Why my ‘AUROSPIRITUALS’ after forty years of ‘Yoga of the Cells’

As I explained in my previous article, it is since 1975 and the full coming in front of my Psychic Being (the ‘Being of the Soul’, as Sri Aurobindo  and Mother call It) that devotional songs for the Divine began spontaneously coming to me, again and again.

And it is when the inner contact with my cells, which happened by itself one year later, in 1976, enabled me to notice with astonishment,  as early as 1978, that here and there in my body they were turning altogether spiritual, it is from that time on that those cells, of a body not only creole but also born in Africa, started to influence the devotional songs that kept coming to me: it was now often on the very joyful rhythm of a biguine or a samba that they expressed themselves!…

So, the sudden influx in September and October 2017 of several more such songs, but dedicated specifically to Africa, has only been the most recent form that  those ‘AUROSPIRITUALS’ took, composing themselves inside of me since the early Eighties.

I thought I had given them that name only just before the African Niagara: precisely the night before the powerful arrival of the African Niagara in the early morning, I had made a list of all my very rhythmic songs and had given them that name – for the first time, or so I believed.

A major mistake actually:

It is simple little notebooks for schoolkids that I use for noting down since 1988 (at last…) the spiritual progresses of my cells, as well as my dreams – in case the latter may reveal a secret inner relation with the cellular progresses also recorded.

From the very first notebook in 1988, I named the future whole record of those notes ‘My Cells and Me:  Journal of a Wonderful Adventure Together’.

Quite recently – these last few weeks – , while going back in time leafing through those notebooks, searching for an entirely different cellular event, I stumbled upon the veritable date on which for the first time I had had the inspiration of that name for my songs with a more exotic rhythm: it was in fact, unbelievable but true, in the morning of Feb. 24th 2017, that is, exactly the day after my birthday last year!!!

What a surprise! Already on that morning, right after my previous birthday, the Divine had whispered to me this precise name for those songs: ‘AUROSPIRITUALS’!…

Stunned, I realized this specific name was having then a great importance, more so than I had suspected. In effect, that name was enabling me to evoke and honor the name of similar but older songs, indeed, but also to signal the difference: thanks to its greater universality that name could then be used for the joyful devotional expression of any people or culture, beyond all the religions and their human dogmas so limiting and divisive!…

Thanks to the genetic research that has now become so easy to do, many people are discovering they have had ancestors of totally unsuspected origins, and this simple revelation by itself makes them open up to those other cultures they had no idea they were linked to.

But what Genetics don’t know yet, is that we have often been our own ancestors, too…! And in my personal case, it is not just African and Creole roots that I have in me. Be it from one lifetime or the other, I have actually roots masculine or feminine, on all continents, under all latitudes and all skin colors, expressing all the shamanic or religious beliefs known or forgotten. Roots?… I have, it would seem, a multitude of them.

Indeed: the British Aurovilian lady (nowadays gone back to cool England for her health) whom long ago I had finally consulted like many of us did, revealed then to me, to her own surprise, that I was what is called ‘an old soul’, having lived lives upon lives, everywhere, from the most ancient times, and that in this lifetime (a most important one) I was to gather and use all the qualities acquired in all those other lives to create out of them the diversified richness that our human unity requires for truly happening, in this terrestrial evolutive future that is growing more and more.

Well, I had noted down all right everything that this Aurovilian lady with inner sight  had told me, but without having the slightest idea of how such a future of spiritual universalisation would ever become a part of my real life.

And there it was, beginning obviously to happen, and on the intense and accelerated mode that luckily I was getting used to, for it was in that same way that all my previous spiritual progresses had happened every time, and this new one was no exception:

One after the other, first Africa with several of its regions, among them the Atlas, then it has been Tibet that revived its deep roots within me, then Kazakhstan, or rather the whole area around the Altaï, whatever present name those countries may have, that lie there since ever, and in which my being has incarnated for one life or the other. And there is the Peru of Macchu Picchu. And there is Ancient Israël – several lives. And there are of course my roots, multiple too, in France as such, at various time periods. And it is far from all!

These last months, my own evolutive progresses have translated themselves, in the night as in the day, through a sort of universalisation, not any more just psychological like when a young adult, but lived by my body itself, the experience buried into the invisible layers of my cells’ DNA starting to become active again, bringing me in a sequence, irresistibly, to several of those Cultural Pavilions that Mother asked us to build also in Auroville, I understand better and better why.

And this doesn’t concern me only, obviously: Auroville, and beyond Auroville, humanity as a whole will have to follow this same inner movement connecting all our diversities.

Of course the Aurovilians are from everywhere, already on the first degree, speaking simply of each one’s country of origin in this lifetime. But to feel that one belongs only to that one country is not enough, it too easily gives rise to ‘reductionism’ and ‘exclusivism’ towards the other countries.

Beyond this apparently unique country each one belongs to now, so many of us in Auroville, like me have those multiple deep roots connecting them invisibly to so many countries and cultures and times, on top on their country of origin this time around, that having lived under all skin colors, when they begin to remember it, they simply cannot anymore be a racist….

Same thing for the religions: when one has lived at the time of Christ, but also at the time of Krishna, and also at the time of Buddha or Mahomet, and then now of Sri Aurobindo and Mother, it is from within that one feels the wonderful complementarity of the way they followed each other, simply as different and growing expressions of the same Truth  now at last fully revealed. That Truth has needed all the previous ones to become whole again in its expression, and they must remain, in some more supple form devoid of exclusivism, so that the Truth  will still be adapted to the various degrees of evolution and inner needs that cannot but be there, among those unique individual human beings that we all are, all various aspects of the Divine at the same time ONE and ALL.

It is, I see it, this new experience in my cells that has made my individual consciousness achieve the same progress in effective universalization.

For 2018,  for this Fortieth Year of their own ‘Yoga of the Cells’, as Mother was calling it, this is the Gift they have received in several stages, during the End of Year and New year time, and still more later… And they kindly made me benefit from it, they shared it with me, this Gift, and now thanks to these neurons who formulate it for me, and these hands who write it on this keyboard for me, and this whole body who participates one way or the other, I am able to share it with other human beings too, a bit everywhere, through this blog! Isn’t that fantastic?!?

