possibility to see this immense being, and I saw in the suspended vault through the casting of my eyes, a little hole, the space of a pastille, and I approached myself from the magic of the vision and saw that it was me, the representation of my place in this being. I perceived by the mute language of the subtle knowledge the meaning of the sentences that were addressed to me : – “You are this part of this being, you are the one who has two legs and who can walk on the earth, you are the one who has the mission to realize what we did not totally accomplish from the time of our last incarnation, you are the one to realize it, you have this life for it.” I contemplated and was flooded still some long time in this so alive and subtle substance of the sense, which progressively fluidified itself then opacified itself for disappearing finally, allowing the rising dawn to people itself of the first sounds of human voices still far away from my being filled with Real.
Ah yes, to walk, this I know, but to accomplish what was not realized before, it could give a meaning to the walking, to the errance, it is true. At least I would have learned something, that is that we can wander through the world knowing well why we wander, yet, it does not stop us of wandering !
Well, then let’s wander !
This taste of childhood, this taste of incomprehension of the world, this so powerful taste which is there so present, as a regard which looks for itself, it is true, a little bit desperately to find in this world of things and beings a meaning, a secret and intimate complicity which would be a Light that would limn the few young pages of an already such blurred life. It is there, it is so much smiling in the trivial of the days which are going by without an answer really ? Ah if, a light finally, something that has at least an echo and a meaning in the profound secret of the being, some signs, hieroglyphs-discoveries of the worlds to come. This joy which invades myself to see there, incarnated, those magical forces to come; they are there, getting born and rich of their promises, in their own “typographied” light, those marvellous letters which “originate” themselves in the Alpha of the worlds of the Knowledge.
Finally a connection, a link, a space of openness with the world, reduced from an errance of emptiness, this joy which floods this already suffering so impregnated of solitude, not to be anymore so lonely really, this hold hand which is the Word, so fill of the Sense. Could the meaning of our errance be explained like that ? … Thirst, thirst, thirst to finally absorb this so full and alive magic, this magic which can take shape and receive light, white and black magic of writings revealing the secret meaning of thoughts and the worlds laws. Would that have the power to stop Errance, this peregrine companion so already present maybe even before being, before being born ?...