{"id":52819,"date":"2024-10-09T05:00:00","date_gmt":"2024-10-09T04:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/?p=52819"},"modified":"2024-11-10T10:52:49","modified_gmt":"2024-11-10T09:52:49","slug":"acting-magic","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/acting-magic.html","title":{"rendered":"Acting Magic"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Still the same unanswered question. I heal serious diseases, I mend wrong lives, I repair wounds, I cast out demons. Who am I to do all this? Yes, who? I need to know!! Silence, one answer rings in my head: You can do it, so do it<\/span>.<\/em> Do what!? Shut up and do it!!!!<\/em><\/span>
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I am not the one<\/h4>\n

I\u2019m not doing anything, seaside!! I\u2019m just standing there like a stuffed cabbage. I\u2019m waiting for it to happen. And it happens every time. It\u2019s enough that I\u2019m there. I\u2019m not involved, that\u2019s all. Everything is done by me. But without me, what.<\/p>\n

The guy who is speaking to you is not a prophet<\/a>. He\u2019s not a guru<\/a>. He\u2019s not a healer<\/a>. He\u2019s not a life coach<\/a>. And don’t take me for the founder of a new religion. All the world’s misery comes from religions and politics. Both are the first cause of discord between humans. I’m no believer<\/a>. If I trust anything, it is beauty.<\/p>\n

Beauty is sacred. My only guide. My idol. My quest. The beauty of gesture, image, words. The beauty of poetry. Beauty of strong ideas. Beauty of yesteryear sages, geniuses of tomorrow. The fact is I can come and go all along the timeline<\/a>. It helps a lot.<\/p>\n

The giants of before<\/a>, the great figures, the sublime goddesses: their beauty fascinate me. Interior or not, visible or hidden, all beauties move me. Fish out of the water I deliver them at your door, alive, freshly picked. They wriggle and grab the air, round mouth and surprised eyes. Swallow them quickly, you’ll bring them back to life.<\/p>\n

Here is my only talent: to pass the relay without s. I know how to smell the favorable winds, the invigorating perfumes. Hop! You get them. And your morale is back. I do that well. I work hard and spend all my time doing it. Imagine the joy that one can have of making the pass, of sending the ball to the judge, without knowing who will catch it, but reassured in the bottom of knowing that it will not fall to the ground. Nor in the wrong hands.<\/p>\n

Every innocent joy is a remnant of Eden.<\/p>