All my congratulations to you, my dear cells, and all my gratitude as a human being who still felt too separated from the others! You have changed all that in a few months!… And our little Celebration of Africa at the African Pavilion through your joyful ‘Aurospirituals’ for the anniversary of this body you constitute, my dear cells, this little afternoon of singing and dancing that way is more ad more taking its full meaning : it was a Celebration of the wonderful Diversity of Human Expression that we are all part of!…


Pourquoi mes “AUROSPIRITUALS”, après quarante années de “Yoga des Cellules”

Ainsi que je l’ai expliqué dans mon précédent article, c’est depuis 1975 et la pleine venue en avant de mon Être Psychique (l’Être de l’Âme, ainsi nommé par Sri Aurobindo et Mère) que des chansons dévotionnelles pour le Divin ont spontanément commencé à me venir, encore et encore.

Et c’est lorsque le contact intérieur avec mes cellules, qui s’est produit par lui-même un an plus tard, fin 1976, m’a permis de constater avec stupeur, dès 1978, qu’elles étaient carrément, ici et là dans mon corps, en train de s’éveiller spirituellement, c’est à partir de ce moment-là que ces cellules, d’un corps non seulement créole mais aussi né en Afrique, ont commencé à influencer les chansons dévotionnelles qui continuaient de plus belle à me venir: maintenant c’était souvent sur des rythmes de biguine ou de samba fort joyeux et entraînants qu’elles s’exprimaient!….

L’afflux soudain en Septembre et Octobre 2017 de telles chansons, mais cette fois dédiées spécifiquement à l’Afrique, n’a donc été que la plus récente forme qu’ont prise ces “AUROSPIRITUALS” qui se sont composés en moi depuis le début des années 80.

Je croyais ne les avoir nommées “AUROSPIRITUALS” que juste avant l’arrivée récente du Niagara africain: justement pile la nuit d’avant que le Niagara africain ne se déclenche en pleine force au petit matin, j’avais fait la liste de toutes mes chansons bien rythmées, et les avais appelées ainsi – pour la première fois, ou du moins je le croyais.

Erreur majeure en fait:

Ce sont de simples petits cahiers d’écolière qui me servent depuis 1988 à noter (enfin…) les progrès spirituels de mes cellules, ainsi que mes rêves – au cas où ceux-ci révèleraient une relation intérieure secrète avec les progrès cellulaires notés aussi.

Dès le premier cahier en 1988,  j’ai intitulé tout l’ensemble de mes notes futures “Mes Cellules et moi: Journal d’une Merveilleuse Aventure ensemble”.

Tout récemment – ces dernières semaines – en remontant le temps dans ces petits cahiers, alors que j’étais à la recherche d’un tout autre évènement cellulaire, je suis tombée sur la véritable date à laquelle j’avais pour la première fois eu l’inspiration de ce nom pour ces chansons au rythme plus exotique : c’était en fait, incroyable mais vrai, au matin du 24 février 2017, soit exactement le lendemain de mon anniversaire d’il y a un an!!!

Ô surprise, dès ce matin-là, juste à la suite de mon anniversaire précédent, le Divin m’avait déjà soufflé ce nom précis pour ces chansons-là: les “AUROSPIRITUALS”!…

Je me suis rendu compte avec effarement que ce nom spécifique avait donc une grande importance, plus d’importance que je ne le soupçonnais. De fait, ce nom me permettait d’évoquer et d’honorer le nom des chants similaires plus anciens, certes, mais tout en m’en démarquant grâce à ce nom plus universel qui pourrait du coup être utilisé pour la joyeuse expression dévotionnelle de tout peuple et toute culture, au-delà de toutes les religions et de leurs dogmes humains si limitants et séparateurs!…

Grâce aux recherches génétiques maintenant faciles à faire, de nombreuses personnes se découvrent des ancêtres d’origines totalement insoupçonnées, et déjà cette simple révélarion les fait s’ouvrir à ces autres peuples auxquels ils étaient donc reliés sans le savoir

Mais ce que la génétique ne sait pas encore, c’est que nous avons  souvent été aussi nos propres ancêtres…! Or dans mon cas, ce ne sont pas seulement des racines africaines et créoles que j’ai en moi. Que ce soit d’une vie ou d’une autre, j’en ai en fait au masculin ou au féminin, dans tous les continents, sous toutes les latitudes et couleurs de peaux, exprimant toutes les croyances chamaniques ou religieuses connues ou oubliées. Des racines, j’en ai, semble-t-il, une multitude.

En effet: l’Aurovilienne britannique et médium (aujourd’hui retournée pour sa santé à la fraîcheur de l’Angleterre) qu’autrefois j’avais finalement consultée moi aussi, m’avait révélé avec étonnement que j’étais ce qu’on appelle une “vieille âme”, ayant vécu des vies et des vies, partout, depuis les temps les plus anciens, et que dans cette vie-ci (très importante), j’aurais à rassembler et utiliser les acquis de toutes ces autres vies pour en faire la richesse très diversifiée que notre unité humaine exige pour se réaliser vraiment, dans ce futur évolutif terrestre qui grandit de plus en plus.

J’avais bien pris bonne note de ce que disait cette Aurovilienne douée de voyance, mais sans avoir la moindre idée de comment ce devenir spirituel d’universalisation future deviendrait une partie de mon vécu effectif.

Et voilà que maintenant cela commençait nettement à se produire, et sur le mode intense et accéléré dont je commençais à avoir l’habitude, heureusement, car c’était ainsi que tous mes précédents progrès spirituels, en quelque partie que ce soit de mon être, s’étaient chaque fois produits, et ce progrès nouveau ne faisait pas exception:

Coup sur coup, après l’Afrique et plusieurs de ses régions, dont celle de l’Atlas, c’est le Tibet qui a fait revivre ses racines en moi, puis le Kazakhstan, ou plutôt la région entière située autour de l’AltaÏ, quels que soient les noms présents des pays qui s’y trouvent depuis toujours, et dans lesquels mon être s’est incarné pour une vie ou une autre. Et i il y a le Péroude MacchuPicchu. Et il y a l’Israël d’autrefois – plusieurs vies. Et il y a bien sûr mes racines, multiples elles aussi, en France-même, à différentes époques. Et c’est loin d’être tout!

