Perception: Change

You get what you measure 

You measure what you can define 

You define what you perceive 

What you perceive depend on your senses 

Your senses are inherited 

Inherited from evolution and for survival purpose. 

(because) Survival is the strongest instinct of all…

Then to change you must prepare to let go the past 

To change you must die 

Die and reborn inherent to every culture’s story of transformation, elevation, baptism. 

However, dying is not natural to the living,

Your mind will fight your monster 

Your analytic will fight your analog 

Your divine will fight your demon 

Your eternal will fight your ephemeral

It can’t be taught nor learnt. It is only lived 

Your greatest fight of all time…

How many times will you survive yourself

How many times will you outlive yourself 

Die and reborn, live and die 

The story of all living…and dead: change. 

PS: Rien ne se perd, rien ne se crée…

Perception: Inertia

Our perception of time is independent of the time itself 

That’s would be a base for a relativity theory for dummies:

One minute with your loved one is distorted compared to the same minute with hands on a hot plate. 

Time stays the same though.

If our perception changes (accelerates) enough, one second can become eternity and a whole life can be seen in a split of second (Near death experience survivors told us) 

What if death is just about staying locked in eternity in this one infinitesimal instant? 

The one that starts with your whole life flashing before your eyes in one second? Unfortunately those who stayed locked in can’t come back and tell. 

Don’t strive for eternity, it is coming to you and remember death is an angel (hence a friendly face). 

Au revoir

Un mot que je ne sais pas dire.

Je préfère “à toute à l’heure”.

Demain n’est jamais loin de toutes façons.

Au revoir c’est un peu un Adieu

Entrevoir la possibilité de ne plus revoir

C’est aussi prendre acte de la distance

Or, pour qui a sondé la distance de l’au-delà

La distance spatiale est un jeu d’enfant.

Bien sûr ceux qui comptent savent que je ne dirai pas Au revoir

Je partirai après un regard, un faux sourire

Je ne regarderai pas derrière moi.

(Parce que) Vous êtes dans mon cœur.

Et si par hasard vous retrouvez  cette enveloppe, vide, n’oubliez pas d’allumer le grand feu.

À toute à l’heure.

Théotokos (Mère de Dieu)

 

J’ai d’abord eu peur

Ce fameux matin de CP1

Quoi de mieux que la peur afin qu’un verset, une incantation vous marque à vie?

Ensuite j’ai douté

Je me suis révolté comme d’habitude

Puis J’ai réfléchi

J’ai essayé de comprendre

Puis j’ai compris grâce à un musulman qui encourage la conversation plus que les conversions entre religions.

J’ai compris que Jésus était Dieu parce que quand la goute d’eau tombe dans la mer, elle devient la mer. (In le sage de Bandiagara)

Merci le vieux peul Hampaté Ba.

La mère de Dieu était donc désormais une évidence…

J’aurais pu ensuite oublier

Puis un jour un frère d’une autre mère  m’a dit “je vais à Lourdes…tu as une commission?”

Bien-sûr qu’il savait que j’en avais

J’ai envoyé une lettre

Deux ans plus tard

Je suis venu

J’ai vu

Je suis convaincu

De l’efficacité de l’intercession de la mère de Dieu.

Je reviendrai chaque année, comme promis.

C’est facile d’ailleurs j’aime les montagnes.

Alors Je ne viendrai pas seul…

Thanks Mother Mary

A rebel soul is coming Home 

Alone

Not long ago I told you about the walk of faith, however what I didn’t tell and that usually they never tell you is:

 On the walk of faith, you walk alone.

Once you take that leap

The moment you step on that glass

All communications go off

Whatever happens

You are on your own

Of course you can still pray, but I doubt you will feel her presence…she is waiting on the other side…

…until then be strong and resilient: You are on your own.

Always remember: you cannot carry a cross in company. Though a vast crowd surrounds a man, his cross is his alone and his carrying of it marks him as a man apart. – A.W. Tozer in The Saint Must Walk Alone

Life and pride

If you stand for nothing, you will die for anything.

I say nothing is worth intrinsically dying for, for value is subjective just like price. 

Firstly Death is nothing to strive for because it will always be there waiting at the end of the road sooner or later! 

What you choose to stand for and die for only indicates the price tag you put on your own life. 

It’s your price. It’s your pride.

Who are you to judge mine: “rien ne vaut la vie”. 

Gone

Têlê,

N’tin, 

Tchangana,

Abba, 

Pangos,

You probably never saw my tears.

But now that you can see through me

Hope you see what I hide deep inside

Hope you can see that deep and huge void

Where winds of untold words, unravelled feelings blow night and day

You are missed; I wish I were a better son, grandson, and friend…

I can hear you whispering in my silences.

I see you in my dreams

I feel your love around as I stand still

Still, even today, I wonder how you could love somebody like me.

Then I smile, shake my head, and I know I never walk alone.

Yet I am supposed to fly on without my wingman.

RIP.

 

Fear

Sometimes I would overhear people saying “This guy is courageous, he fears nothing!” and invariably I would think of somebody I know very well: Me. 

Well, I feel fear all the time. 

Fear of failure

Fear to disappoint 

Fear of rejection 

Fear of loosing out 

Fear of defeat 

..and so on; I know many of fear’s hideous faces. The fact is that I don’t like them, and any time I see (feel) one, I will get angry:

Angry for feeling fear 

Angry for being weak 

Angry for not being able to fly (that high) 

The beautiful fact about anger is that it overruns the place, then pushes you forward. 

Now you see cowardice dressed in anger’s clothes. 

Abracadabra: They call it Courage.

Idjidja!

…parce que tant qu’une idée n’a pas connu l’épreuve de la désapprobation et la risée de la masse elle ne saurait si elle est forte.

…parce que le changement ne vient qu’en dissonance et la masse n’aime pas les dissonances.

…parce que l’histoire est écrite par ceux qui ont transgressés les lois et les sagesses établies.

I stand with Outliers

When you are down in the dark, I would like to be that little voice echoing “hold on tight”.

When all hell breaks loose I want to be the guy behind you getting your back.

When even your old friends turn against you I would like to stand with you.

Take the lead, take the leap.

Ps: En soutien à Florent Amany…la vérité rougit les yeux mais ne les cassent pas. Hold on Bro.

 

Apostles

We do not think with words 

We use words to convey our thinkings 

We can think of things and still be wordless to express those thinkings.

So when minds connect, people understand each other in their own words, the language they understand best. 

The miracle of the apostles explained.