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Hi there! 

Let me share some of my everyday life at work when I was writing "Meet me in the forest, Origin" * 

You may not be an author yourself but it doesn't really matter. I believe that the complicity I describe fits just ANY JOB. May this text inspire you. 

* Sorry, this book isn't available in English, yet.

 

Diving in creativity

or exploring the sea of heaven

 

The sky! 

Saturday 6pm. 

After a couple of hours of passionate writing, completely immersed in the world I'm creating, I complete the final anecdote, at last.

I can finally look up from my notes, I'm not "under water" any more and I breathe as if I had been holding my breath all that time. 

As I'm leaving the world of the memories from my childhood, I remember this other reality: Right! I'm sitting at the garden table behind the house!

I sigh, lean back on the chair, look up and… wow! I'm suddenly facing the immense blue expanse right above me. 

So much higher than the big tree nearby, the generous sky was there the whole time! I take a deep breath and like a big fresh bubble inside me, it makes me feel like flying away. I delay the journey 'coz I still have a story to improve. 

A friend of mine who proofread it for me, pointed out some parts that require rearrangements and clarifications. Some scenes need to be rewritten from a new angle, a paragraph or two have to be moved around and the harmony of it all has to be improved so… gotta dive! 

(C u)

 

Worlds!

Monday 11.30 am Phewww! I finally reached a decisive stage and so needed to celebrate with someone that I instinctively headed for the forest. Escaping from my universe, I enter that of the vast nature my best Friend created. The forest and my book are interconnected, and together, we go from one to the other. 

- There it is, Lord… I did what you asked! 

Looking back

It’s been a year since we started writing this book together. At first, we were walking on mushy paths (memory sometimes fails) but as I kept going, solid grounds started appearing under my feet. Now that the job’s done, the landscape I leave behind me is nice and clean for any reader to wander through. Every anecdote I wrote is an easy but well documented path. I cleared it from all the usual obstacles one finds when speaking of God, like those obscure words in dialects unknown to most people. If lost, anyone can make it to Jesus' arms. 

I suddenly stop on my forest path. Er… seems like I’m in my book again! So, I decided to stop talking and start listening for a change. A vision settled in my mind:

I saw a long, modern and very powerful train about to come out of a tunnel to enter an insanely bright light. 

- “The end of the tunnel”! Yippee! Lord, we made it! 

 

Sea and divine complicity

I'm still in the forest and warm sunrays caress my face… which is strange since the forecast predicted a cloudy day. I look up and see something amazing: a huge gap splitting the thick layer of clouds just above my path and enlightening it.

The clouds looked like a sea from above, and the parting of its waters lasted the time it took for me to cross the forest. This heavenly breach highlighted my way right to my doorway, it was magical! 

- Thanks for the treat, Lord. I loved it …

 

Last dive 

OK, back to work… A friend kindly showed me a couple of syntax adjustments I had to make. So, here I am with my imaginary goggles and snorkel, diving in my book again. 

(sea U!)

 

Last one (if you say so…!) 

I've sent my book to still one more person for just another penultimate review. I need to be impartial, ignore laziness, accept big changes if necessary and look at my work with a critical eye. I consult my small and very busy workshop team again and again.  

 

Fruits from the promised land 

If you come across me during times like that, you might get the feeling I'm away. Well, it's probably because I am. When reaching the bottom line of something, I always turn things over and over in my mind and wander in my stories, unable to bring them to a close. My mind's dashboard flashes all over the place… and I strive in order to catch the signs and find what could be improved before this book gets to the printer. 

 

Rewards

At the grocers', I came across a mom and her teenage daughter. They told me how my previous books, “Meet me in the forest” volumes 1, 2 and 3, were part of their daily life and how it boosted their faith. It made me so happy, it's so incredibly comforting! I tear up as I'm writing these words and am reminded of it. I'm so grateful… and I tell myself it's definitely worth all the efforts I make. 

 

Just to nail it (in case I hadn't understood yet), there was a cardboard heart in the mailbox this morning. A child had colored it and clumsily penned his name on it to thank me… thank you… I hung it on the wall in the workshop in case it fell from my memory. 

OK… I’ve got to go back to my book, so… splash!

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Salut, 

je vous partage le quotidien de mon travail. Ici c’était pour “Rendez-vous dans la forêt, Origine”

Vous n’êtes peut-être pas vous-même écrivain…? Mais peu importe, je pense que la complicité que je décris ici est possible pour TOUS LES MÉTIERS. Que ce texte puisse vous inspirer.

   

Plongée dans la créativité

ou La traversée de la mer céleste

 

Ciel! 

Samedi 18h00. Après plusieurs heures d'écriture passionnée, les pensées profondément plongées dans le monde que je crée, j'appose enfin les touches finales de la dernière anecdote de mon livre.

 

Je peux enfin relever la tête de mes notes, je ne suis plus “sous l’eau”, je respire comme si j’avais retenu ma respiration pendant que j’écrivais. En quittant le monde du souvenir de mon enfance, je me rappelle de cette autre réalité: Ah oui tiens, c’est vrai, en réalité, je suis assis à la table de jardin derrière la maison!

Dans un soupir, je me couche sur le dossier de ma chaise et lève les yeux en haut, et …Wow ! D’un coup, je suis face à l’immense espace bleu juste au-dessus de moi. Plus élevé que le grand arbre auprès duquel je me trouve, ce ciel si généreux est toujours là lui aussi! Je lui emprunte une grande bouffée d'air et, gonflé de fraîcheur, j'ai envie de m’y envoler. Mais bon, je remets ce projet à plus tard, car il faut d’abord que je retouche mon récit. 

Un ami en a fait une relecture de fond en m’indiquant quelques points trop incompréhensibles. Je dois donc encore réorganiser quelques scènes avec un nouvel éclairage, déplacer un paragraphe ou l’autre, puis revoir l’équilibre général du tout. 

 

Bon, je m’y replonge… 

(à +)

 

Mondes!

Lundi 11h30 ahhhhhhh (soupir de soulagement!) J'ai enfin terminé une étape décisive. J'ai trop besoin de m’en réjouir avec quelqu'un, et je prends donc naturellement la direction de la forêt. Je m'évade de mon univers pour rejoindre celui de la vaste nature, créée par mon meilleur Ami. La forêt et mon livre sont tous deux des vases communicants dans lesquels nous passons de l’un vers l’autre. 

- Voilà Seigneur, j'ai accompli ce que tu m'as commandé...!

Regard en arrière

Un an déjà que j'ai entrepris l’aventure de l’écriture de ce livre avec lui. Au début du voyage, il fallait traverser un paysage dépourvu de sol tangible (les souvenirs sont parfois vaseux). Mais le sol s’est créé sous mes pieds à mesure que j'avançais. Maintenant que j’ai fini mon histoire, je laisse derrière moi tout un univers habitable dans lequel un lecteur pourra déambuler. Chacune des anecdotes que j'ai écrites est un chemin facile, mais bien documenté. Je l’ai dépouillé des embûches habituelles lorsqu'on parle de Dieu avec des phrases trop compliquées et empruntées à des dialectes inconnus du grand public. Même un perdu pourra y retrouver son chemin qui le mènera droit dans les bras de Jésus.

Je m'arrête sur mon sentier de forêt. Purée, j’étais à nouveau dans mon livre! Alors, je prends un temps pour me taire et à mon tour, écouter. Une vision se matérialise alors dans mes pensées: 

Je vois un long train moderne et très puissant qui s'apprête à déboucher du tunnel et pénétrer dans une lumière de ouf.

- “Le bout du tunnel”! Yess Seigneur! On y est enfin! 

 

Mer et complicité divine 

Je suis toujours dans la forêt et les rayons chaleureux du soleil me caressent le visage. C’est étrange car les prévisions annonçaient un temps couvert. J’observe alors dans le ciel un phénomène magnifique, un grand trou sépare l'épaisse couche de nuages juste au-dessus de mon chemin pour l’éclairer. Le temps que dure la traversée de forêt, la mer d'en-haut, cette eau suspendue dans les airs que sont les nuages contenant des tonnes d’eau, s'est ouverte pour moi. Cette céleste percée dessine mon sentier en lumière jusqu'à la porte d'entrée de ma maison, c’est magique! 

- Merci Seigneur, tu me fais trop plaisir…

 

Dernière plongée

Bon, j’y retourne, il me faut encore appliquer quelques réglages de syntaxe qu’une amie à eu la gentillesse de corriger ici et là. Muni d’un tuba et de lunettes de plongée imaginaires, je replonge dans mon livre. 

(à ploutch!)

 

Encore une dernière (ouais, ouais, c’est ça…!) 