Tous ces mois derniers, mes propres progrès évolutifs se sont traduits, de nuit comme de jour, par une sorte d’universalisation, non plus seulement psychologique comme dès mon adolescence, mais bien corporelle, le vécu enfoui dans les couches invisibles de l’ADN de mes cellules commençant à s’activer de nouveau, me portant successivement et irrésistiblement vers plusieurs de ces Pavillons Culturels que Mère nous a demandé d’aussi construire à Auroville, je comprends de mieux en mieux pourquoi.

Et cela ne me concerne pas seulement moi, bien sûr: Auroville, et au-delà d’Auroville toute l’Humanité, doivent suivre ce même mouvement intérieur reliant toutes nos diversités.

Il est bien entendu que les Auroviliens viennent de partout, déjà au premier degré, parlant simplement de nos pays d’origine dans cette vie-ci. Mais cette appartenance-là est trop unique, trop aisément “réductioniste” et “exclusiviste” dans son attitude envers les autres pays.

Au delà de cette appartenance apparemment unique de chacun, tant d’entre nous vivant à Auroville ont comme moi de ces racines profondes multiples qui les connectent invisiblement à tant d’autres pays et cultures et époques, en plus de leur pays d’origine de cette fois-ci, que, ayant vécu sous toutes les couleurs de peau, quand ils commencent à s’en souvenir, ils ne peuvent tout simplement plus être racistes…

Même chose pour les religions: quand on a vécu au temps du Christ, mais aussi au temps de Krishna, et aussi au temps de Bouddha ou de Mahomet, et puis maintenant de Sri Aurobindo et Mère, c’est du dedans que l’on ressent la merveilleuse complémentarité de leur succession: simplement des expressions différentes, et croissantes, de la même Vérité maintenant enfin entièrement dévoilée, Celle-ci a eu besoin de toutes les précédentes pour redevenir totale dans son expression, et doit les conserver, sous une forme plus souple, dénuée d’exclusivisme: ainsi seulement pourra-t-elle continuer à s’adapter aux degrés d’évolution et aux besoins intérieurs différents qu’ont forcément ces êtres individuels uniques que nous sommes tous, tous aspects différents du même Divin à la fois UN et TOUT.

C’est donc, je le constate, ce vécu nouveau de mes cellules qui m’a fait accomplir dans ma conscience individuelle le même progrès d’universalisation effective.

Pour 2018, pour cette Quarantième Année de leur propre “Yoga des Cellules”, ainsi que l’appelait Mère, c’est le Cadeau qu’elles ont reçu peu à peu, pendant les fêtes de Fin d’Année et de Nouvelle Année, et encore depuis… Et elles m’en ont fait gentiment profiter, elles l’ont partagé avec moi, ce Cadeau, et maintenant grâce à ces neurones qui le formulent pour moi, et ces mains qui l’écrivent sur ce clavier pour moi, sans compter toutes les autres cellules de ce corps qui participent d’une manière ou d’une autre, je peux en faire profiter d’autres êtres humains aussi, un peu partout, à travers ce blog! N’est-ce pas fabuleux?!?

Toutes mes félicitations à vous, mes chères cellules, et toute ma gratitude d’être humain qui se sentait encore trop séparé des autres! Vous avez changé tout cela en quelques mois!… Et notre petite Célébration de l’Afrique au Pavillon Africain à travers vos gais “AUROSPIRITUALS”, pour l’anniversaire de ce corps que vous constituez, mes chères cellules, cette petite fête prend de plus en plus tout son sens de Célébration de la merveilleuse Diversité d’Expression Humaine dont nous faisons tous partie!…


From ‘Amazing Grace’ to the Cherokees

Once I discovered, a few days ago, that the very popular song ‘Amazing Grace’ had the same remarkable effect on me as Franz Schubert’s ‘Ave Maria’ (see my previous post, https://labofevolution.wordpress.com/2016/03/06/working-while-still-at-rest-all-the-time/), I went on a veritable spree for this ‘Amazing Grace’ song, listening to every single version of it that I could find on YouTube – and there are many!…

It seemed I was going to end up, like for the ‘Ave Maria’, with having to choose which version I liked best… when suddenly I noticed, further down the YouTube video list, a version in… Cherokee!!!

I couldn’t believe my eyes. Instantly, out of mere curiosity, I clicked on that one.

Oh my… I was in for a real shock of beauty.

The video that unfolded before my eyes was magnificent, not only by the song itself, translated indeed into the raw, so fascinating sounds of the Cherokee language, but also by the gorgeous visuals, all drawn from that culture too and making the song newly alive and meaningful with the poignancy of the Native-American tribes’ near disappearance in what became today’s United States of (North) America.

Not that there are any laments being sung or pitiful sights being shown. On the contrary,  in that video as well as another one yet of ‘Amazing Grace’ in Cherokee that was also there, what was striking to me was the feeling of indomitable courage and self-esteem, and the superb images of all that deeply symbolizes the age-old wisdom and pride of those Amerindian cultures, evoked by one video in a more traditional way, and by the other one in a slightly more Westernized style, although both felt remarkably dignified and faithful to their origins.

