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Jesus said: be passers-by. (source)<\/a>gospel according to Thomas<\/span> Go forward, go backwards or sideways, but always go. Don\u2019t take the plunge. Don\u2019t settle in. Run away from immobility. Passing through is not a fashion, not a desire, but a real way of life. From this eternal movement, draw the essential: your quality of passing makes you a precious being. You are now the one through which we move on.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe Door of the Elsewhere<\/h4>\n

To pass is to let the wind run through you. To let life penetrate you, cross you, use you to reach the Elsewhere. Through you, beings can pass. Those who come from below, those who come from elsewhere, those who desperately need to reach this plan. You will do them the short way. Isn\u2019t that the best service to give them? So many people are closed doors. Impassable walls. They are sentenced to life in prison. Hell to death. Do not imitate them. You will find paradise by offering it to passers-by. Let them pass. Let them laugh. Let them get drunk, discover the other side of the mirror. To help them, break the ice.<\/p>\n

For about twenty years, I was an initiator. A deep-sea cleaner. I trained my visitors to dive to the depths of themselves. They appreciated it. How did I do it? Few have understood it, yet they have experienced it. To become a passer-by, to offer this safe passage to this immensity in there, it is necessary and sufficient to make a vacuum. Great spring cleaning, summer watering, winter polishing and autumn leaching. Empty head, open heart. Everything goes through the heart. If it is closed, you bump into it, you trip, you hurt yourself. You stumble. You stumble, you go your way.<\/p>\n

Empty head, open with two shutters the portal of the Elsewhere. Stern father who loses his glasses, perseveres. Willingly or forcefully, insists. We\u2019ll be grateful for your help.<\/p>\n

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Doorway<\/h4>\n

You will be the door that leads each one to another path, to another morning, to another destiny. Another reason to go and live further. I borrow these last words from my favourite bard, Glenmor. I used to add a link to Youtube, to make you discover beautiful music. Since Google took over the web\u2019s jukebox, these links are lost. I had to take most of it out, because instead of taking you to ear heaven, they\u2019re giving you a dry crap error 404 not found<\/em>. Thanks Google. World of shit. Another reason to move on.<\/p>\n

Don\u2019t keep your house closed. Breathe. Do the right thing and let it happen. Complete your hegira. Without a sigh, smile. They want to come in? Let it through. Offer the tea to the guests. They need help, they need a cure, they don\u2019t know that the only healing that matters is in them. You repeat it, you grumble, you fart, you sad arpeggite of the heavenly magister, have a weighty hand, turn your jacket, flee incests, the stinking male plague, song of manifest gestures, there are laws for that, lawyers, the turnip goes.<\/p>\n

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Don\u2019t be without<\/h4>\n

Not without courage, not without sharing, not without shore, not without storm, not without face, not without wise body, not without outrage, not without savage, not without carnage, not without hostage, not without waxing, be not wise.<\/p>\n

Unparalleled rival<\/h4>\n

Without equal, without stand, without treat, without rival, without oval, without oral, without anal, without annals, without global, without natal, without sandal, without spiral, without mind. Life is what you unpack. Life is what you devastate. Life is what you swallow.<\/p>\n

Overall work<\/h4>\n

April come she will<\/em>
\nWhen streams are ripe and swelled with rain;<\/em>
\nMay, she will stay,<\/em>
\nResting in my arms again.<\/em><\/p>\n

June, she’ll change her tune,<\/em>
\nIn restless walks she’ll prowl the night;<\/em>
\nJuly, she will fly<\/em>
\nAnd give no warning to her flight.<\/em><\/p>\n

August, die she must,<\/em>
\nThe autumn winds blow chilly and cold;<\/em>
\nSeptember I’ll remember<\/em>
\nA love once new has now grown old.<\/em><\/p>\n

Hell of a pace<\/h4>\n

… that of nothingness<\/p>\n

Ball violins<\/h4>\n

In the Hohenzollern district<\/em>
\nBetween the Saar and the barracks<\/em>
\nLike the flowers of alfalfa<\/em>
\nLola\u2019s breasts were blooming<\/em><\/p>\n

She had a swallow\u2019s heart<\/em>
\nOn the couch in the brothel<\/em>
\nI was just lying next to her<\/em>
\nIn the hiccups of pianola<\/em><\/p>\n

Is this how men live<\/em>
\nAnd their kisses in the distance follow them<\/em><\/p>\n

Louis Aragon<\/p>\n

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When it hurts<\/h4>\n

Think of something else. Look at life in pink. Give up prose. For no reason or cause. Lie down. No dope and no dose. Don\u2019t be gloomy. Be gay if you dare.<\/p>\n

Be the animal<\/h4>\n

He went to cry famine<\/em>
\nTo the ant his neighbor,<\/em>
\nBegging her to lend him<\/em>
\nSome grain to survive<\/em>
\nUntil the new spring.<\/em>
\nI\u2019ll pay you, he says,<\/em>
\nNext summer, word of animal,<\/em>
\nInterest and principal.<\/em><\/p>\n

Jean de La Fontaine<\/p>\n

Non cerebral<\/h4>\n

Mental end<\/p>\n

Nothing’s fatal<\/h4>\n

It could have been just
\nA moment almost
\nFor death to arrive
\nBut a naked hand
\nCame and took my hand
\nSo I could survive.<\/em><\/p>\n

Louis Aragon<\/p>\n

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All is but<\/h4>\n

There is a light at the end of every tunnel … we just have to pray this is not a train.<\/p>