J’ai encore envoyé mon livre à quelqu’un d’autre

pour une autre avant-dernière correction. Il me faut être impartial, ignorer la paresse, m’autoriser de grosses transformations si nécessaire, et encore revoir ma création d'un œil critique. Je retourne régulièrement auprès de ma petite équipe à l’atelier, toujours affairée sur plusieurs illustrations finales et autres projets en cours.

   

Les fruits du pays promis

Si, dans ces moments, vous me croisez dans la rue l’air absent, c’est probablement que je le suis. Je repense et me balade encore dans mes histoires, qui, en période de bouclage, n’en finissent pas de finir. Ça clignote dans le poste de contrôle de ma tête… et je m'évertue à comprendre les signes et à réfléchir à ce qui peut manquer au réglage de tout ce livre, avant qu'il atterrisse pour de bon dans une imprimerie.

 

Récompenses

En revenant des courses, je croise une maman et sa fille adolescente dans le rayon légumes. Elles m’expliquent comment mes précédents «Rendez-vous dans la forêt » font partie intégrante de leur quotidien, qu'elles aussi y plongent souvent et en ressortent ravivées dans leur foi... Quel bonheur d’apprendre une telle chose, quel incroyable réconfort! Rien que d'y repenser alors que je vous écris, des larmes me perlent sur les joues. Je suis si reconnaissant… et me dis que les efforts que je prends pour écrire sont récompensés.

 

Et ce matin, comme pour bien enfoncer le clou, (pour le cas où je n’aurai pas bien compris juste avant) en ouvrant ma boîte aux lettres, j'ai trouvé un cœur en carton colorié par un enfant qui me remercie, accompagné de sa signature malhabile… merci... J'ai accroché cette marque d’amour au mur de l’atelier pour le cas où elle se détacherait de ma mémoire. 

Bon, c’est pas tout ça, je retourne à mon livre (plouf!)

 

Téléchargez les 80 pages gratuites de ce livre ici: https://mailchi.mp/7cfa20bb3b7c/2dv5t2ohjd

 

Bonne lecture.


Vous pouvez vous inscrire ici à la lettre de nouvelle pour recevoir d'autres publications d'Alain Auderset.   [:en]

Hi there! 

Let me share some of my everyday life at work when I was writing "Meet me in the forest, Origin" * 

You may not be an author yourself but it doesn't really matter. I believe that the complicity I describe fits just ANY JOB. May this text inspire you. 

* Sorry, this book isn't available in English, yet.

 

Diving in creativity

or exploring the sea of heaven

 

The sky! 

Saturday 6pm. 

After a couple of hours of passionate writing, completely immersed in the world I'm creating, I complete the final anecdote, at last.

I can finally look up from my notes, I'm not "under water" any more and I breathe as if I had been holding my breath all that time. 

As I'm leaving the world of the memories from my childhood, I remember this other reality: Right! I'm sitting at the garden table behind the house!

I sigh, lean back on the chair, look up and… wow! I'm suddenly facing the immense blue expanse right above me. 

So much higher than the big tree nearby, the generous sky was there the whole time! I take a deep breath and like a big fresh bubble inside me, it makes me feel like flying away. I delay the journey 'coz I still have a story to improve. 

A friend of mine who proofread it for me, pointed out some parts that require rearrangements and clarifications. Some scenes need to be rewritten from a new angle, a paragraph or two have to be moved around and the harmony of it all has to be improved so… gotta dive! 

(C u)

 

Worlds!

Monday 11.30 am Phewww! I finally reached a decisive stage and so needed to celebrate with someone that I instinctively headed for the forest. Escaping from my universe, I enter that of the vast nature my best Friend created. The forest and my book are interconnected, and together, we go from one to the other. 

- There it is, Lord… I did what you asked! 

Looking back

It’s been a year since we started writing this book together. At first, we were walking on mushy paths (memory sometimes fails) but as I kept going, solid grounds started appearing under my feet. Now that the job’s done, the landscape I leave behind me is nice and clean for any reader to wander through. Every anecdote I wrote is an easy but well documented path. I cleared it from all the usual obstacles one finds when speaking of God, like those obscure words in dialects unknown to most people. If lost, anyone can make it to Jesus' arms. 

I suddenly stop on my forest path. Er… seems like I’m in my book again! So, I decided to stop talking and start listening for a change. A vision settled in my mind:

I saw a long, modern and very powerful train about to come out of a tunnel to enter an insanely bright light. 

- “The end of the tunnel”! Yippee! Lord, we made it! 

 

Sea and divine complicity

I'm still in the forest and warm sunrays caress my face… which is strange since the forecast predicted a cloudy day. I look up and see something amazing: a huge gap splitting the thick layer of clouds just above my path and enlightening it.

The clouds looked like a sea from above, and the parting of its waters lasted the time it took for me to cross the forest. This heavenly breach highlighted my way right to my doorway, it was magical! 

- Thanks for the treat, Lord. I loved it …

 

Last dive 

OK, back to work… A friend kindly showed me a couple of syntax adjustments I had to make. So, here I am with my imaginary goggles and snorkel, diving in my book again. 

(sea U!)

 

Last one (if you say so…!) 

I've sent my book to still one more person for just another penultimate review. I need to be impartial, ignore laziness, accept big changes if necessary and look at my work with a critical eye. I consult my small and very busy workshop team again and again.  

 

Fruits from the promised land 

If you come across me during times like that, you might get the feeling I'm away. Well, it's probably because I am. When reaching the bottom line of something, I always turn things over and over in my mind and wander in my stories, unable to bring them to a close. My mind's dashboard flashes all over the place… and I strive in order to catch the signs and find what could be improved before this book gets to the printer. 

 

Rewards

At the grocers', I came across a mom and her teenage daughter. They told me how my previous books, “Meet me in the forest” volumes 1, 2 and 3, were part of their daily life and how it boosted their faith. It made me so happy, it's so incredibly comforting! I tear up as I'm writing these words and am reminded of it. I'm so grateful… and I tell myself it's definitely worth all the efforts I make. 

 

Just to nail it (in case I hadn't understood yet), there was a cardboard heart in the mailbox this morning. A child had colored it and clumsily penned his name on it to thank me… thank you… I hung it on the wall in the workshop in case it fell from my memory. 

OK… I’ve got to go back to my book, so… splash!

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Diving in creativity

Hi there!  Let me share some of my everyday life at work when I was writing “Meet me in the forest, Origin” *  You may not be an author yourself but it doesn’t really matter. I believe that the complicity … More… More…

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The day Romayne wrote to tell me my comics “Conventional Wisdom” had really helped her when she was looking for a change, she also shared some of her old life… and phew! I just can’t believe what some people go through!!

For once, I’ll share a testimony that has nothing to do with me. It's vicious but since it’s going to help a lot of people, here it is... 

 

Witchcraft and clairvoyance

Personally, I like Harry Potter’s fantasy world but I keep things in perspective because IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE REALITY OF WITCHCRAFT!!

Most of the time, we are not aware of the danger of the esotericism that surrounds us. To be obsessed by the topic or not know anything about it are both harmful. 

And most of all, when we believe in it, we are not even conscious of the power of Jesus that could dwell in us if we believed in Him. 

Here, the mic is all yours, Romayne:

 

Waking nightmare 

My family was in total chaos…

We suffered never ending oppression, were chased by evil spirits and we were all possessed. There was violence, huge unexplainable blockages, failures and hardships in every area of our lives… 

We were divided. Every day, evil spirits would manipulate us. We were under their influence. It would occur at specific times and according to a specific agenda. 

 

Shit rescue

With my mother, we used to practice witchcraft in order to protect ourselves from witchcraft… And clairvoyance in order to know what witchcraft was up to and try to free ourselves from it. In the end, it only added to the burden. We were sacrificing ourselves in order to save our family, but the enemy only gained more ground each time. Evil just moved elsewhere whenever a “so-called deliverance” took place. For years, we kept turning in circles, sinking deeper and deeper. 

 

Ultimatum

My mom was really depressed. Chaos at home was such that she asked me to get some help. She was determined to end our lives, my brothers’, mine and hers’ too because she didn’t want to abandon us. Either we made it out together or we died together.

 

Desperately seeking spiritual first aider

So, I left for college, and I had to be back with a solution before dark.

Basically, we were thinking of trying to find someone with an efficient deliverance method, a healer or whatever. I was looking for two students in particular, who could show me someone knowing God and “accredited” as an exorcist. Because, in spite of all, I was a Catholic believer. In my eyes, there was an unquestioned separation between witchcraft and clairvoyance (I considered clairvoyance as a gift of God to help us out of the works of witchcraft). Anyway, I was completely mixed up, in the grip of a spirit of deception but I was looking for a divine solution, a divine method.

