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\"\"Folon<\/span><\/p>\n

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This article is the third part of the Book of Goddesses<\/a> which has 375 verses. I have already translated about a hundred. Can I get it all straight? The words are simple, but the meaning becomes incomprehensible. One of the ancient Vedas suffers from the same defect — which is surely a precious quality. Inspire me, Eloha!<\/span><\/p>\n

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Presentation<\/h4>\n

The Book of Goddesses is a trifle of 375 verses. Everything is printed in my old head by taking lots of notes because I am like the great Jeanne, j’ai la m\u00e9moire qui flanche, j’me souviens plus tr\u00e8s bien<\/a>… I have a memory that flops, I remember not very well.<\/em><\/p>\n

I often have a happy hand in my astral journeys. This time, the Goddess took me in her arms. A choir of adorable reptilian women sang Ramona<\/em>, kind of a gospel review of the endless peripecies of their major work.<\/p>\n

We learned it in schools when they were still among us, there is this… Wof! It does not rejuvenate us. As their inspired vocalizations unfolded, their words were engraved in my body. It\u2019s a power I don\u2019t have, or rather I no longer have. The years are the cause of it.<\/p>\n

And here I am, with my memory of old. I guess the Goddess gave me a little help. She wanted very much that this sublime Book reach my time. Always ready to serve, I let her do.<\/p>\n

Now it is my duty to make this revelation in a language that can be understood. From verse 101, if the words remain simple, the meaning still escapes me. We are dealing with the description of an unprecedented reality that has no common point with ours, this simulated reality that most humans still hold to be true…<\/p>\n

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\nThe yellow flowers<\/h4>\n

Book of the Goddesses, verses 75 to 79<\/span><\/p>\n

\n75 At the very end, nothing will remain of this opaque world<\/strong>
\n76 The last vapors of illusion will be dissipated<\/strong>
\n77 The prisoners of the past will no longer be<\/strong>
\n78 The ruins will be covered with yellow flowers<\/strong>
\n79 Before sinking into the nonexistent<\/strong><\/p>\n

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The Matrix<\/h4>\n

Return to the disappearance of our world. When the book evokes the vapors of illusion, we are in line with Vedic thought. We also join Matrix<\/a>, the blockbuster of the Wachowski sisters, which physicists discover with candor: are we in a simulated reality? The Book of Goddesses gives them an additional reason to explore this hypothesis.\u00a0<\/p>\n

They and their fellow men have been prisoners of the past for so long. People from the day before yesterday clawed their teeth and claws at an outdated description of the world. The one that artists-authors have been fighting for more than a quarter of a century.<\/p>\n

By force or by will, the Book seems to say, these retrograde beings must leave the place. To whom? To what? The rest of this revelation speaks at length, but I confess to understand nothing for now. What is presented as eternal bliss does not look as cool and comfortable as one might wish, seen from here and now.<\/p>\n

Yes, but here we are, the here and now describes our space-time. Which must disappear. Once again, we will not have a choice. It will be necessary to adapt or evaporate. Sunday Bloody Sunday<\/em>.<\/p>\n

There is a conundrum: what are these strange yellow flowers that grow on the rubble? Sulphur flowers?<\/p>\n

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\"\"Matrix<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

The Matrix produces humans that it manages in hybernation. They all feel like living in a reality yet dreamed. <\/span>
\nDoes it remind you of anything? Read quickly Simulated Reality<\/a>.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nOf the times to come<\/h4>\n

Book of the Goddesses, verses 80 to 84<\/span><\/p>\n

\n80 In times to come<\/strong>
\n81 Humans will no longer be human<\/strong>
\n82 The brother will no longer know his brother<\/strong>
\n83 The daughter will be the father of her father<\/strong>
\n84 The mother will not have children<\/strong><\/p>\n

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How long before?<\/h4>\n

These times are our near future. But what does it mean close to the scale of the Great Goddess<\/a> whose life is extended by billions of years? Tomorrow, next year, in four centuries, in ten thousand years? I cannot say, for I know nothing. In my heart, which is a pretty fort, I also feel that these times are near. As for giving a date, I am careful. It is easier to give a date.<\/p>\n

