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Did you know that ants raise aphids in order to ‘milk’ them to harvest honeydew, just like we milk cattle.They are formidable fighters and defend their flock to the death(they squirt formic acid, they bite, stab, scratch – they’ll even pull your hair).To beat aphids, you first have to beat the ants’ system.To fight against the temptation to find fault, you first have to beat your own way of thinking.I’ve found a whole ant-hill I didn’t know was there, much too close for comfort, that I’m helping to clear out. Victory
It’s true that I’ve no apples this year, but at least my apple trees are still alive, and most of all, all the aphids are gone!... Unless it’s just because we’re in winter right now (gulp!).P.S: Billy-Bob, after having been unemployed for years, has just found himself a casual job.I have the strangest feeling that having ‘blessed’ (spoken well of) him has something to do with it...Who knows... (?) "
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string(11503) "A simple guyI was just a simple guy, one of those you see everyday in the street …Nothing really special…I’ve done stupid things, nothing terrible though, and not more often thananyone else, a pretty normal guy in the end…(I haven’t led a gang or killedanybody, sorry!)My parents held a small drinks shop (coke, beer, wine…)and I sometimes worked there after school.I probably could have taken it over and had a settled life, as ordinary as it gets…But I was lacking something deeper, something that I could feel in my guts; something that would taste true … Discovering an incredible treasure!One day, at school, I was involved in an old paper collection.I went into this particular house that had some kind of Greek columns in the entrance.What I wasn’t aware of was that the family that lived there, (and that I didn’t even know) had been praying for me regularly. When I walked into that house, I couldn’t believe it: someone was crazy enough to be throwing away a whacking great pile of comics!Those comics were called “Tournesol” (Sunflower). I started to read them and something hit me pretty fast:– They’re talking about God!God …? I knew it was something people talked about in those houses with a steeple on top and that are always closed, some thing for religious people or for a sect, but I couldn’t understand why on earth someone would be talking about God in a comic book (!?!)Then I felt a soft voice, tinged with peace, in my thoughts, telling me,– Read on, it’s for your own good. Day after day I literally devoured those comics that spoke of the Gospel and of Jesus Christ’s tremendous and incredible love for me.God himself was there in my room (he’s everywhere, actually) … and I told him:– I give you my life … I know it’s not much … but I’m giving it to you.Ever since that day, my life has never been the same …New dimensions, a parallel world …I bought myself a small Bible and started discovering God as a friend.I would spend hours seeking him … And discovering new dimensions and experiencing incredible stuff!So that’s how in 1989, my existence took a turn for the better, I discovered a deeper sense of life; I was 15.That was the beginning of a life of adventure, (I’m not exaggerating!) that I can’t even start to describe now.Maybe next time …Alain gets started with comics … Alone, with nothing…On day, as I was attending a youth meeting, the speaker called out:– We all have talents – …. who wants to serve God with theirs? If you do, stand up! I was at the back of the room, thinking.I honestly didn’t believe I had any particular talent, except maybe a collection of bad marks at school …I had no training and no job… That night, I was one of the only ones that stood up and I told God:– Lord, I can’t do a thing … I have nothing, but I give it to you … you do something with it… At the end of the meeting, the speaker (he had spotted me earlier) asked me:– So, what’s your talent?- I don’t know, I have nothing special … I draw a little in my maths notebooks… maybe I could get into comics …- So that’s your gift? Ok, let’s pray!