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Author’s note : Usually you don’t tell a true story until it’s finished... Except that this one is unfolding right now! I am in close contact with those who are living it and am going to try to convey it to you as faithfully as possible.

    The goblins are let out It all starts in Belgium, in a little town near Charleroi. Sandra (a mum like so many others) joins the band of parents spread out in a circle around the railings at the school exit.Suddenly the polite silence of the adults is broken by shrill cries: at that moment all the vacant looks turn towards the same point: the school. Indeed, as soon as the bell marks the end of the school day, an army of mindless little gnomes, free at last to express themselves, smash open the exit doors of the school building in a massive clamour of relief. Like a tidal wave, they burst forth in their bright colours into the empty, grey space of the school yard to land, in a great surge of affection, in the arms of their parents. Gloria, Sandra’s little girl, wants to introduce her new best friend Eva to her mother, and that is, quite naturally, how their two mums first meet. The connection The chat between the two women on the way home is so nice that it, quite naturally, becomes the basis for a daily get-together. They get to know each other and bit by bit become friends. Véronique, Eva’s mum, really likes reading, so Sandra passes on to her the book ‘Date in the Forest’. Potted history of the Berty family: Taking control Just like her husband Alex, Véronique is the survivor of a dysfunctional family. Abuse and the absence of a father (whether it be emotional or physical) leave a bitter taste in people’s lives. A taste that they would rather do without, and never reproduce. But to achieve that, they have to take control of their lives rather than put up with a hereditary curse. Véro gorges herself in books on self-realisation and drags her family along with her. The couple campaign for a healthy, ecological, vegetarian and moral life. They cling as best they can to recipes taken from here and there, while feeling guilty that they never really attain it. And as people tend to criticise everyone else for the things that they condemn the most in themselves, without even realising it, the Bertys have become merciless know-it-alls, seeking to convince themselves as well as those around them and believing that they are in this way contributing to saving our chaotic society (quite honestly, if everyone was like us, things would be much better, wouldn’t they?)… Levels of initiation Their commitment is exemplary but a little something is still missing… Their thirst for fulfilment has exposed an emptiness which increases as they try to fill it. The boundary with esotericism is very thin and, if you don’t pay close attention, you can easily slip through without even realising. Véro, followed timidly by Alex, tries out all kinds of attractive novelties (reiki, lithotherapy, etc.). Seeking the spiritual in stones to protect themselves from bad vibes, people, computers, the past … and finding energies capable of moving the pendulum and the Oracle cards! The origin of these forces is the ‘Universe’ (can’t be vaguer than that!), ‘people’ say that it’s positive and that’s enough not to do any more soul-searching (as it works…). Véro has the feeling of having under her control a power that gives her importance and of having at her disposal an answer to satisfy the buried expectations of her soul. But, in parallel, a kind of uneasiness sets in little by little (must get into it more deeply, that must be the reason…). So the Bertys free their chakras, consult all kinds of ‘specialists’: masters in guided meditation, mediums, kinesiologists, cleaners of cellular memories and even their animal totem (a snake!) to try to discover what they still lack

* not their real name…

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 To be followed next week...
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The incredible date of the family Berty* (part 1/4)

Author’s note : Usually you don’t tell a true story until it’s finished… …Except that this one is unfolding right now! I am in close contact with those who are living it and am going to try to convey it to you … More… More…

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The den of demons

Along with ‘my’ band, I’ve ventured onto the home turf of an alternative rock festival. It’s stuffed full of black banners displaying the anarchist symbol, death’s heads and other joys...
In the audience, a rather unpleasant-looking demon with a goat’s head is staring at me. Calm and collected, he is in the middle of a golden pentagram.  Cabalistic letters dripping with blood seem to circle him... Ah! My mistake, it’s just the design on his t-shirt!
The guy wearing this is decked out in metal chains that dangle right down to the ground and ripped pants (he must have bought them on Black Friday).
Despite that, he seems very nice (more so than many suited and booted individuals I’ve come across in more respectable places...).

The rocker’s prayer

The dark side of the force of the unseen world signals its presence in a very visible way on the human standard bearers who are slaves to their impossible dreams of freedom. Blinded by the fleeting lights of a stage at night, they’ve forgotten their ruthless masters and their own misery to the point they deny they even exist.
My blood boils, I can’t just leave them to their fate. Back stage, my soul seeks a closer connection with God, looks to Him to strengthen my right hand. One sigh from Him, and Hell will be on its knees. I fire up my distortion pedal, I tune my heart... I sense the prayers of an entire army behind us (maybe it’s you!).
I can’t wait to do battle, to throw myself into the fight with riff after riff.

