{"id":63878,"date":"2026-10-11T05:00:28","date_gmt":"2026-10-11T04:00:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/?p=63878"},"modified":"2026-10-17T07:44:18","modified_gmt":"2026-10-17T06:44:18","slug":"mad-shaman","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/mad-shaman.html","title":{"rendered":"Mad Shaman"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Mad shaman, good shaman<\/em><\/span>, as you will read later. Came to the filthy world on May 21, 1949. Year of the egg. He will stop writing on May 21, 2049, the year of the ox. You will have to endure him for years to come, as your fathers already did for 76 years. Sincerely, he complains… even if you come here of your own free will.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nGood Shaman<\/h4>\n

Shaman I am, for the best, I hope. And yet I am, like the arcana of the tarot with no number. Mat, that is to say crazy, but also above the human kingdom<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

Those who play the tarot know that an excuse cannot leave the hand of one who has received it in his game.\u00a0 He uses it to pass his turn, the excuse doesn\u2019t bring any tricks. But the excuse is the Mat. Which doesn\u2019t come from crazy, mad in English. Le Fou, or rather Le Mat, was very badly named, because Mat comes from the Lower Breton word mad, which means “good” or “bien” as in traou-mad, a good thing. The Fool is freed from all the constraints of this world, he has finished his journey, he feels good and without even taking care, he lightens the burden of all those he meets.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

It is the “wisdom of the fools, folly of the sages,” of the Sufis, the “mad thought” of the druids, the favorite place of consciousness of the shaman, also called the alpha wave. We find this word in “\u00e9chec et mat”, which means that everything is played.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Nothing surpasses the Mat. Privilege of the craziest, the Mat can intervene in any arcane, like an excuse at any time during the game. Watch him walk away without a care.\u00a0 Already the Fool is no longer in the world, barely is he still in the world, already he no longer feels the claws of beasts, the path he follows is his only master, his last stay on this earth, everything has been said, and everything is fine. The arcane XVI Maison-Dieu had filled it with light, the arcane without number made place neat. The Fool is an open door to the wind, to emptiness, to the other life. At any moment, the Fool can decide to leave this plane.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

He will not die, he will turn into light and take his flight in this immensity out there. He will leave no trace in this world but a smudge of smoke on the tiles of his kitchen. (source)<\/a><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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\"\"Le Mat<\/em> is also Le Fol, like the Folle Pens\u00e9e<\/em> of the ancient Druids is not mental madness<\/span><\/h5>\n

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Ten Bulls<\/h4>\n

This story of our lives is universal. It can be found in Japan under the name Ten Bulls. I made a sincere and respectful adaptation called Ten Blue Tigers<\/a>.\u00a0<\/p>\n

Yes, I am mad mad mad shaman — a good shaman concerned about all the humans who stand up to me. Yes, I can help them if they come to their own aid before me. It is not the shaman who heals, but the sick person himself who heals himself. But I\u2019m here for him.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/strong><\/span>There\u2019s no way I\u2019m skipping my turn. Always and straight from the point of view, I belong to the race of love. Without reason, without season, without condition, without surrender. Without mission, without fiction, without interruption. I write as I breathe, and even worse: if I breathed as I write, it\u2019s a long time since I would have died over ventilated.<\/p>\n

\nA wheat field was taking root<\/strong><\/span>
\nUnder the cap of B\u00e9cassine<\/strong><\/span>
\nThose who were looking for the golden fleece<\/strong><\/span>
\nElsewhere were very wrong<\/strong><\/span>
\nAll the lords of the neighborhood<\/strong><\/span>
\nThe big shots, great characters<\/strong><\/span>
\nDreamed of attaching to their coat of arms<\/strong><\/span>
\nA loop of his fleece<\/strong><\/span>
\nA wheat field was taking root<\/strong><\/span>
\nUnder the cap of B\u00e9cassine<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Thank you Brassens, for everything thank you very much. Stifled by too much air as I stifle the fire of my anger. It lingers and overflows, her. But it\u2019s cooked. Choked like a project in the bud. Cooked as a newborn fetus. I improvise and it\u2019s silly. But you try. And c’est gain<\/a>it\u2019s a win<\/span>, like me.<\/a>S\u00e9guin<\/span><\/p>\n

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La langue des oisons<\/a>The language of the goslings<\/span><\/h4>\n

The language of birds, this is the pleasant name that is given to clear hearing or third ear<\/a>. Distortion of words, bringing out another meaning in the same sounds. So, when you hear badly, you understand better. Such is the clear audience. Extremes touch each other.\u00a0<\/p>\n

The oison is the cub of the goose. From Mother the Goose. The bitter law. Oison is a rather rare word, people will have misunderstood it, hence the current name of bird language. Sad decline.<\/p>\n\n

The language of the Goslings is full of puns, wordplays and soundplays \u2013 the sacred feeds on it. The language of goslings<\/em><\/span> is also called l’art goth, the slang.<\/a>French argot<\/span> (source)<\/a><\/p>\n

Let me give an example.<\/p>\n

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Borobudur, Indonesia<\/h4>\n

Located in central Java, the site of Borobudur, built around 800, seems to have been abandoned around 1100. The temple is both a shrine dedicated to the Buddha, but also a place of Buddhist pilgrimage. It is both a stupa and, seen from the sky, a mandala. It forms a square of about 113 meters on each side with, at each cardinal point, a projecting part accompanied at the four corners by a recessed part. (source)<\/a><\/p>\n

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Bord au bout dur<\/a>Edge at the hard end<\/span><\/h4>\n

BORO BUD UR is easily translated from the language of origins, here in its English version. Boro = borough.\u00a0 Bud is the blossom but also the friend. I\u2019ll take both. Borough Bud Ur = suburb of the blossom of Ur, or suburb of the allies (friends, buddies) of Ur.<\/p>\n

One can thus understand that this site was built according to the directives of the Former Goddesses, for the inhabitants of Java then considered as friends of Ur<\/a>, living on Earth, the suburb of Alcor.<\/p>\n

But in the language of the Goslings, in its French version, the translation is not the same. Budur will translate into Bout d’Ur.<\/p>\n

Recall that Ur is the original planet of the<\/span> Former Goddesses. On this planet Ur, there is a city named Boro, bord eau, located at the seaside, like the city of Bordeau in France. Bord d’eau.<\/span><\/em> (source)<\/a><\/p>\n

For Eden Saga, a wise and mad<\/a>good !!<\/span>\u00a0 site, the goal never dominates : the path to get there matters more. Shortcuts or extensions, stages, permutations, connections, aliens, means, deans, beliefs, and wanderings.<\/p>\n

I am crazy, I wander. Wandering is human. Error is hymen. Who writes this behind my back? Friend, to take it all, better forget your head. Le cerveau lent<\/a>slow brain<\/span> is not a cerf volant<\/a>kite<\/span>. Cut your head off and use something else instead.<\/p>\n

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My advice: use the direct line, the one that goes through the stars.<\/strong>
\nOnly the Dream Path can give you better grain to grind. I\u2019m going there tonight.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Wizard Diary<\/h2>\n

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