the consecration of water. The ritual performed, it seemed that the water has lost its fluidity. It looked viscous, thicker. Which immediately reminded me of the jade water.<\/p>\n

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Water of What ?<\/h4>\n

Intuition verified after having tasted it. No\u00e9mie had just made jade water in a few seconds, with no pyramidal structure, no gold cup, and nothing of the ritual objects used. I was out.<\/p>\n

Alas, after having drunk each one, we did not observe any particular effect, either on time or on another perception. I think we were not far off the mark.<\/p>\n

Jade water can be made with the red wine consecration method, which Jesus<\/a> used at the Last Supper. In the doubtful case if he has existed<\/a> …<\/p>\n

I have had the opportunity many times to live this kind miracle of the consecration of wine, while deploring the fact that the priests, who believe in consecrating the wine every day by celebrating their Mass, have no idea of \u200b\u200bwhat they have to do to really get there.\u00a0<\/p>\n

No project, no faith, no reality. They utter empty formulas for a dead god in whom they no longer believe.<\/p>\n

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Fast<\/h4>\n

The warrior is fast. Faster the sorcerer. Inner speed, emotional mobility, memorial fluidity. Multiplicity of solicitations, safety of analysis, support of intuition, messages of instinct.<\/p>\n

The warrior stalks. He records every detail because his life depends on it. He’s dilating the moment, his days are fully stuffed, he’s crunching the banana in the middle, laughs out loud, bursts with joy, enjoys the fight against himself, risks his life on a deadly path, keeps his word and holds his course.<\/p>\n

Live as if the moment is your last moment. Captures. Checked in. Eat it. Have a fun. Come back to it. Fast. Multiple. Who too kisses is too happy. It’s so good kisses, hugs, caresses! The good side of the matter.<\/p>\n

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The sorcerer spends most of his time in the bubble of his subjective time. He digs, he rounds his time capsule. The experience and the years make him a kind of mole of time that extends to infinity his network of galleries. Corridors of time. Worm holes in the time frame. Or spatio-temporal?<\/p>\n

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Act Multiple<\/h4>\n

I rarely do one thing at a time. I love to act multiple. Complete four tasks in one step. I struggle in a present that mishandles me to love myself. I thank for all this. I do not expect anything. I act anyway. In the suspended time I slip. On the wall of time I hoist myself. Virtue of vice. Slow climber unscrewing. Indifferent to the precipice. Indecent chance of the novice. Rival accomplice.<\/p>\n

Old age is a progressive slowdown that ends in the immobility of death. Staying alert, alert, active is the antidote to aging. Keeping it fast saves the energy that is used to further increase the inner speed. The warrior is like lightning. He acts without delay. What his eye sees is transmitted to his muscles without passing through the brain. The action is immediate. So does the fly.<\/p>\n

By dint of storing live energy, comes a moment when the warrior swings into infinity. He found eternity. So the warrior goes fast, the world stops. The warrior is Buddha.<\/p>\n

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\"\"The Verge Of Eternity<\/h4>\n

I knew when I was in high school a priest, a philosophy teacher in the final year. His name was Jacques Durandeaux. An extraordinary man. No, because he was a philosopher, you have to be one in his priesthood, it helps. Nor because he believed in god, like his colleagues he had passed the hand, he only bit with the tips of his teeth.<\/p>\n

The title of his first book is quite eloquent: Questions vivantes \u00e0 un Dieu mort. Do you have any idea how much this book has dismantled the clerical hierarchy? Especially since this guy, dressed in a fluorescent suit, driving a convertible, delivered the Lent sermons at Notre Dame de Paris.
\nHe was very listened to, managing to stay always in the spotlight.\u00a0<\/p>\n

Shortly after May 68, he renounced the priesthood to devote himself fully to psychoanalysis. Which some call the confession of modern times… Another book by him shocked me in the right way. This book still haunts me half a century later. Its title? Eternity in daily life.<\/p>\n

His questions brought me others. Eternity is not a state one marries after death, in some hypothetical paradise I don\u2019t know. Eternity is not something one achieves by walking in the womb of objective time. Eternity is elsewhere.<\/p>\n

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Top Enlightenment<\/h4>\n

Eternity is the ultimate degree of enlightenment, the one I have not spoken about yet. It is possible to leave this temporal and spatial plane to come to live a time inside the time where everything is present, eternally present. We must look for eternity at the heart of the moment. And for that, the recipe is known. Just stop the world<\/a>.<\/p>\n

So eternity is accessible. But as soon as we succeed, we have stopped the world in a radical, definitive way. We left the plane of the living. Out of time, out of the sensitive space, out of the company of our fellows. Finally, eternity, is it not the nirvana of Buddhism? The description is the same, in any case. When Buddha arrived there, he was released from the karmic chains, laid the yoke of eternal reincarnations, he stopped the worlds. He left life as we know it.<\/p>\n

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Eternity<\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n

It\u2019s found again.<\/em><\/span>
\nWhat? \u2013 Eternity.<\/em><\/span>
\nIt\u2019s the sea gone off<\/em><\/span>
\nWith the sun.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Sentinel soul,<\/em><\/span>
\nLet\u2019s whisper the confession<\/em><\/span>
\nOf night\u2019s nothingness<\/em><\/span>
\nAnd day ablaze.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

From human approvals,<\/em><\/span>
\nAnd common impulses,<\/em><\/span>
\nThere you free yourself,<\/em><\/span>
\nAnd fly, it all depends.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Since only from you,<\/em><\/span>
\nEmbers of satin,<\/em><\/span>
\nDuty is exhaling,<\/em><\/span>
\nWithout anyone saying: at last.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

There\u2019s no hope there,<\/em><\/span>
\nNo orietur<\/a>.<\/em><\/span>
\nScience along with patience,<\/em><\/span>
\nTorture for sure.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s found again.<\/em><\/span>
\nWhat? \u2013 Eternity.<\/em><\/span>
\nIt\u2019s the sea gone off<\/em><\/span>
\nWith the sun<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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Arthur of Armor<\/h4>\n

\"\"Arthur taller than the king of the same name, Arthur is the emperor of the senses. Arthur the child poet murdered by the smuggler, Rimbaud the trafficker of opium in the Red Sea, gold in the Black Sea and coal in the Coal Sea.<\/p>\n

No doubt he wrote down everything he owed. The world will be satisfied with it. He took his flight and shot himself like one shoots in the foot. Too bad for us. But what a damn precocious genius!<\/p>\n

And what a specialist of eternity! A difficult subject. We only talk about it through hearsay, no one returns from beyond the grave to tell us that.<\/p>\n

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\nThe Ancient Visionaries<\/h4>\n

Except los viejos videntes<\/em>, the former seers. I wrote an article about eternity seen by these lascars, according to what Castaneda says.<\/p>\n

The ancient seers of Mexico are closely related to my definition of the nature of eternity. They know that eternity is at the heart of the moment, they know it belongs to the one who stops the world, but on top of that, these fabulous fellows from before have found the surest way to achieve it. I practice it assiduously…<\/p>\n

And their thing is really eternity in everyday life. And not just printed in a book.<\/p>\n

They have managed to prolong their earthly existence indefinitely. These seers do not have unlimited trust in the afterlife. They do not believe in life after life. They have acquired the conviction that after the death of the body, the spirit, the soul and the consciousness fly away towards the beak of the Eagle.<\/p>\n

Once devoured, they believe, consciousness is dissolved by the gastric juices of the Eagle and finds itself mixed with universal consciousness, ready to be used for a new assembly, by a new being, in another world, at another time.<\/p>\n

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Roads of India 1975<\/h2>\n