Divine intervention

The warriors with me, I mean... the musicians, are ready for the off too. The group currently on stage start their last song glorifying sexual infidelity in a thousand different positions, each more depraved than the last…
Just after that, it’ll be our turn!!!
Our first songs are happy ones. In the audience, a group of young people, warned on my social media posts that I’d be there, are having a party. They’re easy to recognize: they look normal!).
When Lilou, our beautiful vocalist (and my wife), introduces a solemn song, God intervenes:
– This song is a prayer...

To say that God is always there is terribly clichéd in our churches, which are stuffed to the gills with the truth, but here... these words are like a thunderbolt! The thicker the shadows, the more even the dimmest light stands out.
Like a solemn appeal, a crystal-clear guitar solo rings out, suddenly piercing the quiet night air. There is real significance in that moment.
Our performance was greatly appreciated by the event organizers. All the bands in attendance (even though they were better-known than us) had a 5 minute interview on an independent radio station (a bit pro-anarchist). We, on the other hand, got to talk for half an hour on air.

There’s nothing special about shining your light amidst all the other lights.

However, the darker the shadows, the more helpful even the tiniest light."
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The rocker’s prayer

The den of demons Along with ‘my’ band, I’ve ventured onto the home turf of an alternative rock festival. It’s stuffed full of black banners displaying the anarchist symbol, death’s heads and other joys… In the audience, a rather unpleasant-looking … More… More…

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Dad's glory (story taken from Date in the forest 1)


My little Benjamin and I, (who’s getting less little by the day, actually) love spending quality time together.
I’m fascinated by his world: Did you know that the best armor is forged in dragon scales? (and that the dragon always has a few gold coins on him – weird, isn’t it?) Well, rest assured, the dragon in question is not one of his class’s teachers but is in a game...(But you never know, perhaps I’ll come across one some day…) 

Beneath the stars

We also like having cartoon-watching evenings – just the two of us - it’s so awesome to huddle up on the sofa with a world-exclusive home-made shake and plenty of snacks (the unhealthier the better!)
We have filled our heads with dreams watching Japanese animations, then laughed out loud at others, but also lost ourselves in our very own philosophical reflections. We often recall the best of these moments when we’re lying on our backs, staring at the imaginary stars on the ceiling! It’s like we’ve been through all sorts of adventures together.
I love my son, and I feel so lucky to be able to spend this time with him. Every time I see him, it makes me so happy, in fact, I’m his number one fan … And God, it’s a bit the same with you...

My first “Oscar”

This evening I show all of my little family the cartoons that I am ‘author’ of. (OK, it’s mainly the Moondog Animation studio that made them, but never mind...)
I see something in my child’s eyes that shines brighter than any medal of honour of the greats of this world: he is proud of me…
The reflection of the cartoon in his eyes is so much more beautiful than all the HD screens. In my father heart the jackpot signs lit up!
This is what God (our heavenly Father) must feel when we are proud of Him.

Your Father likes being with you…

 

Now, three years later, this cartoon has been watched on facebook over 36 millions times.

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Dad’s Glory

  Dad’s glory (story taken from Date in the forest 1) My little Benjamin and I, (who’s getting less little by the day, actually) love spending quality time together. I’m fascinated by his world: Did you know that the best … More… More…

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  string(7044) "Mais allo quoi ?!
C'est lundi matin, et comme à mon habitude avant de me plonger dans la mêlée d'une journée de travail intense, je passe d'abord dans la quiétude de la forêt, 
(ils n'ont pas encore branché de fax sur les arbres, c'est pour ça !).

Je parle de différents trucs avec Dieu et aussi parfois pour qu'Il me guide dans mon travail. Mais apparemment aujourd'hui mon cerveau n'est pas au courant de mes belles résolutions... En effet, des tas de pensées hors sujets, (une rencontre de famille, le film d'hier soir, un papillon) me coupent constamment la parole. Au point que parfois, je ne me rappelle même pas du début de ma propre phrase. 
- Halala! Quel piètre interlocuteur je fais... Désolé Seigneur.