Well, just that morning on Facebook I had sent my Birthday Wishes to a young woman who had briefly been a neighbor when I still lived on the Auroville beach in Repos; she happened to be of Native-American descent, and proud of it. To meet her had at once reawakened in myself the far roots I have also in those cultures from at least one other lifetime I am aware of. On Facebook, the same thing happened all over again, just by seeing her name, so evocative of that whole culture. What a meaningful ‘coincidence’ that on the evening of the very same day, here I was, unexpectedly plunged through those Cherokee videos into what felt like a torrent, a cataract of that specific energy again!…

Without further ado, my violently beating heart joined into the beating of the drums, and I rejoiced at the beauty of the wolves howling in the silent night under the bright, serene, mysterious face of the full moon. I joined in the joyful horse-riding, galloping through the wilderness… and that, as I am writing it, brings back to my consciousness the similar exhilaration lived in the vast steppes of Siberia long, long ago, in that now unknown culture whose tattooed mummies have astonished the world when unearthed a few decades back…  My interest in that was sparked here in Auroville when I read the book by Olga Kharitidi, ‘Entering the Circle’, and her own far memories resonated so strongly in my being then… (see two of the earliest posts I wrote for this blog, in 2011: https://labofevolution.wordpress.com/2011/05/06/my-first-contact-with-siberian-shamanism/, and https://labofevolution.wordpress.com/2011/05/06/entering-the-circle-by-olga-kharitidi/).

What a great medley of origins, religions, cultures, each of us human beings actually is… When will the so obscure need for reciprocal revenge stop perpetuating between all of us conflicts and wars that have no true meaning in view of the underlying Unity and complete inter-connectedness that not only spiritual seers from all ages have always spoken of, but scientists too are now discovering at the heart of everything, even what seems to be the solid matter of physicality, including in our own bodies?!…

This is one of the promises the New Step of Evolution on Earth is holding for us. Let’s have just a little more patience, friends, and let’s call ceaselessly for it: Peace, Peace will come, at last to stay, for a more harmonious Humanity on this planet Earth, where the Cherokees, along with all other cultures, will have recovered their true place …  Oh, really, what an Amazing Grace it will be for all of us!

As if to echo my thoughts, I just now find another video, which will be the perfect ending for this new post of mine:



6,000 aboriginal children died in residential school system, report finds

Time to Address our Deep Crimes Everywhere against the First Nations…

Warrior Publications

Residential SchoolFinal report from Truth and Reconciliation Commission to be released June 3

By John Paul Tasker, CBC News, May 29, 2015

At least 6,000 aboriginal children died while in the residential school system, says Justice Murray Sinclair, the chair of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission.

Sinclair, who has been tasked with studying the legacy of the residential schools, says that the figure is just an estimate and is likely much higher. Residential schools were established in the 19th century and the last ones closed in 1996.

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Angels? Flavio etc say they have NO WINGS

Something important we have to realize and rectify in the traditional image we get from our various cultures about the Angels: they do exist, oh yes, but they have NO wings… because they don’t need any for floating or flying around as they do.

Their body, not being physical, is weightless and moves just at will, with tremendous speed, to wherever they want to go. No need of wings for that at all.

It is exactly the same, by the way, for any of us human beings when we are between two incarnations and so, don’t have a physical body either; or also during an incarnation, when we are temporarily out of our body for whatever reason.  For example, even simply in our dreams, when we are flying, it is not an illusion, and it has nothing to do with any freudian symbolic sexual activity but it is real flying, something that happens very easily and frequently when we have gone out of our body during our sleep and are going around simply in our subtle body, which is weightless as it is not composed of physical matter and is not subject to the effect of Gravity.

In the recent Oscar-awarded beautiful thriller movie, ‘GRAVITY’,  happening way out in Space, we could see how away from the Earth’s gravitational field the bodies of the astronauts weighed nothing and were floating in the space of the cabin together with their tools, their tumblers and whatever drinks should have been in them, if they were not kept down solidly with the various straps and other devices provided for that purpose. It was even worse outside of the spaceship, because there in Space itself the slightest wrong movement could send an astronaut very far away from the vicinity of the ship, and cause him or her to be lost for ever; their only safety was the strong cable they were attached to, connecting them to the ship so as to prevent such a horrible death from happening.

In the movie, the woman-astronaut ultimately sole survivor from the ship after its accident, has to spend long hours all alone in Space facing constantly the effects of non-gravity, that make everything and every maneuver more difficult and more dangerous for her as the situation keeps worsening, At the end of the film, when finally she has gone victoriously through it all and she manages a precarious landing of her ejected capsule… into the ocean, but luckily near the coast, she swims slowly to the shore and arriving at last on the beach, emerges first on all four, and only then staggers to her feet, overjoyed to be still alive, but thoroughly exhausted, savoring now fully her renewed experience of the contact with the Earth, and with… GRAVITY.

Yes, we usually take Gravity for granted while going about our daily life; but even while we are in physical bodies there seem to be specific conditions under which the physical body itself isn’t subject any more to Gravity and is able to temporarily  float above the ground, in a breaking of normal physical laws that is called ‘levitation’, recorded since millennia all over the planet. Many saints of the Catholic faith have been known to levitate in that way, often against their own will and with total embarrassment at the understandable fame such a feat was giving them, sometimes attracting huge crowds eager to watch the phenomenon occur. In various other cultures too, especially from Asia, Tibet for example, monks and generally holy people are known to often have that capacity. It is as if the inner contact of the soul with the Spirit pervading all, is somehow in those instances communicated to the body too, in a way that neutralizes the normal effects of Gravity on Matter.

Well, as far as Angels are concerned, the problem of Gravity simply doesn’t arise at all,  on the contrary it is floating and flying that are the normality in their non-physical reality. But to our human physical rationality this cannot be done without wings of some sort like the birds have, the only creatures we know that are able to fly. As Angels do have all around them and particularly all around the upper part of their body the white brilliance that their luminous being emanates naturally, that radiance could easily be interpreted and represented on pictures as resplendent white wings, and it is indeed what is shown on the many paintings we have of Angels from many centuries past.

So what nowadays has come to be considered the most important sign that makes you recognize the human-like being in front of you as an Angel, is that this being has wings.

What transpires from all more recent testimonies, though,  and even from some old ones, is that Angels actually have no wings at all. Their real main characteristic as Angels is rather the Light that they are constituted of, which makes them look like the flame of a candle, except for their usual huge size (two meters at least, unless for some reason they have chosen to appear in a smaller form than the one they truly have).

