{"id":58473,"date":"2025-08-07T05:00:04","date_gmt":"2025-08-07T04:00:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/?p=58473"},"modified":"2025-09-14T19:50:48","modified_gmt":"2025-09-14T18:50:48","slug":"erquy-librist","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/erquy-librist.html","title":{"rendered":"Erquy-librist&#8217;s Travel"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-77419\" src=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/erquy-bay-fluo-aa-25xe-1000x600-1.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"1000\" height=\"600\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"chapo\">He descended through an ageless night into the womb of dreams. The aurora had not yet stained with pink the curtains of the world that already its heart, powerful foliage turned upside down by the winds, beat against the opaque walls of existence.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The poet in him\u2014wounded beast with the fangs of the absurd \u2014 had tired of the spitting of reality: the city chats, the passersby without eyes, the harsh light of the days. So he planted his flags in the <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/akasha-quintessence-ether.html\">ether<\/a>, he said:<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #33cccc\"><strong>-Since life refuses itself to me, I will build my kingdoms in sleep.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">\nKingdoms<\/h4>\n<p>Every night, he leaned over the black chasm of closed eyelids like an <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/alchemical-couple.html\">alchemist<\/a> on his crucible. He threw himself into it naked, without words, without form, begging for <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/fire-from-within.html\">the sacred fire<\/a>. And in this vertigo, something gave way. The dream, until then a crazy rider, bent his knee. He saw the walls dissolve, the faces recompose according to his desires. Time unfolded in a <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/spirals.html\">spiral<\/a>. The laws were his.<\/p>\n<p>He flew. He loved. He knew.<\/p>\n<p>The sky over there had no more anger. It spoke to her in fluid colors and the sea, a sweet lover, offered its singing shells. He repainted the grey faces of the world with inks drawn from his sleep: violent blues, liquid oranges, scented silences.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-71943\" src=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/eclair-mer-envol-oiseau-iks24-1900x1140-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1900\" height=\"1140\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">Eye up<\/h4>\n<p>And every morning, as he flashed back from the dream, he opened his eye as one half-opens a door onto a barren garden. The <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/simulated-reality.html\">real<\/a>, still collapsed, covered itself with a more tender veil. He saw in it the rift, but also the light that infiltrated it. The horror had not been extinguished, he had wrapped it in his secret fabrics.<\/p>\n<p>Finished the condemned spectator of the world. He became the invisible craftsman, the sculptor on <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/star-traveler.html\">the other side of the mirror<\/a>. And even if the day strangled him, the night gave him back infinity.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #cc99ff\"><strong>Time became an eternal line on which he went as he pleased, settling in the moment on the thread of eternity like a migratory bird on a cable of chance, to seek rest there.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">\nTilted Heart<\/h4>\n<p>One evening, moreover, he took the shape of a bird. It was not a dream, nor even a flight. It was an ascent. He no longer had neither a name nor a body, but lukewarm wings, hemmed with <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/atlantis-thunder-energy-plants-lightning-conductor-megaliths-lightning-energy.html\">lightning<\/a> and <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/origins-descent-of-man-mythologies-religions-oblivion-law-of-amnesia-memory-barrier.html\">oblivion<\/a>. His heart, now broken, palpitated to the rhythm of the hills. Each beat lifted the world with a lash of light.<\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"perfect-quotes\"><p>Lightning governs everything.<\/p><footer class=\"blockquote-footer\">Heraclitus<\/footer><\/blockquote>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>He had torn himself away from the creaking cobblestones, from the cracked figures of ordinary days. From above, the human pains were no more than tremors in the cloudy water. The shouts, the races, the angers\u2014all that seemed like breaths in the dust, lines in the sand that the sea would come to smooth.<\/p>\n<p>He hovered. <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/philosophy-castaneda-nagual-matrix-leibniz-we-forget-nothing.html\">Not out of pride, but out of clarity<\/a>. He saw the child who cries in a wet courtyard, the tired woman whose laughter only comes out as memories, the man on his knees under the palpable weight of a future too heavy. Unable to tell them anything, he covered them with his gaze.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">Curved Memory<\/h4>\n<p>Gaze soaked in the secret sources of the dream. Gaze that was no longer that of a man. Which was no longer judgment but an invisible caress: a burst of azure resting on the temples, a warm sigh that makes the curved necks straighten.<\/p>\n<p>The lower world didn\u2019t realize it. Yet it shivered, light. The tears dried a little faster. The walls vibrated with a forgotten memory. And sometimes, without knowing why, a passerby lifted his head towards the sky, just for a second\u2014as if the echo of a wing had brushed against his soul.<\/p>\n<p>It was him, of course. He was the bird-poet, transfigured by sleep, returned to sow indulgence in the furrows of reality.