For me, God was the only one who could rescue us from these hopeless situations: all the healers, bonesetters, clairvoyants, shamans, exorcists and priests I saw were completely overwhelmed by our situation. The spiritual enemy was playing around with them just as it was with us. And these people were just making things worse. 

The spirit of clairvoyance was telling me to look for a Muslim student. But I had learned to do the opposite of what it was telling me, because I knew that this voice was trying to mislead me, by using either lie or truth*.

 

Grace 

So, I looked for a student named Grace. Once, she had given me her phone number so I could pass her my notes whenever she had classes to catch up. I couldn’t tell her my story face to face because I didn’t really know her. Plus, I was too shy, so I texted her. She told me to meet her in the cafeteria at the end of the class. 

I went. She was in a hurry because one of her classes was about to start. She just had time to tell me how she had defeated witchcraft and how she and her family had made it thanks to God. Then in front of me, very naturally, she prayed for 5 minutes for me and my family. Before leaving she gave me the details of a Christian man who, according to her, belonged to a church “that could help me”, better than hers. I had never heard of anyone overcoming witchcraft for good. I always heard about people never pulling through, or if they had, their “method” wasn’t working with us.

 

Ignorance

The churches I knew, and people in general, didn’t know anything about this dark spirituality. They just thought witches and seers were insane people or just mavericks.  However, there were times when we did talk about it with open-minded people, but actually we were the ones teaching them...

In these conditions what kind of help could we have expected from anyone?

 

Deliverance

On Sunday December 9 2018, with my mom, I went to the church I was told about. For the first time ever, I heard songs of triumph and victory over the enemy. 

We waited until the end of the service to see the pastor with whom we had an appointment. He spoke to us a little and asked us to repeat a prayer. At that very moment, I received the Holy Spirit! 

Then he said: 

- Things are really going to change. You will receive a sign that the Lord has moved, you’ll see! 

He said that under the inspiration of the Holy Spirit. We had every reason to doubt because nothing had ever worked before and we had a hard time trusting anyone.

In the car on our way back from church, I felt great joy. I tried to reassure my mom because I knew things were going to be okay. As we were arriving home, I heard a loud voice. It came from heaven and was very close at the same time. It was the voice of someone who had surprisingly always known me and cared about me. It was the voice of the Father (God). It said:

- Your father and your step mother will be saved. 

My mother didn’t hear it, but I was shaken... The Lord had struck a sore spot with such authority and gentleness. There was no other way but to believe and surrender. I didn’t know what “to be saved” meant nor that I had received the Holy Spirit but I knew God had seen the wound in my heart, to have left my father in the clutches of witchcraft and not to see him anymore.

To reassure herself mom wanted us to do a session of clairvoyance in the car as we often used to do. But this time I just didn’t want to. I knew we only needed to trust and that was enough to help me speak to her boldly.

 

Sign

The next day, I went to college. I was thinking about what the pastor had said and I was asking myself questions. Just before entering the classroom, I got a call from my father. I hadn’t spoken to him for over a year and he wasn’t even supposed to have my number... He told me my grandmother had just passed away. It happened to be the day Grace (the Christian student) had prayed… Was it divine judgment?

 

Death and divine judgment 

My grandmother used to kill people through accidents and she sought revenge through witchcraft. She also intended to have me under control, so I would become a witch too and go after my mother and carry on her plans of destruction. 

But the day a true born-again Christian prayed for me and my family, God judged her. The word the pastor had said was fulfilled. It was the only sign that could really prove to me my life was going to change, because nothing would have stopped my grandmother! Even while being in ignorance and sin, I had been awaiting a divine judgment over her.

 

Clairvoyance

Sometimes later I tried to use clairvoyance again without knowing it was really bad. The Holy Spirit got angry and told me I shouldn’t do that anymore. I told Grace I was a clairvoyant. She didn’t blame me but simply prayed for me. Shortly after, the pastor told me how bad it was, and I gave it up as soon as I found out.

During the two years I had spent in college I hadn’t had any friends and I suddenly made two. My mom stopped the clairvoyance sessions she used to do for a living. Little by little, things started matching God’s will and falling into place, concerning me at least. My mother is still on the way. 

My stepmother converted to God this morning!! Immediately God showed her the idols in her house... It was very touching and strange to see her saved, because she was bound by occultism… mainly undergoing it, in fact.   

A new life is starting for her too. 

 

* It is important to stress that this voice also says true things concerning others. It very well describes the past, the present and even the future. And if the person who is consulting remains in the enemy’s plan for their life, they will end up fulfilling what the spirit of clairvoyance has predicted. 

This spirit doesn’t just lie or frighten, it is much more cunning than that. Otherwise, no one would be attracted to it but would rather try to escape it. Instead, it manipulates us with half-truths, saying positive things in order to attract us, and better fool us, and lead us into the bad plans he prepared. Many are addicted to clairvoyance because it reassures them. But the devil who is speaking through the voice of clairvoyance is unable to reassure even though it takes the appearance of light. 

 

Find more of the author’s meditations in his book: Meet me in the forest

First 80 pages of volume 1 for free here.


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Quand Romane m'écrit pour me dire que ma BD “conventional Wisdom” (“Idées reçues” en anglais) l’a beaucoup aidée dans ses premiers pas dans une nouvelle vie, elle m’a aussi partagé de l’ancienne...et wow, dingue ce que certains vivent!!

Alors une fois n’est pas coutume, je vous partage un témoignage sans lien direct avec moi. C’est hard-core ! mais bon, ça va en aider plus d’un, alors voilà...

Sorcellerie et voyance Si perso j’aime bien le monde enchanté d’Harry Potter, ça ne m’empêche pas de faire la part des choses, car "" "ÇA N’A RIEN À VOIR AVEC LA RÉALITÉ du milieu de la sorcellerie!! Nous ne nous rendons pas souvent compte des dangers de l'ésotérisme qui nous environne. Mais attention, c’est aussi mauvais d’être focalisé sur cette thématique que de ne rien en savoir. Et surtout, nous ne sommes souvent pas conscients non plus de l'extraordinaire puissance de Jésus qui nous habite, lorsqu’on y croit. 

Bref Romane, c’est à toi:

Cauchemar éveillé C'était le chaos dans ma famille… Nous avions oppressions sur oppressions, nous étions en danger, poursuivis par des esprits, tous possédés. Il y avait de la violence, d'énormes blocages inexplicables, des échecs et difficultés dans tous les domaines de nos vies... Nous étions divisés. Pas un seul jour ne passait sans que nous subissions l'influence des esprits mauvais. Cela se réactivait à des heures précises, et selon un calendrier précis.

Secours de merde Avec ma mère, nous faisions sans le savoir de la sorcellerie pour nous protéger de la sorcellerie... Et de la voyance pour connaître les œuvres de la sorcellerie et tenter de s’en libérer. Ce qui rajoutait des lourdeurs sur le long terme. Nous nous sacrifiions nous-mêmes avec ma mère pour sauver notre famille, mais l'ennemi, à chaque fois, prenait plus de place. Le mal se déplaçait ailleurs à chaque fois que nous avions une "soi-disante délivrance". C'est comme ça que pendant des années nous avons tourné en rond et n’avons fait que de nous enfoncer.

Ultimatum Ma maman était très déprimée, le chaos à la maison était tel qu’elle m'a dit d'aller chercher de l'aide. Elle était résolue de mettre fin à nos jours, à mes frères, à moi ainsi qu'à elle-même. C’était pour ne pas nous abandonner. Car soit nous nous en sortions ensemble, soit nous mourions ensemble. 

Cherche secouriste spirituel désespérement Je suis donc partie à l'université, et je devais revenir avec une solution avant le soir. À la base, on pensait trouver quelqu'un qui avait une technique de délivrance qui fonctionne, un guérisseur ou autre. J'ai pensé chercher deux étudiants en particulier, pour qu’ils m'aiguillent vers quelqu'un qui connaît Dieu et qui use d’une pratique "légale" d’exorcisme. Car malgré tout, j'étais croyante catholique. Pour moi, il y avait une séparation nette entre la sorcellerie et la voyance (je considérais la voyance comme étant un don de Dieu qui fait du bien et qui permettrait de nous sortir des œuvres de la sorcellerie). Bref, j'étais dans la confusion, en proie à un esprit d'erreur, mais je cherchais une solution divine, une technique divine. 

Pour moi, Dieu était le seul être capable de nous sortir de ces situations impossibles : les guérisseurs, rebouteux, voyants, chamans, exorcistes, prêtres que j'avais vu passer étaient trop dépassés par notre situation. L'ennemi spirituel se jouait d'eux comme de nous-mêmes. Ces gens ne faisaient que rajouter du négatif à notre situation. 

