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Thank you, friends, for all your donations<\/a>. This is timely: if money is useful, friendship is more useful. Also give your testimony. It will help me hard in this grave time when I defy evil. I have seen a world without vice, without atrocity, without suicide. Without the pressure of the Archons, evil would be foreign to us. From birth, the human is good. The Flying Snakes do evil on this earth. But we can end their tyranny. What if we were made for happiness? Yes, I\u2019m crazy, so what? If there were not these Archons who died of jealousy<\/a>, would life not be more beautiful? I see them crawling on their stomachs, abject and miserable. I pity them, these masters of matter<\/a>, sinister animals reduced to this state for eternity<\/a>. For 4,000 years, the beginning of the Dark Ages<\/a>, they have been devoured by desire. They are dying to access the Spirit like us. They cannot.<\/p>\n \nIcy intelligences associated with their many psi powers<\/a>, I fear them and I pity them. From the depths of the abyss they cry out their despair, their envy, their viscous desire, disgusting, moving.<\/p>\n I fear them and I pity them, those astral masters<\/a> who devour us during our deepest sleep. When we\u2019re in delta wave phase, to be precise… In the alpha phase of sleep, our brain perceives the Archons during dreams that it erases upon awakening. The danger is not there. The delta phase corresponds to deep sleep, without dreams. The brain is silent. This is when we must fear the psi powers of reptilians<\/a>.<\/p>\n \nThe investigation of the file progresses by leaps and bounds, bewildering testimonies reach me, I saw just the name of the gods, and it would be time for the army of the Archangels to fly to our aid, because to the truth, day after day, unbeknownst to us, who had believed it?<\/p>\n … WE GET EATEN ALIVE!<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n She writes me this:<\/span> \n“Lucky!”<\/em> I answered. \nIt happens exactly the same thing to my friend Jean. Diver and healer, he is a kind of alter ego. We are not on the same side, but we are looking for the same harbour. Question insomnia, he has the same timing<\/a> of night awakening: 1h-4h or 1h-5h. We both watch to resist the powerful intox these filthy reptilian flyers<\/a> spread.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n A shadow that eats brightness? It reminds me of something, black holes<\/a>. A physical phenomenon better known by science fiction than astronomy. Black holes absorb all matter and energy. They even eat the light… However, a step aside would not be enough to put us out of danger. By the way, what do we know? Let\u2019s just say I guess so. Maybe that would be enough. Who says black holes absorb us? Maybe they just use our light? Like the Archons…<\/p>\n \nWho says black hole is not another name for archon? The Eagle<\/a> is the name Castaneda<\/a> gives to the giant black hole of the galactic center<\/a> …<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Those who do not know me, who have never written to me, but have probably read me, have given me gifts that are sometimes surprising. Always touching. Those who know me — some have known me for a long time — worry about me. They have given me often, they will give me again, I know, I feel. They\u2019re worried. They worry. They write to me, they say, How are you? Of course I\u2019m not well at all. They\u2019re wrong.<\/p>\n \nWhat I write is darker, the tone I use has lost its lightness, what can I do? It\u2019s the subject who wants that. My morale has nothing to do with it. I feel like a charm. A very old charm with squeaky branches, with shattering roots, but a powerful charm. Less prince, but still charming. The lumberjack will wait to shoot me. The Archons too.<\/p>\n If you can afford it, think of the monthly donation support. For you it\u2019s little, for me a lot. Help me help you. Thank you.<\/strong> <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n All my life — three-quarters of a century — I dreamed the world through the astral way where I spent most of my time<\/a>. People of my kind look absent, dreamer<\/a> — that\u2019s right: they\u2019re somewhere else. The Far East, master of dreams, taught me the opiate flavors of the extreme. Of everything extreme. My whole life has been. But never as much as today.<\/p>\n A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.<\/p>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n\nDevouring jealousy<\/h4>\n
\nDelta Waves<\/h4>\n
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<\/p>\nA simple step aside<\/h4>\n
\n“Speaking of archons, last night I really saw the effect of this shadow eating the brightness<\/a>. Shadow-fog of a phenomenal size, even without beginning or end, in any case it rode all the time on me… and on the others I imagine! The effect was even more noticeable this afternoon in Saint Brieuc. It\u2019s rather good news, now that I actually feel it, I can avoid it by stepping sideways, or enlighten it, depending on the mood.”<\/em><\/p>\n
\nThe shadow is phenomenal in size, but you only need a step to the side to get out. It eats the brightness, but you can light it to choose according to your mood. What a lucky girl you are! While you play it Superwoman, the old man that I am continues to wake up every night around 1am, then sleep in dotted until 5am where I finally go to sleep.<\/p>\nBlack holes<\/h4>\n
Gives to whom gives<\/h4>\n
\nIs there a nicer word? Thank you.<\/strong><\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/venus-botticelli-zeus-sk23-900x540-1.png\" "\\"Merci")
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