We will no longer be human? What will we then be? Animals like our bad masters<\/a>? Or gods… Those who are admitted into the corridor of the Passage<\/a> will have germinated the divine seed that grows in the heart<\/a> and blossoms into a flower. Yellow, who knows?<\/p>\n

Many brothers are already the worst enemies. Many loving girls already nurse their old dad when death is around. What did I have girls! My boys take care of their old mom… Is that the point? It is not said that the daughter will be the mother of her father, but the father. This could evoke a step back. Before it disappears completely, will time turn around? Will we know<\/a> what we have forgotten<\/a>?<\/p>\n

This hypothesis is confirmed in the following verse. If the mother no longer has a child, is it because she becomes infertile or because her children will be her parents? Again, back to the past<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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Empty Minds<\/h4>\n

Book of the Goddesses, verses 85 to 89<\/span><\/p>\n

\n85 No word shall come out of any mouth<\/strong>
\n86 The words will be forgotten, become useless<\/strong>
\n87 The tongues will stir in vain<\/strong>
\n88 The minds will be empty as space<\/strong>
\n89 A deserted nothing, without stars, without light<\/strong><\/p>\n

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No more chatter, conciliabules, chatting, babbling, cursing, gossip, imprecations, the language said Esopo, is the best and worst of things. Especially the worst, I will add. The word is silver but silence is gold.<\/p>\n

Words are evils. Words are no excuse when they are vain and factitious; when they are not roles, they are not words. Who said, “In the beginning was the word and the word was god?” This beginning is like nothing. It is not the word, but the act that creates. This wordy god is not one.<\/p>\n

So if the end of this world is without comments, why should I add them?\u00a0 Let us respect the inner silence<\/a> that transforms words into birds of a feather. From winged words to zealous evils. Silence.<\/p>\n

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\nHush! the owl hoots<\/span><\/p>\n

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Everything must disappear<\/h4>\n

Book of the Goddesses, verses 90 to 95<\/span><\/p>\n

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90 It\u2019s not just the Earth<\/strong>
\n91 It\u2019s not just the Sun<\/strong>
\n92 Nor its planets and their satellites<\/strong>
\n93 The disappearance will concern the infinite space<\/strong>
\n94 All stars visible<\/strong>
\n95 And all the galaxies<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Matter and light<\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, all matter will see the end of its reign. The light will no longer be obscured by the thick hardened mass that slows everything down. Without matter, space and time will end. Concretions, solidified amalgams, piles of waves folded on themselves that no longer spin round, this is what we call matter. This is what we live with. Illusion of illusions, everything is illusion.<\/p>\n\n

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The vibration of light is so high that it blinds our gross senses. Its brightness can only be perceived by our subtle senses<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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\"\"Vibrance<\/p>\n

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\nThe never-ending moment<\/h4>\n

Book of the Goddesses, verses 96 to 100<\/span><\/p>\n

\n96 Other universes will suffer the same fate<\/strong>
\n97 The time of inert matter will have lived<\/strong>
\n98 The space between worlds will shrink<\/strong>
\n\u00a099 Intelligence will disappear<\/strong>
\n100 The age of the infinite moment will come<\/strong>\u00a0<\/p>\n

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Ubiquitous<\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, matter will escape. And those who are in love with it will suffer great pain. Bad words. Too bad for them, no one forced them to be interested only in the coarse, perishable, vain. Vanity of vanities, all is vanity<\/em>.<\/p>\n

If the physical screen disappears, space is abolished. Without space, it is obvious that the worlds will touch each other until they merge. The dead will change the living. No more wormhole or tunnel to go here or there. No more need of here or there. Everything comes down to here and here.<\/p>\n

Without the word that weaves the web where it flourishes, intelligence lose much interest. Emotions and feelings can be without words, reasoning exists only through speech. End of the reactive mind, end of all mind. Place to the Spirit. It is without intelligence since it is omniscient, omniconscious, omniconstant, omniconsistent.<\/p>\n

If there is no more space, everything is present. So there is no more time. The age of the infinite moment<\/a> will come.
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Time is an obstinately persistent illusion.<\/p>