- Huh? Umm, er, sure, ok!” I didn’t want to spoil his evening. FireI wanted to share with everyone what I had discovered, what had filled my life.I wanted to spread happiness and hope in other people’s lives.So I started drawing like a madman, every evening, sometimes even all night long.I got into Arts School (that was really hard for me, I wasn’t really gifted).And I graduated 5 years and a half later with a graphic designer degree. Straight down from heaven! My wife and I then decided it was time I dedicated myself to fulltime drawing.At first, I started with working for several newspapers… But the more I drew, the lower the bank account went. Nevertheless, we knew we owed something to people. What I was doing was important and would meet a true need, because nothing similar to this had ever existed…We both agreed not to talk about our financial issues with our friends and family, but only with God. Alone before an empty fridgeOne morning, I opened the fridge and found it nearly empty, and I suddenly became afraid:– Am I nuts? … Can God really intervene and feed us?I spent the whole day worrying. Fortunately, that evening, I ran into this verse in the Bible: Matthew 6:31-33: “So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall wedrink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.” (NIV) So I asked God to forgive me for worrying, and I thanked him for the food that would be provided for the following day. And I fell asleep peacefully.The next morning, an old man was at the door, his arms filled with supplies.For the seven years that followed, God literally fed us!I could give you so many more examples but … let’s carry on with our story. Discouragement …I was two months away from finishing my first comic book and suddenly, I just wanted to give it all up.True, we’d never lacked food, but with my worn-out shoes, my torn trousers and my army coat, (it did keep me nice and warm!) I probably looked like a tramp.I felt the weight on my shoulders of “what others must think”.People around us were going on holidays, owned one or even two cars, had a TV, bought whatever they wanted….whereas, I went back to the shop to return empty bottles hoping to collect a few coins.And as if that wasn’t enough, Eliane and I were going through a rough time in our marriage.Even though I kept on going to church on a regular basis, I just didn’t feel like praying anymore. Mister the devil …One day as I was wandering in the forest, “mister the devil” who felt “concerned” by my situation started to make me think:– Let go of all that, leave your wife, your drawings, your God. You’re a lousy Christian anyway.(As if letting go of God was going to solve anything!)I could have let it all go indeed, but not Jesus. Through the years, our friendship had become what I treasure the most. So I said to myself:– #*@ !! That’s enough! This has GOT to change in my head! I will pray till I find my inner peace again. God came the very moment I made that resolution. I felt his peace in me once again.At the same period, three or four people I barely knew came to see me and told me they felt called with a mission to pray for five people in the country, and that I was one of them (???!!!) It sounded like a joke… The phone callAround the same time, the phone rang, and somebody I didn’t know started to tell me this strange story:– Sir, you don’t know me, but I’ve had a vision of you speaking to thousands of young people … What can I do for you?I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and stammered:–Well, ummm, I don’t know … What’s your job?– I manage an American firm.– Hah! Well if that’s the case … Could you lend me US $ 16 500 so I can printmy new book?– I’ll get back to you in a few days … He called back a few days later, and said ok.My first book, “Idées recues 1” (available in English as Conventional Wisdom) was self-edited and quickly became a success.It was followed by “Marcel”, “Robi” (also available in English), “Idées reçues 2”, “Willy Grunch” (which won three awards at the International Christian Contest in Albuquerque), “Les vacances de Marcel” and “Idées recues 3”. I received three times the first prize at the International Christian Comic Book Festival, in Angoulême, France. (The biggest festival of its kind in Europe).Today, more than 100 000 books have been sold in Europe.Some books have been published in China, in the USA and in several other countries that I could never have even dreamt of… However, I know very well that there are artists much more talented than me. I regularly receive numerous messages from people who were deeply moved and born again testimonies – and that touches me strongly.Finally, in 2013, MOONDOG ANIMATION studios released five teasers of a TV series adaptation of my comic “Willy Grunch”, in view for it to be sold to major TV networks with a potential to reach millions of people.All this happened to a guy without talent who stood up for Jesus.I’m just a simple guy, nothing special, but my Friend is great … Load in PDF:Alain Auderset testimonyIn French,In Deutch,In Spanish."
