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What I reveal in Eden Saga is unusable today. Thus inaudible. I don\u2019t know what to do down here. I lost half my readers in one year. Needless to repeat the same facts, I\u2019ve already gone too far. Sometimes comes the need of screamers to shout what is obvious. <\/span><\/p>\n They went back to sleep like Vinci<\/a> did, like Cheikh Anta Diop<\/a>, Path\u00e9 Diagne<\/a>, Bob Marley<\/a>, Spinoza<\/a>, Nietzsche<\/a>, Van Gogh<\/a>, Balavoine<\/a> and so many others …<\/span><\/p>\n [perfect-quotes id=”31007″]<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Whistleblowers, they wanted to change the world — but the world doesn\u2019t want to change. It\u2019s a program that repeats itself endlessly. If the world doesn\u2019t change, it changes us all, whoever we are. The screamers will understand sooner or later at their expense.<\/p>\n \nWhistleblowers, they talked, they shout themselves hoarse — in vain. Their lost voices, their bodies in the ground, they return from where they came … naked and frozen … as the world continues its mad course towards a palpable destiny. The light that shines in them will be able to illuminate others, who will pass in turn and be forgotten so that nothing changes. All that happens is willed. No god is to blame, all they bow.<\/p>\n Destiny wins.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n \nIs it too late for me? I am a simple man. Simplicity loves me and I love it back. I have neither the importance nor the talent of these great men. Like them, however, I have devoted my life to seeking the truth behind the moving shadows that foolish demons wave before our eyes. No illusion. Most humans are too tired to have the strength to rebel. No blame. Those who know me, who love me, wanted to imitate me. One after another, they gave up. No return.<\/p>\n Deadly silence.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n What I am telling here is not in the books. I have braved too many taboos<\/a>, violated so many prohibitions, ticked so many arrows, corrected too many errors. The single thought banished me. The welfare-penance me voules to the whims. I am unforgiving, inefequentable, impubliable. As everything that is indispensable. Publish Xavier<\/a>? What publisher would take such a risk?<\/p>\n Former editor, I know what I\u2019m talking about. Ideologies, sects, religions, parties, clans are all-powerful. I have received insults, anathemas, threats too. A wise man must ignore baseness and slander.<\/p>\n I belong to the ancient tradition of enchanters<\/a>. I seek beauty in the midst of horrors. I emphasize what goes in the direction of the best, the highest, the awakening. I hold on to dreams that give pleasure and people who give confidence in humanity. I praise acts of love. Self-giving. Dedication. Volunteering. What elevates, what grows, what makes you happy, what fills you up. I re-enchant this world of numbers. I exalt the other way<\/a>.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n My days are numbered. My reserves too: I have nothing left. My savings have lived. They were to lead me to the end, so much the worse. My luck has turned, the debts are getting too high. Wisdom would have me stop the charges. Retired, I exhaust myself in vain. The day is coming when I will have nothing. Benefactors are not interested in storytellers. Nor in awakeners.<\/p>\n My only recourse is you.\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Beggin bowls, justice howls<\/em>, says the archaic proverb I just invented. But it\u2019s an illusion: no one invents anything. The greatest discoveries were made so long ago that if I tell you when, you will laugh. And cry.<\/p>\n Who could believe me? Fallacious programs have rocked childhood — baby school, middle school, high school, higher education — if you had the misfortune to do so.\u00a0<\/p>\n Is there still time to straighten the bar? The multiple barriers between filiform knowledge, the distorted data that made you? The overrated real? The imperfect mind? This defeated world killed the fairy world.<\/p>\n The beautiful effect!<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Dear reader, dear reader, I can only count on you. See over the months what you have received here. How much is a life of research and donations worth? Some give me a lot, always the same. They can be counted on one hand. Their kindness and generosity do not compensate for the absence of others.<\/p>\n Since its creation, through its two versions, French and English, Eden Saga has received 7 million readers in 170 countries. This number could turn into revenue. But no. I will not put ads on this site. Never. No, I will not publish a book. I give it in pdf. Everything here is free, everything will remain so until my death. And after. I hope…<\/p>\n I started this call by evoking these great men defeated by the stupidity and ignorance of the unimportant. Is it already too late for me? Will I suffer the fate of these geniuses? I am a simple man. I have neither the importance nor the talent of these giants. Visibility, even less! Following them, however, I dedicated my life to seeking the truth behind the shifting shadows that bad guides agitate before our eyes. I obstinately unmasked them. Without illusion…<\/p>\n \nThe Eden Saga adventure is entering its eighteenth year. It\u2019s not nothing. The big girl is going to join the cemetery of fantasies destroyed by this venal world. Also, I reach out to you with my folds so that your obol falls into my bowl. Don\u2019t waste yourself on a ticket that gives you a clear conscience, it disappears into the abyss of my expenses.<\/p>\n \nWhat I suggest to you is a regular, monthly or even weekly or daily donation.\u00a0 Give what you can, a sum that balances the gift I give you fifteen times a month. What you will give is invaluable. Whatever the amount, it\u2019s agreed.\u00a0<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Saga of Eden has lasted for eighteen years. Please help it continue for a long time !The Fate of the Screamers<\/h4>\n
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