In the 1993 worldwide best-seller from French journalist Pierre Jovanovic, ‘Enquete sur l’Existence des Anges Gardiens’, of the saints, old or new, and of the Near Death Experiencers who are listed out as having all had a conscious contact with an Angel, and more specifically with their own Guardian Angel, quite a few haven’t seen but only heard Him or Her. But of all those who have also seen It, only some have seen It with the wings they traditionally are supposed to have. In most cases it is on the contrary noticed that they DON’T have wings, but this doesn’t disturb the viewer at all as the light and love they radiate are proof enough of what they are.

Already when reading the second book about his OBEs by Robert Monroe, ‘Far Journeys’, published in 1985, I had noted the passage where  in an out of body state he talks with one of those advanced beings he calls jokingly for himself  ‘INSPECS’ (Intelligent Species…!) for the first time directly within the boundaries of their own space, thanks to them reducing considerably their actually very hot light so that he can come that far without melting. This time he is trying all he can to elucidate what ‘THEY’ are, by putting inwardly to his ‘INSPEC’ friend all the questions he can, as precisely as he can, and the ‘INSPEC’ answers in the same inner,  telepathic way. At some point the dialogue goes like this, following Bob Monroe’s meandering thoughts after having taken this very bold step of going much further than usual towards those beings he loves and reveres tremendously:

‘This was becoming an event not anything like what I expected. I was rapidly losing my sense of awe. It was replaced with a great feeling of warmth, of understanding, much on the order of old deep friendships, yet filled with intense respect, not the usual pattern of expected angels, if that is what THEY were.

(We can quickly grow some wings if you wish.)

No, no, please, no wings. No halos either, although I get the clear percept, staring at my INSPEC – friend?…

(At least that, for now)

I could understand how humans with limited but definite momentary super-vision could add a halo to make the human-formed INSPEC stand out as different. A brightly radiant form? How often in human history has such a perception taken place? Miracle workers, saints, local medicine-men, and last-timers on their final run, no doubt.

(No doubt at all.)’

With the same compassionate sense of humor,  the entity calling himself Seth, in ‘Seth Speaks’, channeled by Jane Roberts, explains how, when receiving the confused souls of newly deceased humans, he and other spirits responsible for welcoming them and orienting them in that other dimension of Reality were often at first putting on some wings so as to meet the expectations most newly-dead persons would have of seeing angels, angels who would of course have wings to qualify as proper angels. Only for souls that didn’t have such an expectation, or who after some time wouldn’t have it any longer, were the welcoming beings free to remain as they truly were: without wings.

Of course it is the same with the souls arriving there just for a short while during a Near Death Experience (NDE), as quite a few NDErs have seen for themselves and have reported later on with surprise…

As for our two dear young brothers from Buenos Aires, Markos and Flavio (see previous posts), both could see Angels when they were still little, and the Angels they saw either out of the window or up there with God were easily recognizable loving bright lights, but without wings either.

It has been very difficult for me to find through my google search  for this post a representation of an Angel that would show Him or Her without wings. Between all the innumerable winged angels, including the two extreme distortions which were  a-plenty too among them, on the one hand of the sexy, seductive, bare-breasted she-angels and on the other hand of the cute baby-angels so sickeningly sweet and insignificant they were meaningless, I was glad to finally find a decent Angel worthy of that name, with some visible Inner Light… and a radiating aura instead of wings! All my gratitude to the human artist who was inspired to make this painting of the awesome Being I’ll henceforth call ‘The Beautiful Blue Angel’:


Image taken, with gratitude, from anges | larevolutioninterieure larevolutioninterieure.com



‘The Man from Earth’: A Researcher’s Review

A great afternoon the other day with the friend who brought this 2007 movie, and a great evening later on watching it all over again, on my own this time, to fully absorb and digest every moment of that fascinating film.

Many memories re-awakened fill my consciousness as a result, memories of other such movies that I have loved, on the same central theme, exemplified through various special species looking like the ordinary Humans, but always in some way not quite the same as them:

‘Highlander’, ‘Twilight’, Tolkien’s Elves as portrayed in his books and now in Peter Jackson’s films as well, not only ‘The Lord of the Rings’, but also ‘The Hobbit’…


In this physical realm down here on Earth.

And portrayed how this time, in this specific movie?

Yet another take on this subject that is lurking irresistibly since ever in our subconscious depths… and nowadays is  presented openly also in some scientific real attempts, not just from the realm of science-fiction books and movies.

Here is the trailer to this film:

Simply looking, through the inevitable Google search, for the video I then posted above, made me discover there is a whole Facebook Page about this movie, with great numbers of people interested in it. Several other sites and other references listed out in the quite long Google results revealed at once to me that the Myth is still extremely alive and well… just like the ‘immortal’ man this story is precisely about, discretely living among other human beings not just since several centuries or maximum two millennia as the ones in ‘Highlander’ had, but since 14000 years. That is, since the cavemen times. Rather impressive!

Of course, in all the fictive examples mentioned above, immortality goes always together with eternal youthfulness, and invulnerability to a large degree – although you will notice that in all those examples under certain conditions death is still possible. So some risk still exists that the supposedly endless life of that kind of ‘immortal’ person may suddenly stop. just like the life of any mortal person – with the only difference that it will be after a much longer time than that of an ordinary mortal person’s life. But apart from the quite restricted and specific conditions under which death will occur, other types of wounds will heal very quickly and without leaving a scar, indicating some unusual capacity of self-regeneration in their body, whatever its origin may be.

In the case of History teacher John Oldman with the fitting name, the hero in this new re-telling of the same eternal Myth, he says he has stopped aging after reaching 35, plus he has survived all kinds of wounds and deadly diseases over the centuries and millennia; he does describe the same “no scars” phenomenon for his own body, including the normal scars from small-pox, but doesn’t claim any immortality as such, only having lived for an extremely long time.

So there is indeed a huge amount of suspense when at a certain point in the film he is aimed at with a gun by one of the regular human beings, most of them his closest colleagues and friends, to whom, before he leaves, he has just attempted to reveal his true story. Their extremely diverse reactions to it constitute practically the entire movie. The gun pointed at him was going to reveal to us all as well as to them whether or not this supposedly special body that didn’t scar, could nevertheless die if hit in the right place by a bullet. But in the film (BIG SPOILER AHEAD, STOP HERE IF YOU DON’T WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT), the bullet is never shot, so nobody finds out anything through that incident. Not a single drop of blood is shed in this movie.

