{"id":41650,"date":"2025-12-07T05:00:08","date_gmt":"2025-12-07T04:00:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/?p=41650"},"modified":"2025-12-05T20:09:09","modified_gmt":"2025-12-05T19:09:09","slug":"here-and-here","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/here-and-here.html","title":{"rendered":"Here and Here"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-57319\" src=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/ici-et-ici-xs-2018-nf-1500x900-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1500\" height=\"900\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"chapo\"><a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/initiation-nagualism-castaneda-bilocation-teleportation-body-outing.html\">Body outing<\/a>, I know. It happens to me since childhood. Suddenly I am no longer matter, <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/the-essence-of-existence.html\">I float in astral<\/a>. Under my feet, the landscape where I was still walking the second before. And a standing body, tinkering with something. That body is mine. He seems to have a life of his own, and I no longer have anything to do with that life, organic and deadly. I am a spirit. I belong to <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/an-other-world.html\">the other world<\/a>.<\/span><\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"perfect-quotes\"><p>There&#8217;s another world inside of this one, the borderline is inner and time stops here.<\/p><footer class=\"blockquote-footer\">Stef Kervor<\/footer><\/blockquote>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">Higher Ailleurs<\/h4>\n<p>In astral, we have no eyes, we see better than with them. We have no ears, we hear perfectly. We can do everything like with the body, and even better. I live elsewhere, I live higher up. Hence the title of this paragraph. The two words are pronounced (almost) the same way. At by the aspirated h of the English word higher, above. There is no chance. Having your head elsewhere is dreaming higher&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>But the worries of the material world always clutter my mind. Am I dying? <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/the-astral-arcane.html\">Am I already dead?<\/a> By living these borderline situations, I\u2019ve gotten used to it. Working alongside the impossible, we end up finding it commonplace. This familiarity with the other world has made me an expert in the astral. I travel there better than by train, better than by car, better than by plane. Human travels are no longer my age. The astral is my garden.<\/p>\n<p>Expert in the astral, I have taken many readers there for more than four years, <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/flying-wolves-23.html\">by whole pack of Flying Wolves<\/a>. But that\u2019s another story, the slightly open door is closed for security reasons. What everyone does in the secrecy of their intimacy becomes hazardous when it is visible. A group in astral, you can see it like the nose in the middle of the figure and unhealthy entities that are up there at home don\u2019t take long to react.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">Bilocation<\/h4>\n<p>I took everything on myself, I almost died, I don\u2019t play that anymore. Do it all by yourself if you feel like it. Dreaming is living a duplication of oneself, a <strong><a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/real-dream.html\">bilocation<\/a><\/strong>. You are both asleep and awake, both here and there. One of the two is a double, but your consciousness is in both. Not at the same time. Alternately. Strange sensation. We all have an astral double. Some even have several.<\/p>\n<p>A few years ago, I wanted to take a swim under the full February moon. Suicidal, my life looked like nothing. As one might expect, the Channel was icy, but I felt nothing. I was elsewhere. Indifferent. In great danger of death, I swam towards the open sea. It was a falling tide, I felt good. Detached from everything. A voice told me: &#8220;stop, as soon as you go past the point, you will be caught by the current, you will drown.&#8221; The nice thing!<\/p>\n<p>It remained a dead letter. I continued to swim towards the dark, lost in the endless night, vast as the sea, and cold as it. Later, when the power came to me, I repeated to myself &#8216;you\u2019re going to drown&#8217;. Simple observation as if it were another, an ant, an unimportant insect, and everything was fine.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-57321\" src=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/ici-et-ici-lune-sk23-1900x1140-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1900\" height=\"1140\" \/><\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">\nWink of the moon\u00a0<\/h4>\n<p>So I got the image of one of my places of power behind me on the coast. A magical rock where I liked to sit facing off. Suddenly I found myself on this rock. Shivering. Hallucinated. Without knowing how, I had torn myself away from the embrace of icy water, I had made a jump of several kilometers, until this rock on the cliff.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>No, it\u2019s worse than that. The same second I let myself sink low into the icy water, I was also on this cliff, facing the dark night, listening to the monotonous noise of the waves below. Yes, I could have told myself that <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/initiation-new-age-joy-the-time-to-gloat-demons-wonders.html\">I had dreamed the whole story<\/a> &#8230; Yet I had a short, fast breath. I was breathless, exhausted as if after a long effort. My clothes were wet. I shivered without stopping. Somehow, I got up, and I left in a hesitant race to my home, through the trees. How did I do that?