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #33cccc\"><strong>He didn\u2019t heal anything, didn\u2019t erase anything.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>He placed on everything a hint of tender gold, a bit of a dream that had fallen from my feathers.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-72913\" src=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/moebius-paradis-terrestre-oiseau-monture-cataracte-25xe-1200x720-1.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"1200\" height=\"720\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">Blue Fall<\/h4>\n<p>But the dawn is a cruel frontier.<\/p>\n<p>He was still up there, grazing the roofs of the night, when he felt, in his wings, a strange cold. Not the coldness of the wind, but that of time\u2014this slow grin that always returns to claim the absent bodies. The dream, so vast, so true, began to twist at its angles. The air became dense, the colors paled like a stained glass window that was emptying of its fire.<\/p>\n<p>Then he knew that he could not remain a bird. His flight, once drunk, became uncertain. His heart sank. Each beat reminded him that he had a name, a weight, a mouth to feed with words. The world below, this rough old world, called him back.<\/p>\n<p><strong>He fell.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>It was not a violent fall, rather a sad slide, like that of a fabric that is carefully folded before putting it away. He returned to his body as one returns to a chamber without fire. He felt his fingers weighted down, his eyes clouded with wakefulness. He returned to the gentle prison of man, this habit too tight for the soul.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">\nLow Tide<\/h4>\n<p>The dream did not fade away\u2014it withdrew, slowly, as the tide leaves its shells and secrets on the sand.<\/p>\n<p>The poet bird fled still guarded, under the eyelashes, a bit of the sky. But the world had returned, with its angles, noises, uncompromising truths.<\/p>\n\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>He cried. No sadness, recognition.<\/p>\n<p>For he knew, henceforth, that one cannot always live in the dream\u2014but that the dream can live within us, like a discreet fire, a honey under the tongue, a tiny star at the back of the eye.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">And that, he carries it everywhere.<br \/>\nIn the street. In the books.<br \/>\nIn the eyes of a passerby<br \/>\nthat he brushes against like a forgotten wing.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">No Fear<\/h4>\n<p>Since this gentle fall, he lives between two worlds, like a watchman leaning in the window of the unreal. He walks in the city but he barely touches it. Passersby pass through it like hurried mists. He speaks, he laughs, he also sleeps \u2014 but everything in him remains tense towards the invisible Eden that he saw opening under his eyelids.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #ffcc00\"><strong>Eden has never left it.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Sometimes, in the bend of a breath, it comes back to him: a burst of azure between two syllables, a shiver of wind that does not have the taste of earth. Then he closes his eyes, briefly, and he breathes as one drinks an absence.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #ff9900\"><strong>Eden flows within him.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-71935\" src=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/eden-saga-continuera-eve-jardin-iks24-1900x1140-1.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"1900\" height=\"1140\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">Nothing Changes<\/h4>\n<p>The others don\u2019t understand. It\u2019s not a big deal.<br \/>\nThey did not read his inner saga, that long poem he wove with feathers and smoothed with silence.<\/p>\n<p>They do not know that he was a bird. That he flew over the pains and caressed souls without touching them, that he loved the world more than a man can love a woman or a god.<\/p>\n<p>And that he fell &#8212; not as punishment, but out of <span style=\"color: #ff00ff\"><em><strong>necessity<\/strong><\/em><\/span>.<\/p>\n<p>It is necessary to return, always, <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/the-two-wolves.html\">even the wolves return to the den<\/a> when the snow drips from the skies, to watch over <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/initiation-tuatha-de-danaan-holy-building-the-wolf-clan-and-other-clans.html\">the clan<\/a> and hold another winter. But in my night, nothing really changes.<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">\nDream<\/h4>\n<p>He falls asleep every night with that smile of those who <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/initiation-buddha-belief-castaneda-controlled-madness-believe-it-and-not.html\">believe without believing<\/a>, that half-knowing that there is something else behind the curtains, behind the legends, behind all the words in the world. It\u2019s not a lie. It\u2019s loyalty. Under the shadow of a bird that he was. To a fire that still burns him, gently, behind the forehead.<\/p>\n<p>And when the last night comes, the great one, the one from which one does not return\u2014he will ask for neither light nor prayers.<\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"perfect-quotes\"><p>When God wants to punish us, he answers our prayers.<\/p><footer class=\"blockquote-footer\">Oscar Wilde<\/footer><\/blockquote>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>He will ask for wings and the right to dream again. Dream just once all the realities in him like a poem without fear.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-75767\" src=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/pech-merle-grotte-ailletA-25xe-1500x900-1.