Yes, that’s right, no ‘action’ in this film, no car chase, no violence, nobody killing anybody – although someone dies.

And no sex either – although there is a discrete but strong ongoing love story that is quite likely to develop into that too later, as the relationship takes on a more definite shape with the film’s end.

In a refreshingly sober manner, during the film everything happens basically on the psychological level only, within that one living-room where sit together all those ordinary people full of academic degrees and experience, but who are now for the very first time in their lives faced with someone they thought they knew well, a ten year-long colleague, who during the farewell party they improvise for him at his place:

– soon says, hesitantly but quite clearly, that he has actually been alive on Earth for 14000 years,

– doesn’t seem to be mad at all,

– and may not be lying.

What an unbelievable, mind-blowing revelation for this half-dozen assorted individuals whom their whole upbringing in our rationalistic, materialistic, no-nonsense contemporary society hasn’t prepared at all for such a mind-shattering tale.

Through almost the entire film our interest keeps being riveted to it simply by watching how slowly, but surely, the utmost simplicity and calm with which their friend John Oldman answers at first their embarrassed silence, and then their increasingly sharp and pointed questions, makes his story sound more and more believable, nearly plausible. As time passes and the plausibility of what he says grows on them, some of those assorted individuals, stung out of their usual superficial routine mode of thinking and behaving, start reacting at a much deeper level, each of them soon revealing what truly makes them tick, and what they make out of this totally astonishing and disturbing story they are being told.

But not all are able to bear the terrible pressure this whole developing scene is putting them through. Someone discretely calls a psychiatrist they all know, who then joins the group, but quickly shows that he even less than the others, given some recent personal events in his own life, is in a stable enough psychological condition to sustain this new, unexpected ordeal  for his mental and emotional being.

What is especially moving in all this is to see how their friend John, although somewhat estranged now in their bewildered eyes, radiates more and more a quiet but intense compassion for those of them who are in distress because of the various historical revelations they hear from him in answer to their pressing, eager questioning; some of these revelations, that in spite of themselves they take more and more seriously, shatter many of their previous dearest beliefs – particularly her religious beliefs in the case of the older lady specialist in that field.

When she starts breaking down, the psychiatrist takes it upon himself to order John to stop this horrendous hoax and let everyone return to their usual balance. John hesitates, then complies, declaring his story to be a lie that built up from the very questions he was being asked.

Now reassured, all leave one by one, seeing again John more or less only as the dear old friend he has been for them since a decade; but a few can somehow still sense that the story was true, and feel its supposed ending as a let down they aren’t willing to accept. Those few aren’t leaving so easily, and when they finally do, find some hesitant words to express their trust in what he had revealed to them.

Until then, just like for all of them, we the audience had been kept in the dark as to whether or not the story had been true, whether or not truly John Oldman didn’t age, and had been alive for much longer than he seemed, a witness and participant in all the historical periods he had described in a somewhat first-hand manner, and soon directly in the first person.

Just before the film ends with him departing in his loaded truck with the beautiful and serene colleague who loves him and whom he loves, for a life lived together that he has warned her can only last whatever it will last, then at that point, just before their departure, something more happens, that reveals the truth of the whole matter.

But I will not tell you what it is, nor what it reveals!… It is a too well crafted event for me to spoil here the ultimate surprise this remarkable film has in store for you…

In all the fictive examples given to us through the various imagined stories mentioned above, except the ‘Twilight’ vampires, to whom I’ll come back later, no explanation was offered for the immortal condition of the bodies of those concerned:

In Tolkien’s Middle-earth tales the Elves, the ‘First-Born’, were made as one specific species by Eru, the One Supreme Being, with that specific gift of physical immortality, in deliberate contrast  with the Mortal other main species that Men, the ‘Second-Born’ were, having on the other hand some other crucial advantages that the Elves didn’t have. But at least the Elves didn’t exist as isolated  individual curiosities, they existed within the Group-Consciousness of their own species.

So did the Vampires too, in the ‘Twilight’ Saga… at least until among them some, under the beautiful inner influence  of Carlisle Cullen, developed an idealistic tendency and determination to feed only on animals and never anymore on humans, constituting in that way a separate grouping, but with still a sense of belonging, a sense of collective as well as individual existence, within their own new grouping..

The Immortals we met in ‘Highlander’ came from some mysterious other origin than Men, as we learn from the very beginning of the first film through the deep voice of Sean Connery, who plays one of the most ancient of them, Egyptian long before becoming the Spanish Juan Sánchez Villa-Lobos Ramírez (links here from Wikipedia). in the great, somewhat blood-curdling Message that printed itself before our eyes at the same time as his disembodied voice spoke it out:

“From the Dawn of Time we came, moving silently down through the centuries. Living many secret lives. Struggling to reach the Time of the Gathering, when the few who remain will battle to the last. No one has ever known we were among you… until now.”

The film’s tagline, “There can be only one”, says it all: those Immortals are there only to gradually eliminate each other until one only remains, the one who will have proven to be the strongest one.

This would seem to give automatically the supremacy to physical power and skill in fighting, qualities not often found together with the qualities of the heart: tenderness and compassion for others.

What actually happens though, for which I love this story, is that still you’ve got the Bad Guys, who basically think only of taking advantage of their superior strength and almost total invulnerability, to wreak as much havoc as they can wherever they go, totally intent on winning again and again until they are the only one left, the last one standing, the ultimate victorious one.