\u00a0 I slammed my teeth, my clothes weighed like icy lead, but sweats flooded my face and chest.\u00a0 A cloud passed over the round face of the moon. I could have sworn the moon winked at me.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">The River<\/h4>\n<p>Unimaginable. What happened was a mystery to me for a long time. Until I remember an anecdote that <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/heart-sorcerer.html\">Juan Matus<\/a> told his apprentice <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/initiation-sorcery-yaqui-nagual-jung-synchronicity-tarahumara-carlos-castaneda.html\">Carlos Castaneda<\/a>. The history of the river. Juan Matus had as <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/benefactor.html\">benefactor<\/a> a force of nature. A former actor, landowner. One day when Matus had irritated him, he grabs his body and throws it down a cliff over an impetuous river. Not knowing how to swim, he already sees himself deadwhen he hears his benefactor shouting: &#8220;<em>Don\u2019t be mad at the river!<\/em>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;<em>These are the last words I hear<\/em>,&#8221; said Matus, who flows at full speed. Struggling with the energy of despair, he rises to the surface, but unable to keep his head above water. The river, a sort of torrent, rolls with foam waves. It will drown when it sees someone running on the shore. It is himself! In the moments that follow, he is sometimes the one who runs along the torrent, and sometimes the one who drowns there.<\/p>\n<p>This insane carousel completes demoralizing him until he remembers a lesson from his benefactor: &#8220;<em>In such a case, choose well in which of the two bodies you want to stay.<\/em>&#8221; This memory saves him. By the force of his <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/will-and-intention.html\">will<\/a>, he remains in the runner\u2019s body, leaving the other one flowing into the river like a stone.<\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"perfect-quotes\"><p>Where there is an intention, there is a realization.<\/p><footer class=\"blockquote-footer\">Lao Surlam<\/footer><\/blockquote>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-57322\" src=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/ici-et-ici-soleil-nuages-sk23-1500x900-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1500\" height=\"900\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">Sucking<\/h4>\n<p>A similar adventure happened to my benefactor when he was just an infant sucking his mother. The milk did not come well, the baby &#8220;fell asleep on the roast beef&#8221;, according to the elegant formula of the friend Flornoy. In his sleep, he bit the feeding nipple, waking up his mother who was also drowsy. She utters a cry of pain, half asleep, and throws the baby into its cradle.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-74585 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/flornoy-feu-25xe-720x1200-1.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"720\" height=\"1200\" \/>Dumbfounded, scared, haggard, the boy started screaming. It was then that he saw himself alternately on his mother\u2019s lap and in the bottom of his cradle. Exactly like Don Juan Matus.<\/p>\n<p>In his life, my benefactor never made the connection between the two anecdotes. Though he had just experienced a constant of castanedism: the importance of the <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/the-assembly-point.html\">assembly point<\/a> and the reality of the <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/places-of-consciousness.html\">places of consciousness<\/a> it determines.<\/p>\n<p>Years after this adventure, Flornoy baptized the infant experience here and here. Here and there would not be suitable, because the cradle and the breast of his mother were not lived as different places, but as <strong>the same place visited alternately<\/strong> by the baby. This is what happened to me in my seaside bath in February 2015. But not only.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">The Prophet<\/h4>\n<p>I have relived more than twenty previous lives, in both sexes, in all eras and in all countries. In one of my lives on the foothills of the Himalayas, I had an experience that resembles here and here, an authentic bilocation. I was a young child who followed his father on a pilgrimage. A great prophet addressed the crowd to make revelations. And me, the very little one, I was in ecstasy. Suddenly, doubt seized me, I no longer knew who I was&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><em>&#8220;The mountain vacillates and opens up. Perched on the top of a peak, a prophet looks at me. Thousands of people gather around me, but the prophet only has eyes for me. He is very far away, very tall, and yet so close that I can touch him. A thousand years old, frizzy hair, black skin like the wing of a crow. I love him. We all love him. He is so big!<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>A huge crowd of undulations at the foot of the pyramid-shaped peak. The Levite prophet. I see his feet leave the rock and I also rise. The heat, the light, and the joy carry me. The crowd growls its admiration. I see the raised arms, the mouths open and I don\u2019t hear a scream. The whole mountain is sacred, as reverent as a church.