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"1500\" height=\"900\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h2>Articles by Alain Aillet<\/h2>\n<ul>\n<li style=\"list-style-type: none\">\n<ul class=\"collapse show\" aria-expanded=\"true\">\n<li><a title=\"The world salvation depends on the all-powerful ship in space.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/the-golden-tongue.html\">The Golden Tongue<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"Linguistics studies written languages, phonology studies sounds of languages\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/linguistics-phonology-marcellocquin.html\">Sounds And Languages<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"The origin of all languages can be found in ancient German and in all modern languages\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/planet-babel-protolanguage-deutsch-teuteh.html\">Planet Babel<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"If laughing is characteristic of man, making laughter is the mark of the gods.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/all-is-so-funny.html\">Fairy Laughter<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"The Teutonic language has kept a good part of the original language\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/teutonic-language-origins-althochdeutsch.html\">Teutonic, Archetypal Language<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"On the traces of the golden tongue, Alain Aillet still crosses the track of the invaders of Hyperborea\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/from-tautavel-to-bozouls.html\">From Tautavel To Bozouls<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"When you face the unknown, the company of a fairy is a good thing.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/planet-e.html\">Planet E<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"Erhard Landmann deciphered hieroglyps as you read comics\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/decipher-hieroglyphs.html\">Decipher Hieroglyphs<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"At a time before oblivion, men walked to the sacred,  to the winds of legends.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/light-sons.html\">The Sons of Light<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"At Pech-Merle, that day, I learned nothing. But I received everything. From point to point.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/pech-merle.html\">Pech Merle<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"Women in a circle.  Guttural and fluid songs.  Runes written on the water.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/eternally.html\">Eternally<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"When the rain crackles on the tiles of his house, Aurochs Ford Street, he gives himself to dreams\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/aurochs-ford.html\">Aurochs Ford 1<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/aurochs-ford-2.html\">Aurochs Ford 2<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"Every morning, around nine o'clock, he settles down on the same terrace. There, he looks.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/immortals-cafe.html\">Immortals Caf\u00e9<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/purple-ribbon.html\">The Purple Ribbon<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/star-traveler.html\">Star Traveller<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/distorted-i.html\">The Distorted I<\/a><\/li>\n<li>Erquy-librist&#8217;s Travel<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h1 style=\"text-align: left\">Reki-librist Vertigo<\/h1>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h1 style=\"text-align: left\"><span style=\"color: #ffcc00\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-77406\" src=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/erquy-capFrehel-oies-sauvages-25xe-1900x1140-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1900\" height=\"1140\" \/><br \/>\n<\/span><\/h1>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"chapo\">Yes, I am this dreamer that you described well. In the Land of the Last Summer, the Indians have named me <em>Reality<\/em> <em>Dreamer<\/em>. This name suits me, I wouldn\u2019t change it. It describes me without saying anything about who I really am. As you did too. Take a piece for the whole: a smoky delirium that serves as our Dream.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #00ff00\"><strong>But the Dream is bigger. It flies and overwhelms me. It rejects me from afar&#8230;<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">\nReki Libre<\/h4>\n<p>Erquy, yes, one can say. That\u2019s the name. Yet I went to get the original, the one given to him by the Greek settlers many moons ago. Reki. Two centuries later, or two thousand years, what do I know? Caesar came to annex Gaul. Not all of Gaul. A small village is still resisting the invader.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s here, it\u2019s mine. Reki that the Greeks rebuilt once, and still rebuild, because of the Viking giants who so often sacked it. Each time, the Greeks rested the stones on the stones. They named this new village Reki Nea, the new Reki.<\/p>\n<p>Now the people here have forgotten it. They only remember the Roman village, the one that Caesar eventually conquered. He kept the Greek name that sounded good in his ear. But today\u2019s people do not know at all why they are called Regineans. They don\u2019t know that the Latin g was a hard g, which is pronounced like the k of the Greeks.<\/p>\n<p>The city was Rekin\u00e9a, its current inhabitants are Regineans. No mystery for the passionate historian that I am. And there I practice a reki that goes back many years before the one a Japanese thought he would find. He unknowingly drank from the Greek source with long strokes. And the Celtic section too. And the Viking crater.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">Moons&#8217; Dreamer<\/h4>\n<p>Worlds&#8217; Dreamer, I don\u2019t spend my nights there. I spend my life there. Early morning, I dream. At noon, the dream too. On the road, it continues: I drive with one hand and with the other I dream.