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I was at the back of the room, thinking.I honestly didn’t believe I had any particular talent, except maybe a collection of bad marks at school …I had no training and no job… That night, I was one of the only ones that stood up and I told God:– Lord, I can’t do a thing … I have nothing, but I give it to you … you do something with it… At the end of the meeting, the speaker (he had spotted me earlier) asked me:– So, what’s your talent?- I don’t know, I have nothing special … I draw a little in my maths notebooks… maybe I could get into comics …- So that’s your gift? Ok, let’s pray!- Huh? Umm, er, sure, ok!” I didn’t want to spoil his evening. 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Alone before an empty fridgeOne morning, I opened the fridge and found it nearly empty, and I suddenly became afraid:– Am I nuts? … Can God really intervene and feed us?I spent the whole day worrying. Fortunately, that evening, I ran into this verse in the Bible: Matthew 6:31-33: “So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall wedrink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.” (NIV) So I asked God to forgive me for worrying, and I thanked him for the food that would be provided for the following day. And I fell asleep peacefully.The next morning, an old man was at the door, his arms filled with supplies.For the seven years that followed, God literally fed us!I could give you so many more examples but … let’s carry on with our story. Discouragement …I was two months away from finishing my first comic book and suddenly, I just wanted to give it all up.True, we’d never lacked food, but with my worn-out shoes, my torn trousers and my army coat, (it did keep me nice and warm!) I probably looked like a tramp.I felt the weight on my shoulders of “what others must think”.People around us were going on holidays, owned one or even two cars, had a TV, bought whatever they wanted….whereas, I went back to the shop to return empty bottles hoping to collect a few coins.And as if that wasn’t enough, Eliane and I were going through a rough time in our marriage.Even though I kept on going to church on a regular basis, I just didn’t feel like praying anymore. Mister the devil …One day as I was wandering in the forest, “mister the devil” who felt “concerned” by my situation started to make me think:– Let go of all that, leave your wife, your drawings, your God. You’re a lousy Christian anyway.(As if letting go of God was going to solve anything!)I could have let it all go indeed, but not Jesus. Through the years, our friendship had become what I treasure the most. So I said to myself:– #*@ !! That’s enough! This has GOT to change in my head! I will pray till I find my inner peace again. God came the very moment I made that resolution. I felt his peace in me once again.At the same period, three or four people I barely knew came to see me and told me they felt called with a mission to pray for five people in the country, and that I was one of them (???!!!) It sounded like a joke… The phone callAround the same time, the phone rang, and somebody I didn’t know started to tell me this strange story:– Sir, you don’t know me, but I’ve had a vision of you speaking to thousands of young people … What can I do for you?I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and stammered:–Well, ummm, I don’t know … What’s your job?– I manage an American firm.– Hah! Well if that’s the case … Could you lend me US $ 16 500 so I can printmy new book?– I’ll get back to you in a few days … He called back a few days later, and said ok.My first book, “Idées recues 1” (available in English as Conventional Wisdom) was self-edited and quickly became a success.It was followed by “Marcel”, “Robi” (also available in English), “Idées reçues 2”, “Willy Grunch” (which won three awards at the International Christian Contest in Albuquerque), “Les vacances de Marcel” and “Idées recues 3”. I received three times the first prize at the International Christian Comic Book Festival, in Angoulême, France. (The biggest festival of its kind in Europe).Today, more than 100 000 books have been sold in Europe.Some books have been published in China, in the USA and in several other countries that I could never have even dreamt of… However, I know very well that there are artists much more talented than me. 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‘Auderset in his combat gear, ready to battle the accursed aphids’ The war of the accursed aphidsArmies of aphids have appeared on the little apple trees I’ve planted just in front of my studio! They suck the life blood from the trees – so it’s goodbye to any fruit! In the end, it’s a death sentence for the tree! Armed with a few half-baked solutions, I sprayed them with a black olive soap spray! I could have sworn I heard them laughing! – Thanks for the wash and set, Mr. S. Tupid!