L'esprit de voyance me disait d'aller chercher un étudiant musulman. Mais j'avais appris à faire le contraire de ce que cet esprit me disait, car je savais que cette voix cherchait à me tromper que ce soit par le mensonge ou la vérité*.

Grâce  Je suis donc allée chercher une étudiante chrétienne du nom de Grâce. Elle m'avait une fois laissé son numéro pour que je puisse lui passer mes cours afin de les rattraper. Je ne la connaissais pas. Trop timide pour oser aller lui raconter mon histoire de vive voix, je lui ai envoyé un sms. Elle m'a alors proposé de la rejoindre à la cafétéria en fin de cours.

Je l'ai rejointe. Elle était pressée par un cours sur le point de commencer. Elle a juste eu le temps de me raconter qu'elle avait vaincu les œuvres de la sorcellerie, qu'elle et les siens s'en étaient sortis grâce à Dieu. Puis, naturellement, elle a prié 5mn devant moi, pour ma famille et moi. 

Avant de me quitter, elle m'a donné les coordonnées d'un frère qui, selon elle, était dans une église "qui pouvait m'aider" plus que la sienne. C'était la première fois de ma vie que j'entendais parler de quelqu'un qui avait définitivement vaincu les œuvres de la sorcellerie. J'entendais toujours des témoignages de gens liés qui ne s'en sortaient jamais, ou s’ils y arrivaient, leurs "techniques" ne fonctionnaient pas sur nous.

Ignorance Les églises que je connaissais, et la culture française en général, ignoraient l'existence de cette sombre spiritualité. Considérant les sorciers et voyants comme des fous, ou des marginaux. Il arrivait néanmoins de pouvoir en parler avec des gens ouverts, mais c'est plus souvent nous qui les instruisions sans le vouloir. Quelle aide aurions-nous pu espérer dans de telles conditions? 

Libération Le dimanche 9 décembre 2018, je suis allée avec ma maman à l’église conseillée. J’y ai entendu, pour la première fois de ma vie, des chants de triomphe, de victoire contre l'ennemi. 

Nous avons attendu jusqu'à la fin du culte pour voir le pasteur. Nous avions pris rendez-vous. Il nous a parlé un peu et nous a demandé de répéter une prière. A ce moment, j'ai reçu le Saint Esprit! Puis il a dit: - Les choses vont vraiment changer. Vous aurez un signe que le Seigneur a vraiment agi demain, vous verrez! Il a dit ça sous l'inspiration du Saint Esprit, car nous avions toutes les raisons de douter, rien n'avait jamais marché et nous avions du mal à faire confiance. Dans la voiture, en rentrant de l'église, je sentais une joie immense. J'essayais de rassurer ma maman car j'avais l'assurance que ça allait aller. Puis en arrivant près de chez moi, j'ai entendu une grande voix venant du Ciel, mais en même temps aussi toute proche de moi. Une voix qui m'avait toujours connue et suivie à mon grand étonnement. C'était la voix du Père (Dieu) qui disait: - Ton père et ta belle-mère seront sauvés. Ma mère ne l'a pas entendue, mais j'ai été très bouleversée... Parce que le Seigneur venait de toucher un point sensible et que cette voix était remplie d'autorité et à la fois de douceur. On ne pouvait qu'y croire et s'y soumettre. Je ne savais pas ce que signifie "être sauvé", ni même que j'avais reçu le Saint Esprit, mais je savais que Dieu voyait la déchirure dans mon cœur, d'avoir laissé mon père aux griffes de la sorcellerie et de ne plus le voir. 

Maman voulait qu'on fasse une séance de voyance dans la voiture pour se rassurer, comme on faisait souvent. Mais là, je ne voulais pas vraiment, je savais juste qu'il fallait faire confiance et cela me suffisait pour lui parler avec assurance. 

Signe Le lendemain, je suis allée à l'université. Je me souvenais de la parole du pasteur la veille et me posais des questions. Juste avant de rentrer en classe l'après-midi, j'ai reçu un appel de mon père que je n'avais pas entendu depuis 1 an et demi environ et qui n'était même pas censé avoir mon numéro de téléphone... Il me dit que ma grand-mère, qui était une sorcière de haut niveau, était décédée. Il s'est avéré que c'était le jour de la prière de Grâce, l'étudiante chrétienne... Etait-ce un jugement divin? 

Mort et jugement divin Ma grand-mère faisait des morts d'accidents et cherchait à se venger au travers de la sorcellerie. Elle avait aussi l’intention de me mettre sous emprise pour que je sois sorcière à mon tour, pour qu’ainsi je m'en prenne à ma mère et que je continue son travail de destruction. Mais le jour où une vraie chrétienne, née de nouveau, a prié pour ma famille et moi, Dieu l'a jugée. La parole que le pasteur avait dite la veille s'est accomplie. C'était le seul signe qui pouvait me montrer que ma vie allait changer, car ma grand-mère ne se serait arrêtée pour rien au monde! Même si j'étais dans l'ignorance et dans le péché, loin de l'amour de Dieu, j'attendais depuis longtemps un jugement divin sur ma grand-mère. 

Voyance Par la suite j'ai réessayé la voyance sans savoir que c'était vraiment mauvais. Le Saint Esprit s'est fâché et m'a dit qu'il ne fallait plus le faire. J'ai ensuite dit à Grâce que j'étais voyante. Elle a prié pour moi sans rien me reprocher. Peu de temps après, le pasteur m'a averti que c'était mauvais. J'ai abandonné cette pratique dès que j'ai su. 

Depuis deux ans, je n'avais aucun ami, j'ai eu soudainement 2 amies à l'université. Ma mère a arrêté son travail de voyante. Petit à petit les choses sont allées vers la volonté de Dieu pour rentrer dans l’ordre, me concernant en tout cas. Ma mère est encore en chemin. Ma belle-mère, elle, s'est convertie ce matin!! Dieu a tout de suite commencé à lui faire prendre conscience des idoles dans sa maison... C'est très émouvant et étrange de la voir sauvée, je rends grâce au Seigneur pour cela, car elle était dans des liens occultes aussi, les subissant surtout. Une nouvelle vie commence pour elle aussi.

 

*Mais il est important de souligner que cette voix disait aussi des choses vraies pour les autres. Elle décrivait très bien le passé, le présent et même le futur. Si la personne qui consultait restait dans les plans de l'ennemi pour sa vie, elle finissait par vivre ce que l'esprit de voyance prévoyait. Cet esprit ne fait pas que mentir ou effrayer, il est plus rusé que cela. Car sinon les gens n'auraient aucun intérêt pour la voyance, et chercheraient plutôt à s'en délivrer.Mais il nous manipule avec des semi-vérités, nous disant des choses positives et vraies pour nous attirer, et mieux nous tromper, nous conduire à de mauvais plans qu'il a lui-même prévus. Bien des gens sont accros à la voyance, car cela les rassure. Mais le diable, caché derrière la voix de la voyance, est incapable de rassurer, cependant il prend l'apparence de la lumière... 

 

En savoir davantage sur le monde spirituel? Alors ne manquez pas de lire "Rendez-vous dans la forêt 3”, vous verrez, c’est du lourd bien gratiné aussi.

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The day Romayne wrote to tell me my comics “Conventional Wisdom” had really helped her when she was looking for a change, she also shared some of her old life… and phew! I just can’t believe what some people go through!!

For once, I’ll share a testimony that has nothing to do with me. It's vicious but since it’s going to help a lot of people, here it is... 

 

Witchcraft and clairvoyance

Personally, I like Harry Potter’s fantasy world but I keep things in perspective because IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE REALITY OF WITCHCRAFT!!

Most of the time, we are not aware of the danger of the esotericism that surrounds us. To be obsessed by the topic or not know anything about it are both harmful. 

And most of all, when we believe in it, we are not even conscious of the power of Jesus that could dwell in us if we believed in Him. 

Here, the mic is all yours, Romayne:

 

Waking nightmare 

My family was in total chaos…

We suffered never ending oppression, were chased by evil spirits and we were all possessed. There was violence, huge unexplainable blockages, failures and hardships in every area of our lives… 

We were divided. Every day, evil spirits would manipulate us. We were under their influence. It would occur at specific times and according to a specific agenda. 

 

Shit rescue

With my mother, we used to practice witchcraft in order to protect ourselves from witchcraft… And clairvoyance in order to know what witchcraft was up to and try to free ourselves from it. In the end, it only added to the burden. We were sacrificing ourselves in order to save our family, but the enemy only gained more ground each time. Evil just moved elsewhere whenever a “so-called deliverance” took place. For years, we kept turning in circles, sinking deeper and deeper. 

 

Ultimatum

My mom was really depressed. Chaos at home was such that she asked me to get some help. She was determined to end our lives, my brothers’, mine and hers’ too because she didn’t want to abandon us. Either we made it out together or we died together.