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Still climbing, I contemplate the world. Above, the sky opens up. An eagle soars very high in the silence. I no longer hear the crowd in a trance. I am in the heart of the prophet, I dance with his dance. At the same time, I am a child lost in the crowd.&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">Two Suns<\/h4>\n<p><em>&#8220;At the top of the peak, a ball of white fire bursts. Ten thousand mouths cry out. A second sun has just lit up. The prophet joined the world from above. Where am I? The crowd vacillates, dazed. I am being rushed.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>I take refuge in the burning heart of the prophet. At the bottom of the sky, the eagle hovers in a circle. Sometimes up there, sometimes down there, half dead and half alive, I am lost in the crowd, lost in the sky. The sun opens to welcome the prophet. Ra takes me in his arms and we leave Terra.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Brouhaha of cries and tears. In an atmosphere of end of the world, my father seeks my hand, but the crowd presses us and drags us away. At the foot of the mountain flows a large river. Long ships are moored there, which the crowd assaults. I am afraid. My father has disappeared. A stranger shakes my hand to crush it. I feel like crying, more lost in this crowd than at the bottom of an unknown jungle.&#8221;<\/em> <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/i-rama.html\">(source)<\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-65501\" src=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/foudre-benie-herge-tintin-au-tibet-1000x735-1.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"1000\" height=\"735\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">Suspended Time<\/h4>\n<p>\u00a0Actually, I\u2019m used to it. There was also this incomprehensible episode when <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/the-suspended-time.html\">I stopped time<\/a>. I learned that from an alchemist friend who made me drink <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/jade-water-brazen-sea.html\">jade water<\/a>. This precious liquor distorts time, either by contracting it, or by stretching it, or by simply <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/initiation-castaneda-nagual-ixtlan-delate-your-own-story-do-not-do-stop-the-world.html\">stopping it<\/a>. When a warrior needs it, he uses <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/energy-scheme.html\">the Juan Matus scheme<\/a>. Here and here. One foot in time going his train, the other foot in non-temps. This gives him plenty of time to settle the matter.<\/p>\n<p>Remember Matrix? The bullets that come in slow motion to Keanu Reeves? At the movies it\u2019s a trick; in life it\u2019s here and here. One foot in time, the other out. No more complicated than that. How do I get there? From time to time, I do practical work. Reading me is good. But while I\u2019m alive, take the opportunity to learn. Sign up for my practicum. At the moment, I lead the Flying Wolf Pack. Every night, a dozen volunteers are introduced to astral travel. <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/f-wolves-registration.html\">Learn while you sleep<\/a> is easy.<\/p>\n<p>Later, in the spring, I will propose something else. Do not lose sight of <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/why-eden-saga.html\">Eden Saga<\/a>, you will always find something there for you.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">Aqua-planning<\/h4>\n<p>80s. Late July in Normandy on a deserted road, I was driving in my R20. It was hot. Torrid even. A fine drizzle begins to fall, five minutes, no more. Not enough to give freshness. I\u2019m approaching a bend. It turns out to be tighter than expected and I bite on white stripes. Out of luck, the sputum had made the white plastic of the stripes super slippery and the R20 went into a spin. As the crate turns on itself like a spinning top, I look at the landscape. Fields. I could break down the fences without too much damage.<\/p>\n<p>But there\u2019s this old stone barn. A slightly ruined but still solid wall angle. If I make fun of it, it can hurt a lot. While the car is spinning and flipping, that\u2019s all I can think about. Time is idling. So is the top. It does not stop, it seems to me that the ballet lasts forever. And always I look at this corner of the fatal wall.<\/p>\n<p>And my car went into that corner of the wall. Shattered windows and crumpled metal. The engine backed up on the back seat. All that\u2019s left of my car is a wreck. Completely smashed, destroyed&#8230; except the driver\u2019s seat. I barely got out of it, without a scratch. I had learned that if control of your vehicle escapes you, it will go to the place where you look. In this case this stone wall. I also understood that I could deflect deadly shocks. <strong>By short-circuiting time and space<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone wp-image-57377 size-full\" title=\"Mon benefactor Jean-Claude Flornoy au grand m\u00e9galithe de le Roche aux F\u00e9es \u00e0 Ess\u00e9, Ille et Vilaine, au cours de l'\u00e9t\u00e9 1995. Il m\u00e9dite devant la pierre de seuil plaqu\u00e9 \u00e0 terre par une loupe du ch\u00e2taignier, le v\u00e9n\u00e9rable gardien v\u00e9g\u00e9tal du site sacr\u00e9.  \" src=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/jcflornoy-a-la-roche-aux-fees-1993-xs-sk23-1500x900-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1500\" height=\"900\" \/><\/p>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #333399\">My benefactor Jean-Claude Flornoy at the great megalith of the Fairy Rock in Ess\u00e9, Ille et Vilaine, during the summer of 1995. <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399\">He meditates in front of the threshold stone fixed on the ground by a talon of the chestnut tree, the venerable plant guardian of the sacred site.<\/span><\/h5>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">\nStroke<\/h4>\n<p>Three years ago I had a stroke. The day before, I had been hospitalized in an emergency for severe chest pain. I spent the night on a stretcher, in a hallway filled with sick people moaning, crying, growling. The covids and the others are peeled, without any sanitary rules, without elementary hygiene.<\/p>\n<p>I went home shaken. I never get sick, never see a doctor, never take any medicine. How could I imagine that my country had fallen so low? That the sick no longer went to the hospital to heal, but to catch death. The next night at home, I went out of body, as every night. In these cases, my body keeps sleeping quietly. Not this time. My room is upstairs. I probably got up on the radar because I have no memory of it. My body has no consciousness, no guidance. I fell down the stairs and got knocked out on the living room floor.<\/p>\n<p>The night continued, bumpy. Between two sleeps, all along on the cold slabs, I still thought I was in bed, up there. I thought: <em>What\u2019s the fireplace doing in my bedroom?\u00a0<\/em> Totally disoriented I was. All night long I commuted between my room and I don\u2019t know where, but not at home anyway. I played the big game <em>here and here<\/em>. I was, no doubt, <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/jung-divine-madness.html\">in the lobby of madness<\/a>. Harsh and hard it was. Not <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/controlled-madness.html\">controlled<\/a> in the least.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">Ailleurs Elsewhere<\/h4>\n<p>In the morning, my son took care of me. Without him, I would have died. For two days he treated me like a baby. I was the son of my own child. It\u2019s hard. They diagnosed a stroke. I don\u2019t believe it. I was shocked, that\u2019s all. Without you, my dear son, I would not be here any more. Not because of a stroke or other eccentricity of medical vocabulary. A warrior dies on his time, that\u2019s all. It wasn\u2019t mine yet. The shame of this hospital had overcome mine, which almost overwhelmed me. In the end, my shame healed me.<\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"perfect-quotes\"><p>What does not kill us makes us stronger.<\/p><footer class=\"blockquote-footer\">Friedrich Nietzsche<\/footer><\/blockquote>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: center\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone wp-image-62735 size-full aligncenter\" title=\"Nagual, Nahuales, animal f\u00e9tiche selon la tradition Nahuatl, Mexique -- \" src=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/nahuales-mexique-nagual-sk23.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1400\" height=\"840\" \/><span style=\"color: #993300\">I am a nagual, I am by-passing<\/span><\/h5>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\"><a href=\"#\">A\u00efe Heurts<\/a><span class=\"note\">Ouch! Hit!<\/span><\/h4>\n<p>By living in the stars, I had forgotten the world where we are bored. The world where we suffer, where we die, where we cry out in pain. Humbly, I confess, I lived only for this site, to write, to transmit, to open to two shutters the portal of the elsewhere, to help you with all my strength to take <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/two-steps-in-the-other-world.html\">two steps into the other world<\/a>. Once you make contact, the rest is up to you.<\/p>\n<p>I am nagual, I am passing, I have forgotten everything about the mundane world that is ours. I thought I could abstain from it. I spent too many years out of my body, too many centuries out of time. Here and here, really? I was somewhere else. Under other skies where a more merciful star shines.<\/p>\n<p>When the time of departure comes, what would <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/initiation-tarot-marseilles-arcana-xviiii-xx-xxi-thefool-tarot-of-energy.html\">the Fool<\/a> be afraid of? He\u2019s already dead. Forever elsewhere.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><strong>A\u00efe heurts = <em>ailleurs<\/em>.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Do not take these confidences as tragic. The ordeal has grown me. We all need shocks to shake off the torpidity of routines. <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/dont-fall-asleep.html\">We are asleep<\/a>, so much to know. Even the awakened need a good bucket of water on their head from time to time.<\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"perfect-quotes\"><p>I woke up and I saw that everyone was still asleep. So I went back to sleep.<\/p><footer class=\"blockquote-footer\">Leonardo Da Vinci<\/footer><\/blockquote>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h2>Another Science<\/h2>\n<ul id=\"item_3493\" class=\"collapse show\" aria-expanded=\"true\">\n<li><a title=\"There are not four elements, but five. The first is called ether. But we forgot it.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/akasha-quintessence-ether.html\">Akasha, quintessence, ether<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"Physicists discover Matrix: we are in a simulation, they say. At the long last!!!