The  Good Guys too have the very same intention, of course… but their motivation is completely different, and that makes  the whole difference: in their case, it is not really personal ambition and lust for Power that keeps them going and improving their capacities, but on the contrary concern for the world and the beings who inhabit it, especially the Human beings: It must absolutely be a Good Guy who wins in the end, for if it were one of the Bad Guys, the coming into supreme Power of that one would mean eternal hell on Earth for all. To avoid such a final Disaster, the Good Guys will take any risk and go through any ordeal so as to make sure it is one of them who wins the Ultimate Victory and becomes the supreme Ruler upon Earth. Hence for Connor Mc Leod the Highlander warrior from 1536 in Scotland, now known as Russell Nash in New York City, 1985, the necessity not only to survive for their own sake, but also to grow strong enough outwardly and inwardly, to finally overcome his fiercest enemy, the huge and brutish Kurgan, responsible already for the death of several of the Highlander’s dear ‘immortal’ friends and allies in the far and recent past, the energy of each vanquished foe adding itself as always to that of the winner.

None of this highly competitive fate and dramatic situation for ‘The Man from Earth’. He has no idea what or who made him the way he is, nor for which purpose, if any. Only once in those 14000 years did he feel he had met someone else like him; but nothing came out from their meeting: their mutual suspicions that the other one was faking it, destroyed in both any real intention to meet again. So John Oldman, for all intents and purposes a solitary individual, seems very much to be a one of a kind phenomenon whose uniqueness constitutes one more fascinating aspect to the mystery of his existence.

But it is precisely the special value of this film, I would say: stripped of all swash-buckling, ancient katana wielding imagery and additional glory, the central problem someone like John Oldman is facing all the time is revealed in all its bare, hideous simplicity: the other, ordinary human beings, the mortal ones, cannot bear his enigmatic and somewhat unjust existence: Why is he not dying, when everyone else is dying?

Within the hardly one and a half hour that the cheerfully improvised Farewell Party lasts, tempers flare up and bitterness grows in some of the mortal people present there, to the point that he almost gets killed. Although he no doubt remains essentially the same amiable person they had appreciated and befriended before, most of his colleagues feel alienated from him simply by the fact of this new, bewildering dimension suddenly added to what they knew of him before; through the experiential knowledge he has acquired for so long, he becomes a threat on their own sense of self-esteem even in each one’s specialized field of expertise.

And the worst is that poor John Oldman has nothing to offer them in exchange for all that he unintentionally is taking away from them, upsetting for ever their quiet mortal lives. He can only go away, leaving them in the more or less profound ditch in which his unintentional talk with them has precipitated them, and his tardy explanations hardly retrieved them from later on. Afterwards, who among them will not remain haunted to some extent at least, by the questions asked on that fateful afternoon, and by the answers received?…

But perhaps still could we say that, however each of them feels by the time he or she leaves the house, the gift John Oldman has anyway given them all is precisely that at least: some deeper questioning on what is possible or not, and on their own lives and the meaning of Life itself…

Pots of Honey for the Soul

Looking for deliberate experiments with time, I explored some of the videos about scientific researcher Dean Radin (thank you fellow researcher Don Salmon for the initial link), which led me later on to NDE (Near Death Experiences) video interviews, all of them interesting one way or the other, some of them extremely so:

I found again my “old friend” (or so it feels) Anita Moorjani, two videos I had never seen before, in which some aspects of what happened to her were mentioned with new insights about them; and two interviews, by the same two lady interviewers as for Anita, but this time for an American neurosurgeon, Dr Eben Alexander.

An atheist, Dr Alexander had the usual medical completely materialistic opinion about the NDEs that the patients he operated upon sometimes told him when awakening: he would tell them patiently not to pay any attention to it, that it was all hallucinations due to their brain being damaged or shutting off. It was his automatic response to such NDE tales for the many years of his career… that is, until he himself had in 1988 a tremendous NDE, during a sudden onslaught of Bacterial Meningitis, so severe it put him within a few hours into a deep coma that lasted for seven days and should have left him, if at all alive, merely a vegetable after only the second day. His whole neo-cortex had been destroyed by the disease, so only the most primitive remnant of consciousness remained of him in some obscure and murky depths that could hardly still be called human existence, when his consciousness ripped apart that dark whatever it was and found itself in a totally different, limitless, luminous and loving Reality he then started exploring and relating to with awe and delight, not intending at all to go away although he had been warned (by the lovely girl who guided him, whom he found out much later was a deceased sister he never knew of) that he eventually would have to go back. What made him indeed finally change his mind was when he perceived – so strong that it was coming all the way to where his consciousness was, from the hospital room on the physical plane – the desperate, insistent call from his very alarmed youngest son, frantically urging Daddy to wake up. The intensity of love and need that reached him through those calls was what decided him to come back indeed, in order to take care of the young boy.

When to the astonishment of his family and medical colleagues he finally woke up from his coma, against all expectations  not only did he recover fully his normal memories and consciousness, including his scientific knowledge, but he did so within hardly a few weeks; more remarkable even, it soon became obvious he was a changed human being, because of this NDE that had happened to him: using the weight of his medical knowledge and experience to assess his own NDE, he proceeded to alert the lay persons as well as the medical community to the total inadequacy of the current scientific so-called explanations of the NDEs for actually explaining many aspects of them.

Because it was precisely Eben’s brain that had been attacked by the disease, and his neo-cortex had been destroyed already by the time the NDE occurred, this can be seen as a proof that none of the NDE could have been recorded and memorized at all by the brain; so some unknown other part of his consciousness, apart from the brain, would have had to be involved – which then proved consciousness to be other than the brain, as some top neuro-scientists do claim.

This led the publishers of Dr Eben Alexander’s first book to sensationalize it with the defiant title “Proof of Heaven”. But of course such a title backfired, attracting the special attention of skeptics determined to deny everything under whatever scientific inaccuracy in his report, or even previous professional mistake in his neurosurgeon career, could be used to try and discredit the author of the book.

Still, in spite of all this fierce controversy and personal attacks against him, more and more videos of interviews, notably by Oprah, contributed to the growing fame of this specific NDE case.

Personally, I find it a pity that people who have had an NDE come automatically under the fire of those so-called scientists who reject any psychic phenomenon whatever evidence may be available in support for it from fellow scientists, even when they are provided with all the scientific precautions and safeties used in experimental studies. At least the OBE (Out of Body Experience) part of NDEs should be openly recognized by now, when they involve seeing or hearing things, verified afterwards, that the patient couldn’t possibly see or hear from the vantage point of his or her body, all the more when that body was being operated upon or in a coma.