Et prout la poésie ! 
Une légère vapeur s'élève du sol. L'air est doux. Un rayon de soleil ayant réussi à se faufiler dans l'abondance des feuillus me caresse chaleureusement la joue. D'un seul coup, toute la multitude des feuilles de la forêt se met à chuchoter un chant à l'unisson, obéissant au doigt et à l'oeil au signal de départ précis d'un chef d’orchestre invisible qui n'est d'autre que le vent. Les feuilles sont parées de perles d’eau qui étincellent soudainement au contact de la lumière, (comme le ferait la nitro dans les mains d'un gars atteint de Parkinson). Je ne saisis pas toutes les dimensions subtiles de l'hymne de ces feuilles, mais néanmoins j'en perçois vaguement la splendeur (bon, certaines d'entre elles postillonnent un peu). 

Allo ?
Quoi qu'il en soit ce vent a d’un coup balayé mes neurones encombrées par la culpabilité pour mettre à jour une idée nouvelle: 
Et si ce qui me déconcentre était une tentative désespérée de mon Interlocuteur pour me répondre...? Ha ! Ha ! Ha ! Ça me semble d'un farfelu... mais ok, essayons: je me tais (ce qui est déjà un exploit en soi) et voilà la première pensée qui me vient à l'esprit:

- Tu as une histoire pertinente de Willy Grunch qui fait 5 pages (c'est d’ailleurs à ce moment-même, la seule histoire en tiroir avec ce nombre de page), traduit-la en anglais.
- Pfff et ensuite, j'en fais quoi...? Je ne connais ni journaux, ni éditeur anglophones, mais bon okay : défi accepté !
A peine arrivé à mon atelier, je contacte le pote à qui j'ai pensé durant la balade pour traduire (qui lui en contacte un autre qu'il estime plus doué que lui). Les jours suivants, je m'applique à courir après mes traductions et leurs corrections pour finalement les appliquer dans les bulles (un travail plus fastidieux qu'il n'y parait). 

Et maintenant ?
Du haut de la forêt, j'ai une vue panoramique sur mon village en contrebas ainsi que sur ma semaine si vite écoulée. Ma BD est prête okay, mais qu'est ce que je vais bien pouvoir en faire...?
Je suis encore perdu dans la brume amazonienne de mes réflexions lorsque que je m'assois machinalement à mon bureau. Tout à coup, la pile de courrier posé en vrac devant moi attire mon attention (sensible augmentation du suspense ambiant). L'adresse sur l'enveloppe me fait l'effet d'une détonation dans la jungle (et le ciel vide s'emplit d'oiseau qui fuient !): elle provient des USA ! 

De surprise, je saute de ma chaise et me mets au garde à vous. J'ouvre fébrilement l'enveloppe avec les doigts tout en ayant soin de ne pas déchirer l'adresse (purée ça aurait été plus rapide de l'ouvrir avec le tire-bouchon de mon couteau suisse!)
De jeunes américains m'écrivent ni plus ni moins de leur envoyer 5 pages dessinées pour leur collectif BD! 
Les jambes sciées, je suis abasourdi et relâche d'un coup la pression me laissant retomber de tout mon poids sur ma chaise de bureau. Cette dernière, tout autant surprise du choc, accuse le coup en provocant une petite échappée d'air imitant à merveille le bruit de pet inopiné.

Drôle de résultat
Plusieurs semaines plus tard, je reçois la BD imprimée. Oh !oh ! les autres participants ne sont pas des pro. Ce livre n'est qu'un projet de jeunes débutants... Si j'étais prétentieux, je dirais que leur oeuvre à au moins l'avantage de mettre en valeur ma BD (oups ! Je l'ai dit !) Quoi qu'il en soit, c'est mal barré pour « percer au USA »: un tel ouvrage ne dépassera jamais le cadre familial (Les parents étant les seuls à trouver ma-gni-fi-que l'oeuvre de leur progéniture, fut-elle aussi laide qu'un étron qui vient de naitre*).


Le clin de lune
Alors pourquoi fallait-il que j'y participe ? Si seulement cela pouvait impacter un lecteur ou encourager un auteur (ou un parent !) en herbe... Bah, je n'en saurai jamais rien. Mais qui sait, si un jour je suis bien luné, j'entendrai Dieu m'en toucher un mot. De toute façon, je le crois capable de cacher quasi l'entier d'un astre aussi gros que la lune juste pour faire un clin d'oeil à l'un de ses amis... et pour moi, ça vaut bien tous les rêves américains de la terre.