\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/simulated-reality.html\">Simulated Reality<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"Spatial prison, special prison. Are we inside? What\u2019s out there? Do we know it alive? Or dead?\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/space-jail.html\">Space Jail?<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"A book that shook a whole generation, mine, that of powdery feet in search of absolute.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/the-morning-of-the-magicians.html\">The Morning Of The Magicians<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"The richness of gnosis highlights the poverty of our single thought.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/new-gnosis.html\">The New Gnosis<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"They come from literature, comics, pop, what runs, which vibrates and makes grow.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/gnosis-arts.html\">The Gnosis and the Arts<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"It grows in each of us. It is the sum of our most inveterate beliefs. It can be changed.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/tree-certainties.html\">The Tree of Certainties<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"The secret awakens me, it makes life run away. By burying secrets we bury ourselves.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/ordinary-unreality.html\">Ordinary Unreality<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"Key concept of Nagualism, the separate reality where nagual warriors live.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/separate-reality.html\">A Separate Reality<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"Magic and science are not only compatible, they are complementary.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/science-ego-magic.html\">Science, Ego, Magic<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"An imaginary society whose leaders have all power over citizens deprived of free will.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/dystopia.html\">Despotic Dystopia<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"There is a place far up there, peaceful, where no one goes. \" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/places-of-consciousness.html\">Places of consciousness<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"Our DNA would communicate with the cosmos and obtain valuable information. \" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/the-inner-web.html\">Shifting and Astral Travel<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"Fulcanelli the cabalist insider reveals a great secret of the Language of the Birds\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/gothic-art.html\">Gothic Art<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"Stop to forget the soul, renounce the material so the soul may incarnate.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/body-gold.html\">The Body Gold<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"The whole universe library is wide open, we often visit it\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/initiation-castaneda-shambala-philosophy-jung-uncouscious-jim-morrison-akashic-records.html\">Akashic Records<\/a><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-62737\" src=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/porte-sur-mer-sk23-1000x600-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1000\" height=\"600\" \/><\/p>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #008000\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-80676 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/georges-brassens-25xe-500x840-1.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"502\" height=\"840\" \/><\/span><\/h5>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span class=\"chapo\" style=\"color: #008000\">Ma mie ne prenez pas cette histoire au tragique<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"chapo\" style=\"color: #008000\">Les raisons qui ce soir m&#8217;ont rendu nostalgique<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"chapo\" style=\"color: #008000\">Sont les moins nobles des raisons<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"chapo\" style=\"color: #008000\">Et j&#8217;aurais sans nul doute enterr\u00e9 cette histoire<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"chapo\" style=\"color: #008000\">Si pour renouveler un peu mon r\u00e9pertoire<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"chapo\" style=\"color: #008000\">Je n&#8217;avais besoin de chanson<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span class=\"chapo\">Georges Brassens<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #008000\">Ma mie don\u2019t take this story to the tragic<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #008000\">The reasons that tonight made me nostalgic<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #008000\">Are the least noble of reasons<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #008000\">And I would undoubtedly have buried this story<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #008000\">If to renew a bit my directory<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #008000\">I didn&#8217;t need a song<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">\u00a0<\/p>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>That body is mine. 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