 

Desperately seeking spiritual first aider

So, I left for college, and I had to be back with a solution before dark.

Basically, we were thinking of trying to find someone with an efficient deliverance method, a healer or whatever. I was looking for two students in particular, who could show me someone knowing God and “accredited” as an exorcist. Because, in spite of all, I was a Catholic believer. In my eyes, there was an unquestioned separation between witchcraft and clairvoyance (I considered clairvoyance as a gift of God to help us out of the works of witchcraft). Anyway, I was completely mixed up, in the grip of a spirit of deception but I was looking for a divine solution, a divine method.

For me, God was the only one who could rescue us from these hopeless situations: all the healers, bonesetters, clairvoyants, shamans, exorcists and priests I saw were completely overwhelmed by our situation. The spiritual enemy was playing around with them just as it was with us. And these people were just making things worse. 

The spirit of clairvoyance was telling me to look for a Muslim student. But I had learned to do the opposite of what it was telling me, because I knew that this voice was trying to mislead me, by using either lie or truth*.

 

Grace 

So, I looked for a student named Grace. Once, she had given me her phone number so I could pass her my notes whenever she had classes to catch up. I couldn’t tell her my story face to face because I didn’t really know her. Plus, I was too shy, so I texted her. She told me to meet her in the cafeteria at the end of the class. 

I went. She was in a hurry because one of her classes was about to start. She just had time to tell me how she had defeated witchcraft and how she and her family had made it thanks to God. Then in front of me, very naturally, she prayed for 5 minutes for me and my family. Before leaving she gave me the details of a Christian man who, according to her, belonged to a church “that could help me”, better than hers. I had never heard of anyone overcoming witchcraft for good. I always heard about people never pulling through, or if they had, their “method” wasn’t working with us.

 

Ignorance

The churches I knew, and people in general, didn’t know anything about this dark spirituality. They just thought witches and seers were insane people or just mavericks.  However, there were times when we did talk about it with open-minded people, but actually we were the ones teaching them...

In these conditions what kind of help could we have expected from anyone?

 

Deliverance

On Sunday December 9 2018, with my mom, I went to the church I was told about. For the first time ever, I heard songs of triumph and victory over the enemy. 

We waited until the end of the service to see the pastor with whom we had an appointment. He spoke to us a little and asked us to repeat a prayer. At that very moment, I received the Holy Spirit! 

Then he said: 

- Things are really going to change. You will receive a sign that the Lord has moved, you’ll see! 

He said that under the inspiration of the Holy Spirit. We had every reason to doubt because nothing had ever worked before and we had a hard time trusting anyone.

In the car on our way back from church, I felt great joy. I tried to reassure my mom because I knew things were going to be okay. As we were arriving home, I heard a loud voice. It came from heaven and was very close at the same time. It was the voice of someone who had surprisingly always known me and cared about me. It was the voice of the Father (God). It said:

- Your father and your step mother will be saved. 

My mother didn’t hear it, but I was shaken... The Lord had struck a sore spot with such authority and gentleness. There was no other way but to believe and surrender. I didn’t know what “to be saved” meant nor that I had received the Holy Spirit but I knew God had seen the wound in my heart, to have left my father in the clutches of witchcraft and not to see him anymore.

To reassure herself mom wanted us to do a session of clairvoyance in the car as we often used to do. But this time I just didn’t want to. I knew we only needed to trust and that was enough to help me speak to her boldly.

 

Sign

The next day, I went to college. I was thinking about what the pastor had said and I was asking myself questions. Just before entering the classroom, I got a call from my father. I hadn’t spoken to him for over a year and he wasn’t even supposed to have my number... He told me my grandmother had just passed away. It happened to be the day Grace (the Christian student) had prayed… Was it divine judgment?

 

Death and divine judgment 

My grandmother used to kill people through accidents and she sought revenge through witchcraft. She also intended to have me under control, so I would become a witch too and go after my mother and carry on her plans of destruction. 

But the day a true born-again Christian prayed for me and my family, God judged her. The word the pastor had said was fulfilled. It was the only sign that could really prove to me my life was going to change, because nothing would have stopped my grandmother! Even while being in ignorance and sin, I had been awaiting a divine judgment over her.

 

Clairvoyance

Sometimes later I tried to use clairvoyance again without knowing it was really bad. The Holy Spirit got angry and told me I shouldn’t do that anymore. I told Grace I was a clairvoyant. She didn’t blame me but simply prayed for me. Shortly after, the pastor told me how bad it was, and I gave it up as soon as I found out.

During the two years I had spent in college I hadn’t had any friends and I suddenly made two. My mom stopped the clairvoyance sessions she used to do for a living. Little by little, things started matching God’s will and falling into place, concerning me at least. My mother is still on the way. 

My stepmother converted to God this morning!! Immediately God showed her the idols in her house... It was very touching and strange to see her saved, because she was bound by occultism… mainly undergoing it, in fact.   

A new life is starting for her too. 

 

* It is important to stress that this voice also says true things concerning others. It very well describes the past, the present and even the future. And if the person who is consulting remains in the enemy’s plan for their life, they will end up fulfilling what the spirit of clairvoyance has predicted. 

This spirit doesn’t just lie or frighten, it is much more cunning than that. Otherwise, no one would be attracted to it but would rather try to escape it. Instead, it manipulates us with half-truths, saying positive things in order to attract us, and better fool us, and lead us into the bad plans he prepared. Many are addicted to clairvoyance because it reassures them. But the devil who is speaking through the voice of clairvoyance is unable to reassure even though it takes the appearance of light. 

 

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Jackson* from Canada (and originally from Belgium, but who cares…) sent me a letter, telling me that after having been badly hurt in Christian circles, he had given up on his faith (it's what most people do!!).   

It comes down to throwing the baby out with the bathwater! 

'Coz, heyyy! Jesus and His fan club are two different things!! 

When we confuse them, it only shows how shallow our relationship with Christ is or that it only depends on the meetings we attend (which is the same in fact). 

 

 *Don't try figuring out who it is, it's not his real name

 First blow!

Small encouragement to all those who are just starting their walk with God. 

You've just started a promising journey, expecting to be amazed and thrilled… BUT… at one point or another you'll reach the well-known borough of believers. It shines with wonderful promises and you anticipate support and guidance for the journey. The name of the place is "Yulbe BC" (Battered by Christians).    

I might as well tell you right away that you're gonna be shoveling shit and experience brutal awakening… but if you can make the difference between believers and God to find your way through and carry on with your journey, while still loving both Yulbe and God (who, I repeat, has nothing to do with the problem), then you'll be strong enough to face anything that'll come your way! So, just hang in there 'coz it's worth it!! 

 

So… What about Jackson? 

Jackson told me that after reading the first three volumes of "Meet me in the Forest" *, he reconciled with God**. I was so glad for him, (survivors are rare!). But when I tried to tell him that all believers weren't like the ones he had already met and that maybe… if he didn't mind… no pressure… and if it was okay with him... he could, maybe… uh, try to see other believers…(?) AAAAAAAAAAARGH! (Well… tell me about it!) He had a panic attack!! I immediately tried to comfort him by telling him there was no emergency! And that, yes, of course, I understood! And no, I agreed: one step at a time was just perfect!... and that for the moment, the most important was to root himself in a true relationship with Christ. Only when it's solid enough, will he try to visit the not so doomed borough again (one can even find true eternal friendships there, and incredible nuggets from heaven!) 

But take it easy (breathe deeply, theeere you go…), I was just saying!

 

Only the first one is translated in English for the moment, sorry!

   

** Wow! I'm so happy about that, but it's no magic formula and it doesn't always work, sorry again! (I'm afraid God doesn't care for ready-made recipes) 

   
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Le test de l’eau du bain qui pue

Jan* de Belgique m’a écrit qu’après avoir morflé grave en milieu chrétien, il a quitté la foi (ce que font la large majorité des gens!!) 

Ça revient à jeter le bébé avec l’eau du bain! 

Pask wooo-oooh! Jésus et son fan-club: ce n’est pas pareil!! 

Que quelqu’un arrive à les confondre signifie qu’une chose: sa relation avec Christ est méchamment superficielle ou ne dépend que de sa fréquentation de l’église (ce qui revient au même). 

 

*Cherchez pas, ce n’est pas son vrai nom

 

Première pétée!

Petite exhortation à tous ceux qui débutent une vie avec Dieu:

Vous avez commencé une marche qui promet d’être incroyable et tellement belle… MAIS… à un moment ou l’autre de la balade, il vous faudra obligatoirement passer par un fameux village de croyants. Il brille de mille promesses merveilleuses. Vous escompterez naturellement en tirer moults réconforts et ressources pour la marche. Le nom de ce bled est “Déçu-des-chrétiens”. 