(it’s a little nickname they’ve given me... ahh, they’re real jokers these aphids!) Not only have they multiplied (are aphids some sort of aphrodisiac!?),but they’ve even got onto my house plants!! Arrggh! Is this some sort of curse!? I escaped into the forest to talk about it with God: – Hey God, what do you think about all this!?... you wouldn’t by any chance be trying to tell me something, would you?A crystal-clear thought came suddenly to me: – These aphids represent criticisms. – ?!?...The silence in my head was followed by a tidal wave of doubts and interrogations.... – Forgive me God, I’m sorry. It’s true that I often ‘notice’ faults in others....* To notice: hypocrite’s term for ‘to criticize’ Real-life applicationI’m in a meeting with a couple of friends (we’re busy drawing up plans to conquer the world). – What about you, Alain, what do you think of Billy-Bob?(that’s not his real name... I’m not crazy – the guy’s a pumped-up WWE wrestler who’s escaped from an asylum for the thin-skinned!)Billy-Bob... there are so many criticisms you could level at him, so much to get your teeth into that you could make a four course meal out of it !However, I think back to my conversation in the forest... and I stick to pointing out all his positive character traits.(Actually, there are lots of them!!!)At just that instant, I felt a positive, strengthening force pass through me(Wow! It could only be my friend the Holy Spirit, giving me a hand)My small audience, which had been looking forward to tucking into a delicious dish of gossip with double cheese (Billy-Bob) suddenly found it had lost its appetite, they were left speechless, and then touched. An atmosphere of peaceSara and Valérie (my former secretaries, members of my inner circle) blurt out at the same time: – ‘the really nice thing about you is that you always see the best in people’ (it’s not true, but it’s nice to hear).And at the same time, they feel good too, because if a target as tempting as Billy-Bob is spared criticism, subconsciously they know that nobody will be talking about them behind their backs either...A question:Why shouldn’t someone who criticizes another person in front of you do exactly the same to you as soon as you’re out of earshot?You’ll be their next victim. Total war
(best read with ‘the Eye of the Tiger’ on in the background Dhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?
Soon!
Marcel back in the autumn 2014, with volume 3!
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A simple guyI was just a simple guy, one of those you see everyday in the street …Nothing really special…I’ve done stupid things, nothing terrible though, and not more often thananyone else, a pretty normal guy in the end…(I haven’t led a gang or killedanybody, sorry!)My parents held a small drinks shop (coke, beer, wine…)and I sometimes worked there after school.I probably could have taken it over and had a settled life, as ordinary as it gets…But I was lacking something deeper, something that I could feel in my guts; something that would taste true … Discovering an incredible treasure!One day, at school, I was involved in an old paper collection.I went into this particular house that had some kind of Greek columns in the entrance.What I wasn’t aware of was that the family that lived there, (and that I didn’t even know) had been praying for me regularly. When I walked into that house, I couldn’t believe it: someone was crazy enough to be throwing away a whacking great pile of comics!Those comics were called “Tournesol” (Sunflower). I started to read them and something hit me pretty fast:– They’re talking about God!God …? I knew it was something people talked about in those houses with a steeple on top and that are always closed, some thing for religious people or for a sect, but I couldn’t understand why on earth someone would be talking about God in a comic book (!?!)Then I felt a soft voice, tinged with peace, in my thoughts, telling me,– Read on, it’s for your own good. Day after day I literally devoured those comics that spoke of the Gospel and of Jesus Christ’s tremendous and incredible love for me.God himself was there in my room (he’s everywhere, actually) … and I told him:– I give you my life … I know it’s not much … but I’m giving it to you.Ever since that day, my life has never been the same …New dimensions, a parallel world …I bought myself a small Bible and started discovering God as a friend.I would spend hours seeking him … And discovering new dimensions and experiencing incredible stuff!So that’s how in 1989, my existence took a turn for the better, I discovered a deeper sense of life; I was 15.That was the beginning of a life of adventure, (I’m not exaggerating!) that I can’t even start to describe now.Maybe next time …Alain gets started with comics … Alone, with nothing…On day, as I was attending a youth meeting, the speaker called out:– We all have talents - …. who wants to serve God with theirs? If you do, stand up! I was at the back of the room, thinking.I honestly didn’t believe I had any particular talent, except maybe a collection of bad marks at school …I had no training and no job… That night, I was one of the only ones that stood up and I told God:– Lord, I can’t do a thing … I have nothing, but I give it to you … you do something with it… At the end of the meeting, the speaker (he had spotted me earlier) asked me:– So, what’s your talent?- I don’t know, I have nothing special … I draw a little in my maths notebooks… maybe I could get into comics …- So that’s your gift? Ok, let’s pray!