Particularly in the case of NDEs, this unfair, actually unscientific attitude puts the experiencers, when they happen to be also scientists, under such psychological pressure from their narrow-minded main-stream colleagues, that I suspect not all of those scientists who have actually had an NDE do come out and openly say so. Those who do are especially courageous, and commendable for that, but almost inevitably this necessary courage will also harden to some degree the way they will try to convey the extraordinary emotions they felt during their NDE.

Luckily most NDEs happen to so-called ‘ordinary people’, and they don’t need to refrain from expressing fully the total Peace, overwhelming Joy and Love that flow through one’s being while one is having an NDE or even is simply remembering it.  For anyone like me who has had and keeps having spiritual experiences, as well of the kind labelled ‘mystical’ as of other kinds, it is obvious when one listens to the NDExperiencers that their stories are real, and important, for through them they have directly experienced the Love of… many of them will hesitate to say “God”, for that word has been so charged with all kinds of religious connotations, it is not the word one wants to use. For a long time when relating his experience Eben Alexander used instead the word “Aum”, without knowing its cultural origins, simply because that was the sound that seemed to emanate from this wonderful radiant Reality he suddenly found himself part of. Only later did he learn that it was one of the Sacred Words used in India’s spiritual tradition. Nowadays he has reverted to using the word “God”, but outside of any religious context or implied significance. As another NDExperiencer puts it, which I want to quote here:

“It’s not about religion, it’s about LOVE.”

I couldn’t agree more:

My own experiences of the Divine Reality have shown to me that incredibly Luminous, Loving Reality one time as Jesus-Christ, another time as the Divine Mother, and yet another time as our Divine Lover, revered in India as the utterly beautiful and playful Lord Krishna. I am glad that I have been shown inwardly in this way not just one, but several of the main forms the Supreme Reality has taken and may yet take in its interventions here in this physical reality, to help us, the parts of Himself/Herself/Itself who have volunteered to participate in this current Terrestrial Adventure of Evolution.Thanks to that multi-facetted  experience of the Ultimate Reality, I cannot anymore fall into the trap of believing only one of them to be the exclusive Truth.

But not every soul may be ready yet for such a revelation.  So, also when an individual soul meets that Light of Love in its true, overall Reality, outside of the bubble of Time-Space that is necessary for this Earthly Play, It may show Itself in the form of a Person, and even in the form of the religious figure revered by that individual, if such is still the inner need of that individual. Or it may well be also that the consciousness of the individual concerned puts automatically its own unconsciously biased interpretation upon the Person it sees, as the one it has been conditioned by its earthly religion to believe is the only form of “God”. For each one the content and meaning of the experience depend on the level of development already reached by that particular soul, so that it doesn’t lead that growing soul to utter, distressing confusion, but has a positive potential effect on it – even if it encourages temporarily the divisive tendencies that the mental way of functioning has introduced in everything our consciousness perceives, including the Spirit Realm.

Among the very many existing videos of NDEs on You Tube, there is a whole section dedicated to the ones where the Light of Love reveals Itself as Jesus-Christ. I looked at some of them too, and I didn’t mind the limiting identification of the Person in the  Light as Jesus only – plus usually the Light Itself seen then as ‘the Father’, and sometimes even the Bible being indicated as the Book to follow.  In these kinds of visions, angels, if they appear, must necessarily have wings on, and a Saint Peter may appear as well, with a bunch of keys if needed, if this is what the soul is expecting and happy to see. None of these limiting  concepts disturbed me, although I knew they didn’t represent the full. complete Reality we, embodied souls, all have to gradually discover as we develop… and I know there is ever more to discover, so I am not speaking here with any sense of arrogance or ridiculous superiority: each soul evolves along its own lines and at its own pace… which may very well accelerate suddenly! We do not compete anyway and one may be more advanced on one point, but less on another point, so comparisons are meaningless and useless.

Still, although it was okay for me personally to go through that specific section, I prefer not to put up such religiously influenced NDEs here on my blog, as I don’t want  my spiritually enclined but non-religious visitors to be irritated by them. Some other visitors might be irritated even by the very topic of NDEs, because they never had yet any such experience themselves and assume they cannot be true… But then this entire blog will probably be equally irritating for them, for most of the topics pertaining to the Spiritual Reality behind everything will seem an illusion to them… instead of the other way around!!!*LOL* It’s all so amusing, really!…

So, I thoroughly enjoyed myself  for hours (the whole day in fact) reading or watching all those wonderful NDE stories by all those human beings, atheists included, starting to awaken to the Divine Presence in their lives and in that ‘Beyond’ where they began to see they also lived. Through all these diverse direct experiences of what That is, I thought, will for sure gradually grow a mutual understanding and acceptance of each other’s inclinations and preferences, regarding even those so diverse perceptions of the Spirit, the One Reality that encompasses All and Is All There Is. Human Unity will never be based on the Uniformity our mind tries to impose, but on the utter Diversity that expresses all the possible ways of Being of the Divine we all are and together manifest.

As far as I know, on that day I haven’t been at any point anywhere close to Near Death, but all the same, what a blissful, soulful experience I have myself had through all those other souls’ varied but delightful experiences… Considering all those life-changing wonderful yet all unique stories, I felt it was as if every soul was given a chance to taste Honey in its very Essence of Sweetness and utter Delight, straight from the Original Honeycomb, and also in every possible form it can take; even those souls that still insist on tasting it only from the pots of a specific brand were allowed to do so, for as long as this was what they wanted. As for myself, I was happily tasting the honey out of every pot, enjoying the various brands with each a slightly different flavor to the honey, depending from which flowers that honey had been made… and yet I could perceive and recognize and enjoy the Essential Honey at the core of every single one of them. Aum…  Screen-shot-2013-04-12-at-8.27.25-AM

“And what is the end of the whole matter? As if honey could taste itself and all its drops together and all its drops could taste each other and each the whole honeycomb as itself, so should the end be with God and the soul of man and the universe.” (Sri Aurobindo, ‘Thoughts & Glimpses’)

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