Autant vous avertir, vous allez en chier et tomber de haut… mais si vous arrivez néanmoins à faire la part des choses entre croyants et Dieu, à traverser ce village et poursuivre votre marche tout en gardant de l’amour pour le bled et Dieu (qui, je vous le répète, n’a rien à voir): vous serez alors assez forts pour affronter tout ce qui va suivre! Alors haut les coeurs et accrochez-vous, le voyage en vaut le détour!!

 

Et Jan…? ilan-néou?

Jan m’a dit qu’après avoir lu les trois premiers tomes de “Rendez-vous dans la forêt”, il s’est à nouveau réconcilié avec Christ*. J’étais trop content pour lui, (les rescapés sont rares!). Mais quand j’ai essayé de lui dire que tous les croyants ne sont pas comme ceux qu’il a rencontrés la première fois et qu’éventuellement… si ça ne le dérange pas, mais sans le commander!! et que s’il est d’accord… il pourrait, possiblement…euh, réessayer de fréquenter d’autres croyants…(?) RÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂ! (oulà, keskeu j’ai pas dit!) il m’a fait une crise d’épilepsie de panique!! Je l’ai aussitôt rassuré, en tentant de lui dire qu’oulà dsl, ce n’est pas si pressé! et que oui-oui, tout à fait, je comprends! et non-non on est d’accord: un pas après l’autre c’est très bien! …et que tranquille, pour l’instant ce qui compte c’est de s'enraciner dans une vraie relation avec Christ. Quand elle sera solide, alors il pourra à nouveau essayer de traverser le village pas si maudit que ça dans le fond (on y trouve parfois de bons troquets d’amitié éternelle et des pépites de Ciel incroyables!)

Mais bon easy (allez, respire lentement, vooooilà…), j’ai rien dit, ok?

 

* C’est total cool! mais ce n’est pas une recette miracle qui marche à coup sûr , dsl (je soupçonne Dieu de ne pas aimer les recettes toutes faites).

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Jackson* from Canada (and originally from Belgium, but who cares…) sent me a letter, telling me that after having been badly hurt in Christian circles, he had given up on his faith (it's what most people do!!).   

It comes down to throwing the baby out with the bathwater! 

'Coz, heyyy! Jesus and His fan club are two different things!! 

When we confuse them, it only shows how shallow our relationship with Christ is or that it only depends on the meetings we attend (which is the same in fact). 

 

 *Don't try figuring out who it is, it's not his real name

 First blow!

Small encouragement to all those who are just starting their walk with God. 

You've just started a promising journey, expecting to be amazed and thrilled… BUT… at one point or another you'll reach the well-known borough of believers. It shines with wonderful promises and you anticipate support and guidance for the journey. The name of the place is "Yulbe BC" (Battered by Christians).    

I might as well tell you right away that you're gonna be shoveling shit and experience brutal awakening… but if you can make the difference between believers and God to find your way through and carry on with your journey, while still loving both Yulbe and God (who, I repeat, has nothing to do with the problem), then you'll be strong enough to face anything that'll come your way! So, just hang in there 'coz it's worth it!! 

 

So… What about Jackson? 

Jackson told me that after reading the first three volumes of "Meet me in the Forest" *, he reconciled with God**. I was so glad for him, (survivors are rare!). But when I tried to tell him that all believers weren't like the ones he had already met and that maybe… if he didn't mind… no pressure… and if it was okay with him... he could, maybe… uh, try to see other believers…(?) AAAAAAAAAAARGH! (Well… tell me about it!) He had a panic attack!! I immediately tried to comfort him by telling him there was no emergency! And that, yes, of course, I understood! And no, I agreed: one step at a time was just perfect!... and that for the moment, the most important was to root himself in a true relationship with Christ. Only when it's solid enough, will he try to visit the not so doomed borough again (one can even find true eternal friendships there, and incredible nuggets from heaven!) 

But take it easy (breathe deeply, theeere you go…), I was just saying!

 

Only the first one is translated in English for the moment, sorry!

   

** Wow! I'm so happy about that, but it's no magic formula and it doesn't always work, sorry again! (I'm afraid God doesn't care for ready-made recipes) 

   
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  Jackson* from Canada (and originally from Belgium, but who cares…) sent me a letter, telling me that after having been badly hurt in Christian circles, he had given up on his faith (it’s what most people do!!).    It comes down … More… More…

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If we think that the gospel doesn’t interest this generation, we are wrong. When you see people following all sorts of creepy, magical and occult theories, don’t be impressed by how they act. They’re just like you and me, searching anywhere. They’d love to know Jesus personally, like we do...

 

See for yourselves with this letter I just received: 

 

Florence’s letter

 The video

Hi Alain, it’s Florence.

 

You are often in my thoughts since I saw one of your videos and I’ve been wanting to write to you for quite some time.

I listened to you when you shared your story and I was so impressed! 🤔 I started laughing as you talked, and crying at the same time! Anyway, it was just 😳.

For the first time, someone was telling me about God and Jesus, outside the mold of the church. 

 

Suffering 

I’ve been sick for eight years now, with a mysterious disease doctors can’t heal. I can’t walk or drive and I suffer from terrible stomach and back pain which cause me chronic fatigue. Alone at home all day all the time... I wanted to die. 

Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve always been looking for something but the advice I was given always led to the New Age with a bunch of therapists and experiments lacking meaning, power and most of all, love. All this was just destroying me and eventually my body totally let go. I didn’t understand what was happening to me. I resented God, mankind and the whole world! 

 

Click!

A couple of weeks ago, I was given a religious video that really triggered something. It was about prayer for the healing of the sick in Saint-Nicolas Deschamps, a church in Paris. For the first time I actually heard Christians say that the Holy Spirit comes to heal people. 

I don’t know what happened inside me, but I saw my whole life as on a screen and all the bullshit of these past experiments. I saw all the occult forces that had manipulated me through all this. It’s as if I hadn’t been aware of what my life was like before, and that suddenly, everything became clear. 

I know for sure I experienced grace. Jesus came to look for me in my darkness and my misery. 

 

Thirst

One thing leading to another, I searched the net and I found you. Your books, your comics, your humor and your simplicity. It really touched me.

20 years ago, I studied arts at the Beaux-Arts. I did some research on Christ dead in “The Descent from the Cross” without realizing He was already speaking to me then… It’s like pieces of the puzzle are falling into place for me now. 

All this is just to thank you. I’ve decided to treat myself with your books and comics. I’ll order them at the lowest price, not because they’re not worth more, but because I haven’t worked for 8 years and I do things according to my means. 😅

 

Your forest, my garden 

Thank you for thinking of me in your forest. I love nature too. For the moment I can’t enjoy it fully but I go in my garden and walk the 20 yards I can, to pray (or rather talk to someone) out loud. 

 

From the bottom of my heart Alain, thank you. Thank you Jesus. I love you both so much. Thank you for having spoken to me. 

Florence

My answer: 

Hello Florence

I couldn't help but have tears in my eyes as I was reading you. What the Lord is doing and how he manages to reach you in the midst of all your trials, is truly beautiful. 

 

A relationship with God is a spring of happiness. And it has been made available for us because of the sacrifice of His beloved Son. Without Him, it would be impossible for us to approach the One who loves us so much. 

I encourage you to persevere. Keep going in your garden, keep reading the Bible (starting with the New Testament). In the Bible God speaks big time. 

 

If you want to get my books, try ordering them in a bookstore in France, it’ll cost you less in postage than ordering them in Switzerland.

 

See you soon. 

 

Alain 

 


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On a tort de croire qu’un évangile vécu n'intéresse pas nos contemporains. Lorsque vous voyez les gens s’adonner à toutes sortes de théories chelous, magiques et occultes, ne soyez pas impressionnés par leurs pratiques. Ce sont juste des gens comme vous et moi qui cherchent où ils peuvent. Ils rêveraient de connaître Jésus personnellement comme nous…

 

Voyez vous-mêmes ce courrier que je viens de recevoir:

 

Courrier de Florence

 

La vidéo

Salut Alain, c’est Florence. Ça fait un petit moment que je veux t’écrire, car tu es souvent dans mes pensées depuis que j’ai vu une de tes vidéos. Je t'ai écouté témoigner sur ton parcours et ça m’a énormément interpellée!🤔 je me suis mise à rigoler en t’entendant et en même temps à pleurer, les deux à la fois! et pourtant c’était juste 😳. Pour la première fois, j’ai vu un gars qui me parlait de Dieu et de Jésus en dehors du moule de l’église.

La souffrance Je suis malade depuis huit ans d’une maladie mystérieuse que les médecins n’arrivent pas à soigner et qui me tient handicapée à la marche, à la conduite et me génère énormément de douleurs dans le ventre et le dos, ça me provoque de la fatigue chronique. La journée, je suis seule à la maison en permanence… j’ai cherché à mourir. 