<\/p>\n<p>So far, it\u2019s worked out for me. Don\u2019t take the Moons&#8217; Dreamer for a sleeping one who has lost all contact with the affairs of here below. On the contrary, I am a Dreamer of Realities. I know before the stars the weather that it will be next year at this time.<\/p>\n<p>My friend Alain gave me the pleasure &#8212; and the scratch &#8212; to disguise myself in an uchrony that says a lot about his wandering.<\/p>\n<p>He has the same as everyone else. How would I hold it against him? Few people understand the awakened. Which is not surprising: the awakened no longer know who they are. Nor what they have been. And who they have stubborn. I dream that I remain silent for hours, eyes in the wave, heart in the full sun &#8212; even at night.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-77415\" src=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/baie-d-erquy-xs-soleil-pale-25xe-900x540-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"900\" height=\"540\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">2085<\/h4>\n<p>A daily meal is enough for me, I have a belly to lose. I feed myself every day with the same dish, Kashmiri Massala. A delight forgotten for 40 years. Pleasure to be able to get the spice of the same name again. At Patak\u2019s. Avoid Raja. Free advice, no promo, be sure!<\/p>\n<p>See how I insert myself into the lively flesh of the world. Free or not, the human remains in prison. If he feels free, he understood Cesbron: our prison is a kingdom.<\/p>\n<p>My darling has her life ahead of her, not me. Besides, who knows? She can die tomorrow, in an hour, just now, and we will die together. But I would last a few minutes longer. Or more! I might last until 136 years.<\/p>\n<p>In 2085. It\u2019s the time when I would like to leave. Until then, my darling will be close to me &#8212; even within me whenever she wants. Or both if she wants. Whenever she wants.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">\nTo Be Honest<\/h4>\n<p>The truth? Do you want to know the truth? I am a fucking bitcher. Downright mean, never happy. I grumble all the time, I moan, I mumble, I growl and I criticize at every turn. I have a heart of gold, that\u2019s right, but I keep it well hidden for fear of being snuffed out. People are so mean! I hate this false world where they force me to live.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>As soon as I can, I escape to the perfumed elsewhere, virgin lands, eternal pastures of hyper-space, infinite meadows of infinitely pure, parties that last a century or two seconds, an hour, a millennium, and close your camembert box you will open it for dessert.<\/p>\n<p>Long live life out of time, the space gathered all at one point, the same fist that goes into your mouth, you failed asshole who pretends to exist, squirting away, your toes tapping on a virtual keyboard, your head yawn and you spit, you glave as much as a leaky faucet, stubborn party animal, asshole casserole, shut up your peak beak, dodo kitten in the garden.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><strong>I\u2019m fed up.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>To be honest, down here, everything is fake. My damn character is part of the lot.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-77416\" src=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/cap-d-erquy-rochers-25xe-19001140.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"1900\" height=\"1140\" \/> <span style=\"color: #000080\">This series brings together texts co-written by Alain Aillet and Xavier S\u00e9guin. It is called World AAXE.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h2>Neo Reki<\/h2>\n<ul id=\"item_3484\" class=\"collapse show\" aria-expanded=\"true\">\n<li><a title=\"The ancient art of healing is still practiced today in Erquy -- anciently Reki, a Greek settlement.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/the-true-story-of-reiki.html\">The True Story Of Reiki<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"Listen to your body, it knows. Forget rituals, the best of masters is within you.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/body-knowledge.html\">The Body Knowledge<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"How to spot and fix blockages during a kundalini rise\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/energy-blockages.html\">Energy blockages<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"Vital energy, Prana, Ki, Vril energy, whatever the name, our hands heal\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/hands-of-love.html\">These Hands of Love<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"The kundalini blockages are located on one or the other chakra\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/unlocking-kundalini.html\">Kundalini Reki<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"I had an intern who knew more than I did. He humbly made me find this new reki.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/neoreki.html\">The Neo Reki of Rekinea<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"Cleaning the entire tree of life with roots and branches, will give you a great shape.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/erquy-reki.html\">Erquy Reki<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"Feeling his chakras, kundalini, aura, subtle bodies around yourself so well: rare sensation.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/celtic-reki.html\">Celtic Reki<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"Also called Tantra Reki, this unique practice brings together my various magical influences.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/nagual-reki.html\">The Nagual Reki<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"You know the seven chakras on the body of energy. 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