Justine
Quelque temps plus tard, lors d'une balade forestière, j'ai pensé à Justine. C'est une copine que je n'avais plus vu depuis des années. Au lieu de passer à autre chose, je lui ai immédiatement envoyé l'SMS suivant: « Salut, je suis dans la forêt avec Jésus, et on pense à toi ». 
Quelques temps plus tard, elle m'a confié qu'elle s'était éloigné de Dieu, mais que mon petit message est arrivé pile-poil et à point nommé pour la ramener à Lui. (Enorme!)

La révélation ultime !
Néanmoins par souci d'honnêteté, je me dois de rajouter que je ne compte plus le nombre de fois où j'ai franchi la porte de mon domicile une lueur fanatique dans l'oeil, bombant le torse pour mieux clamer en triomphe:
- Cette fois, ça y est ! Je crois bien avoir compris un signe divin signifiant que mon art est sur le point de percer ! Fini les pâtes au quotidien, à nous la grande vie ! Chabalabalatatam Carlapatata pifpafpouf ! (c'est du parlé-en-langue et cela doit probablement signifier : « t'inquiète Seigneur, j'ai à nouveau pris des vessies pour des lanternes »)
Sans que cela ne provoque aucun émoi chez mon auditoire familial habitué aux fausses alertes. Heureusement pour moi, j'ai beaucoup d'enfants et donc toujours un cadet sensible à mon effet de scène.

Je dirais même plus
Quoi qu'il en soit, « l'anecdote des 5 pages » a sensiblement amélioré ma manière de communiquer avec Dieu et les gens. Je reste pas mal dur de la feuille, mais j'entends de mieux en mieux la musique. Mais que je sois inspiré ou non, il est un fait indéniable :
Plus on prie, plus il y a des « coïncidences ».


En bref :
Un malentendant se converti avec ma BD!!
Un tout petit échange de courrier vraiment encourageant, je vous laisse le découvrir :
http://www.auderset.com/blog/echange-fb-avec-helene

Kids game Genève
Du 18 au 20 août, je parlerais à pleins pleins d'enfants ! Je l'avais déjà fait l'année passée, c'était tellement fort en émotion de voir comment Dieu agit en eux... La plupart découvrant Dieu pour la première fois..."
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(FR) Mais allo quoi?!

Mais allo quoi ?! C’est lundi matin, et comme à mon habitude avant de me plonger dans la mêlée d’une journée de travail intense, je passe d’abord dans la quiétude de la forêt, (ils n’ont pas encore branché de fax … More… More…

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Hi Alain,

In my church we have a deaf Christian I have been helping for almost three years now.
Yesterday we were at my home with another deaf gentleman who wants to know more about Jesus. 

We explained the gospel to him in sign language but it honestly wasn’t easy to explain spiritual ideas.

I was going on about sin, repentance...

Then I went to get a little booklet that you made, it explains the gospel just with pictures.

Straightaway that spoke right to him, and he kept on asking questions as he went on in his ‘reading’.
Then, when he saw the ‘clean’ little guy and the cross covered in blood on the ground, he went, ‘Oh! The sin isn’t there any more, it’s on the cross!’ 

Little by little he really understood, and he summed it up ‘So Jesus saves us from our sin.’

He wanted to receive Jesus too, but, because of his reserve, preferred to do this on his own at home.
So we explained to him how to do it and went on to share our testimonies with him.
All of that was to encourage you and thank you for your pictures which really are tools to the glory of God.
Your little booklets speak to the deaf, and I think that they can also speak to children.


God bless, Alain!
Hélène

 

Your message is terrific!!!
What an encouragement for me and all who work with me in the studio!
Would you mind if I published your message just as it is? 

It would be such an encouragement for all those who support me too…

Alain

 

Yes, no problem, go ahead! 
Pleased that it’s an encouragement for you.

I am going to order several of those little booklets – they’re so convenient. 

Thanks for your gift

Hélène

 

A cartoon book without words

Facebook page

 

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Exchange on Facebook with Hélène

  Hi Alain, In my church we have a deaf Christian I have been helping for almost three years now. Yesterday we were at my home with another deaf gentleman who wants to know more about Jesus. We explained the … More… More…

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