Depuis que je suis toute petite, je cherchais quelque chose, mais les voies que l’on m’avait montrées étaient celles du New Age avec tout un tas de thérapeutes et d’expériences vides de sens, d’énergies et surtout d’amour. Toute cette période n’a fait que me détruire, jusqu’à ce que mon corps lâche totalement. Je n’ai pas compris ce qui m’arrivait. J’en ai voulu à Dieu, aux hommes et à la terre entière!

Déclic! Il y a quelques semaines, on m’a transmis une vidéo religieuse qui m’a fait comme un déclic. Il s’agit de la prière de guérison des malades à l’église Saint-Nicolas Deschamps à Paris. Pour la première fois, j’ai entendu des chrétiens parler à voix haute que le Saint Esprit venait guérir des personnes. 

Je ne sais pas ce qui s’est passé en moi, mais j’ai vu toute ma vie défiler avec toutes les conneries que représentaient ces expériences du passé. J’ai vu toutes les forces occultes qui avaient joué à travers moi via ces expériences. C’est comme si je n’avais pas eu conscience de mon vécu avant, et que d’un coup tout s’éclaire. 

Là je sais que j’ai vécu une grâce. Jésus est venu me parler, me chercher dans ma noirceur et ma misère.

Soif De fil en aiguille, j’ai cherché plein de choses sur le net. Et je suis tombée sur toi, tes livres, tes bd, ton humour et ta simplicité. Ça m’a vraiment touchée.

Il y a 20 ans, j’avais fait des études d’arts appliqués et Beaux-Arts. J’avais alors travaillé sur le Christ mort à la descente de la croix, mais je n’avais même pas compris ce qui me parlait à travers tout ça… C’est comme si plein de pièces du puzzle se mettent maintenant en place pour moi.

Tout ça pour te dire un grand merci. J’ai décidé de m’octroyer un petit budget pour commander tes livres et tes bd. Je les commanderais au tarif le moins élevé, non pas que cela n'ait pas plus de valeur pour moi, mais n’étant plus active depuis huit ans, je fais avec mes moyens. 😅

Ta forêt, mon jardin Je te remercie d’avoir une pensée pour moi dans ta forêt. Moi aussi j’aime la nature. Pour l’instant ce n’est plus possible d’y aller… Mais je sors dans mon jardin tous les matins en utilisant les 20 m de marche qui me sont possibles pour aller prier (ou plutôt parler à quelqu’un ) à voix haute. Merci du fond du cœur Alain, merci, merci Jésus. Je vous aime infiniment tous les deux, merci de m’avoir parlé. 

Florence

 

Ma réponse: 

Bonjour Florence

Je n'ai pas pu m'empêcher d'avoir les larmes aux yeux en te lisant. 

C'est tellement beau ce que le Seigneur fait avec toi et comme il arrive à te rejoindre dans toutes ces difficultés.

Il y a vraiment une source de bonheur dans le fait de pouvoir avoir cette relation avec Dieu. Elle nous est permise grâce au sacrifice de son Fils bien aimé. En effet, sans Lui, nous ne pourrions pas nous approcher de cet être qui nous aime tant. 

Je t'encourage à persévérer. A toujours aller dans ton jardin, à lire la Bible (commence par le Nouveau Testament) car Dieu y parle fort.

Si tu souhaites te procurer mes livres, essaie plutôt de les commander dans une librairie en France, cela te reviendra moins cher en frais postaux que de les commander en Suisse.

A bientôt 

Alain 

 

Live 24 : Le dernier email a touché bc de gens, bien que joyeux et bonne enfant, c'est un vibrant appel à faire le pas pour Jésus.

https://youtu.be/i6qerkbk5c8

 


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If we think that the gospel doesn’t interest this generation, we are wrong. When you see people following all sorts of creepy, magical and occult theories, don’t be impressed by how they act. They’re just like you and me, searching anywhere. They’d love to know Jesus personally, like we do...

 

See for yourselves with this letter I just received: 

 

Florence’s letter

 The video

Hi Alain, it’s Florence.

 

You are often in my thoughts since I saw one of your videos and I’ve been wanting to write to you for quite some time.

I listened to you when you shared your story and I was so impressed! 🤔 I started laughing as you talked, and crying at the same time! Anyway, it was just 😳.

For the first time, someone was telling me about God and Jesus, outside the mold of the church. 

 

Suffering 

I’ve been sick for eight years now, with a mysterious disease doctors can’t heal. I can’t walk or drive and I suffer from terrible stomach and back pain which cause me chronic fatigue. Alone at home all day all the time... I wanted to die. 

Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve always been looking for something but the advice I was given always led to the New Age with a bunch of therapists and experiments lacking meaning, power and most of all, love. All this was just destroying me and eventually my body totally let go. I didn’t understand what was happening to me. I resented God, mankind and the whole world! 

 

Click!

A couple of weeks ago, I was given a religious video that really triggered something. It was about prayer for the healing of the sick in Saint-Nicolas Deschamps, a church in Paris. For the first time I actually heard Christians say that the Holy Spirit comes to heal people. 

I don’t know what happened inside me, but I saw my whole life as on a screen and all the bullshit of these past experiments. I saw all the occult forces that had manipulated me through all this. It’s as if I hadn’t been aware of what my life was like before, and that suddenly, everything became clear. 

I know for sure I experienced grace. Jesus came to look for me in my darkness and my misery. 

 

Thirst

One thing leading to another, I searched the net and I found you. Your books, your comics, your humor and your simplicity. It really touched me.

20 years ago, I studied arts at the Beaux-Arts. I did some research on Christ dead in “The Descent from the Cross” without realizing He was already speaking to me then… It’s like pieces of the puzzle are falling into place for me now. 

All this is just to thank you. I’ve decided to treat myself with your books and comics. I’ll order them at the lowest price, not because they’re not worth more, but because I haven’t worked for 8 years and I do things according to my means. 😅

 

Your forest, my garden 

Thank you for thinking of me in your forest. I love nature too. For the moment I can’t enjoy it fully but I go in my garden and walk the 20 yards I can, to pray (or rather talk to someone) out loud. 

 

From the bottom of my heart Alain, thank you. Thank you Jesus. I love you both so much. Thank you for having spoken to me. 

Florence

My answer: 

Hello Florence

I couldn't help but have tears in my eyes as I was reading you. What the Lord is doing and how he manages to reach you in the midst of all your trials, is truly beautiful. 

 

A relationship with God is a spring of happiness. And it has been made available for us because of the sacrifice of His beloved Son. Without Him, it would be impossible for us to approach the One who loves us so much. 

I encourage you to persevere. Keep going in your garden, keep reading the Bible (starting with the New Testament). In the Bible God speaks big time. 

 

If you want to get my books, try ordering them in a bookstore in France, it’ll cost you less in postage than ordering them in Switzerland.

 

See you soon. 

 

Alain 

 


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In the New Age

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Charm of the night

The summer night has left the evening of its adolescence to enter the darkness of its maturity. Majestic and fully inspired, it extends its light veil of clouds, still hiding nothing of the nakedness of its immense and infinite starry sky. The full moon is at its zenith. Behind a delicate veil of cloud, it has the feline glance of a girl in love, who is pretending not to see you when she only has eyes for you… The breath at my window, invigorated by the subtle summer scents of the meadows is like arms wide open inviting me to share the moment. Pure beauty…! Much more peaceful than days, nights carry and spread the soft babbling dreams of the humans who have left the frenzy of their complicated world for a restful sleep.

Assisted by the silence of the universe and the chant of the inhabitants of the woods and the fields, it hums a relaxing, magical and hypnotic symphony that rocks us in its arms. 

The many mysteries of the night attract me. Surrendering to its charm, I decide to savor it in the forest. Except that today, it’s not the night I am meeting with but my son. 

 

The metal tribe

‘Coz my boy is performing a concert in the middle of the woods. In this odd location, along with Seb, his pal who plays the guitar, they will be taking part in a heavy metal (and stoner) festival. I’m so happy to be able to witness their progress and their artistic performance once again. I will also get to meet and mingle with his marginal friends, who over the years, have become mine as well. A whole tribe of regulars attend this kind of event. They’re at odds with a society that insistently tries to brainwash everyone, and they’re looking for something else. I so understand their cry, and actually, I do have “something else” in me. 

And if I enjoy the road leading me to them, it’s mainly due to the journey, because I’m not going on my own.

 

Tiptoeing away.

Exhausted by the day to come and unable to resist, my wife has already fallen asleep in her cozy bed. I kiss her goodnight and like a jolly little fellow on a good blow, I tiptoe away. 