- Huh? Umm, er, sure, ok!” I didn’t want to spoil his evening. FireI wanted to share with everyone what I had discovered, what had filled my life.I wanted to spread happiness and hope in other people’s lives.So I started drawing like a madman, every evening, sometimes even all night long.I got into Arts School (that was really hard for me, I wasn’t really gifted).And I graduated 5 years and a half later with a graphic designer degree. Straight down from heaven! My wife and I then decided it was time I dedicated myself to fulltime drawing.At first, I started with working for several newspapers… But the more I drew, the lower the bank account went. Nevertheless, we knew we owed something to people. What I was doing was important and would meet a true need, because nothing similar to this had ever existed…We both agreed not to talk about our financial issues with our friends and family, but only with God. Alone before an empty fridgeOne morning, I opened the fridge and found it nearly empty, and I suddenly became afraid:– Am I nuts? … Can God really intervene and feed us?I spent the whole day worrying. Fortunately, that evening, I ran into this verse in the Bible: Matthew 6:31-33: “So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall wedrink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.” (NIV) So I asked God to forgive me for worrying, and I thanked him for the food that would be provided for the following day. And I fell asleep peacefully.The next morning, an old man was at the door, his arms filled with supplies.For the seven years that followed, God literally fed us!I could give you so many more examples but … let’s carry on with our story. Discouragement …I was two months away from finishing my first comic book and suddenly, I just wanted to give it all up.True, we’d never lacked food, but with my worn-out shoes, my torn trousers and my army coat, (it did keep me nice and warm!) I probably looked like a tramp.I felt the weight on my shoulders of “what others must think”.People around us were going on holidays, owned one or even two cars, had a TV, bought whatever they wanted….whereas, I went back to the shop to return empty bottles hoping to collect a few coins.And as if that wasn’t enough, Eliane and I were going through a rough time in our marriage.Even though I kept on going to church on a regular basis, I just didn’t feel like praying anymore. Mister the devil …One day as I was wandering in the forest, “mister the devil” who felt “concerned” by my situation started to make me think:– Let go of all that, leave your wife, your drawings, your God. You’re a lousy Christian anyway.(As if letting go of God was going to solve anything!)I could have let it all go indeed, but not Jesus. Through the years, our friendship had become what I treasure the most. So I said to myself:– #*@ !! That’s enough! This has GOT to change in my head! I will pray till I find my inner peace again. God came the very moment I made that resolution. I felt his peace in me once again.At the same period, three or four people I barely knew came to see me and told me they felt called with a mission to pray for five people in the country, and that I was one of them (???!!!) It sounded like a joke… The phone callAround the same time, the phone rang, and somebody I didn’t know started to tell me this strange story:– Sir, you don’t know me, but I’ve had a vision of you speaking to thousands of young people … What can I do for you?I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and stammered:–Well, ummm, I don’t know … What’s your job?– I manage an American firm.– Hah! Well if that’s the case … Could you lend me US $ 16 500 so I can printmy new book?– I’ll get back to you in a few days … He called back a few days later, and said ok.My first book, “Idées recues 1” (available in English as Conventional Wisdom) was self-edited and quickly became a success.It was followed by “Marcel”, “Robi” (also available in English), “Idées reçues 2”, “Willy Grunch” (which won three awards at the International Christian Contest in Albuquerque), “Les vacances de Marcel” and “Idées recues 3”. I received three times the first prize at the International Christian Comic Book Festival, in Angoulême, France. (The biggest festival of its kind in Europe).Today, more than 100 000 books have been sold in Europe.Some books have been published in China, in the USA and in several other countries that I could never have even dreamt of… However, I know very well that there are artists much more talented than me. I regularly receive numerous messages from people who were deeply moved and born again testimonies - and that touches me strongly.Finally, in 2013, MOONDOG ANIMATION studios released five teasers of a TV series adaptation of my comic “Willy Grunch”, in view for it to be sold to major TV networks with a potential to reach millions of people.All this happened to a guy without talent who stood up for Jesus.I’m just a simple guy, nothing special, but my Friend is great … Load in PDF:Alain Auderset testimony In French,In Deutsch,In Spanisch."
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