I'm so used to the walls of my house that I don’t even see them anymore. It feels good leaving for someplace with no walls at all. Doing things the other way around, I enter outside and disappear in the night.

 

Trail in the night

There are several woods to cross before reaching my destination, so I take my car. I drive very slowly in order not to disturb the penetrating atmosphere of the place, windows wide open to absorb it better. The air is mild. Usually, at this time of night, I’m already in the fascinating land of dreams. And for sure, part of me is dreaming, even though I’m awake. I’m inclined to say it’s because of the immense presence of the humble person accompanying me. 

 

 Blessed journey 

God… Above all, this journey is an opportunity to spend a special moment with Him. Although He’s invisible, He’s so much more real and there, than any of my visible friends.

It’s the reason why the journey often becomes more important than the destination. 

Behind the wheel, with Him, I realize I’ve been longing for this moment all day. I slow down to make it last... 

I hadn’t even realized that I needed to get some apparently ordinary everyday matters off my chest. The relief that follows makes me understand that every situation I handed over had been a source of undetectable stress wrapped in some “make do” I hadn’t discerned. 

 

Lost !

There is no sign to show the way to the festival. (hahaha! I recognize the team’s erratic organization! Hmm, okay… I’m not the most focused person either and I might’ve missed it…). As I follow prehistoric paths, I have a doubt: Is it the wrong night or am I just lost? 

I turn the engine off, in order to hear my destination better... 

-Ah!!! On my left… music! Phew! 

The closer I get, the clearer it becomes. From below I can see multicolored light glowing from a cabin in a meadow. My deduction is that’s where I’m trying to go. 

-Hey! but I'm not heading in the right direction! 

The sound, making its way between hills and valleys, is playing tricks on me. Following my heart and the music, I take a most narrow and rocky path. Only when I come across some people on their way back, am I heartened.  

 

Concert

The first person I see when I reach the cabin is my son and his joy at my sight. I spot his sister immediately, my little darling, with her husband and my son’s young bride (they married a month ago). As I approach the stage, I joyfully say hello to all my buddies and all the long-haired youths I don’t really know but I do recognize. (Oh! how I love these kids!).

 

Beyond the audience

Super concert! The audience is unanimously admirative, though no one can see my son as completely as I do. They only enjoyed what blew up in their faces, when I could see deep inside him. 

To me, all his previous concerts are superimposed and I can appreciate them all, down to the very first one which occured in our small kitchen. Our bumblebee was just taking his first steps then, and started banging on pans for our greatest joy. 

I can still see him at six, his shining eyes lighting up ours the day we bought him his very first drums with what was left of our savings. 

I remember when as a kid he used to accompany me at church. I played the guitar and I was concerned that he might not be able to keep up with the beat (during our Saahsal* rehearsals, he’s the one worrying for me now...).

I can remember everything! When he was allowed to stay up late in order to follow our concerts or rehearsals and when, between two songs our former drummer taught him his secrets. 

I can still see the whole family scattered in the dawning audience, hidden in the crowd, to attend the first concert of his group who used to rehearse at home. Sure, the compliments were for them, but they made me even happier than if they had been for me. 

And long story short, I still have in heart (which works better than my mind), I have in heart practically all the gigs that followed.  

Arm in arm with my daughter, just like every time, we dance our joy of being there together. 

After hugging everyone warmly, I quietly slip away, softly sliding downhill to my cozy bed. Whatever dreams I am about to reach, I know they will never compete with the ones I’ve just left.  

 

A dad’s gaze 

I admit I might not be honest when speaking of my son... but I am, concerning what I feel. And what’s true is, had my son (or any other of my children) been physically or mentally disabled and totally unable to perform such artistic skills, I would’ve been just as proud. If all he had been able to make was a noodle necklace, I would wear it like a beautiful piece of jewelry. Because that’s what we dads are made of... 

– Isn’t that correct, my Dad/God who is in heaven? 

You’re like that, more than any of us. You’re there at every important moment of our lives. Careful not to disturb, mindful and discreet, you follow us everywhere... And hidden in the crowd, Your heart for Your children pounds even louder than mine. 

 

  *Saahsal is our band with my wife, my son Silas and 2 other friends.

To listen to Silas’ music:

https://silasauderset.bandcamp.com/releases

Mouche-miel (his “math-metal-cheese” band):

https://mouche-miel.bandcamp.com

Family Band & Co:

www.saahsal.com

 

Find more of the author’s meditations in his book

Meet me in the forest

First 30 pages for free here

 
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Le regard dans la nuit

Charme de la nuit

La nuit d’été a quitté le soir de son adolescence pour entrer dans sa maturité noire. Majestueuse et pleinement dans son rôle, elle étend son léger voile de nuages qui ne cache rien de la nudité de son ciel étoilé immense et infini. La pleine lune est à son zénith. Elle a le regard félin d’une fille amoureuse qui, entre un léger voile de nuée, fait mine de ne pas te voir alors qu’elle n’a d'œil que pour toi... L’air revivifiant, parfumé de subtiles senteurs des prés d’été parvenant à ma fenêtre telles des bras grands ouverts sont autant d’invitations à la rejoindre. Quelle beauté…! Bien plus sereine que le jour, la nuit contient et distille dans un doux babillage le rêve des humains qui déjà ont quitté la frénésie de leur monde compliqué pour un sommeil réparateur. 

 

Composant avec le silence de son univers intersidéral, le chant scandé des habitants des champs et des bois, elle ronronne une symphonie reposante, magique, hypnotique, pour mieux nous bercer dans ses bras.

La nuit me séduit par tant de mystères. N’étant pas insensible à ses avances, je m’en vais la rejoindre dans la profondeur de la forêt. Sauf qu’aujourd’hui, ce n’est pas avec elle que j’ai rendez-vous, mais avec mon fils.

 

La tribu métal

En effet, mon garçon donne un concert au milieu des bois. Avec Seb, son pote guitariste, ils se produisent tout à l’heure à un festival métal (et stoner) qui se déroule dans ce lieu insolite. Je me réjouis d’être une fois de plus le témoin de leur progrès et performance artistique. Je pourrais revoir et fraterniser avec ses potes marginaux qui, à force, sont aussi devenus les miens. C’est toute une tribu d'habitués qui peuple ce genre d'événement. Ils sont en rupture avec la société qui n’a de cesse de nous conditionner, et sont en recherche d’autre chose. Je comprends tellement leur cri, et j’ai justement en moi “autre chose”.

 

Si je me réjouis du chemin qui mène à eux, c’est surtout en raison du trajet, car en effet, je n’y vais pas seul.

 

Je m'éclipse

Épuisée par la journée à venir, mon épouse a déjà glissé dans le sommeil de son lit douillet sans pouvoir lui résister. Je l’embrasse sur le front et tel le joyeux brigand sur un bon coup, je m’éclipse sur la pointe des pieds.

C’est bon de quitter les murs de ma maison usés par mes yeux trop habitués à ne plus les voir, pour rejoindre un endroit qui ne contient aucune paroi. Faisant tout à l’envers, je sors par la porte d’entrée et je disparais dans la nuit. 

 

Chemin de nuit

je m’y rends en voiture, car il me faut traverser plusieurs forêts reliées entre elles pour parvenir à ma destination. C’est excessivement lentement que je roule dans ces bois pour ne pas perturber l’atmosphère pénétrante de ces lieux et la fenêtre grande ouverte pour mieux m’en imprégner. L’air est doux. Habituellement, à cette heure, je suis déjà parti pour le pays fascinant des rêves. Bien qu'éveillé, une partie de moi doit y être tout de même. Mais je pencherais pour dire que c’est un effet que produit l’immensité de l'humble Personne qui m’accompagne.

 

Trajet béni

Dieu… ce trajet est avant tout l’occasion d’un moment privilégié avec Lui. Il a beau être un Ami invisible, il est bien plus concret et présent que ne saurait l’être aucun autre de mes amis visibles.

C’est pourquoi, mes voyages sont devenus bien souvent plus importants que leur destination.

 

Assis avec Lui au volant de la voiture, je réalise que toute la journée, j’ai attendu et désiré cet instant. Je ralentis pour que dure encore davantage l’instant... 

Sans en être conscient avant, j’avais besoin de lui déballer quelques sujets du quotidien aux apparences anodines. Au soulagement que je ressens une fois confié, je comprends que tous contenaient une dose nuancée de stress imperceptible emballée dans du “faut faire avec” que je n’avais pas pris la peine de déceler avant.

 

Paumé!

Aucun panneau n’indique le festival. (Ah ah! je reconnais bien là l'organisation à l’arrache de c’t’équipe! hum, oui bon... n’étant pas non plus le mec le plus attentif à ce genre de détail, j’ai dû passer les indications sans les voir...). A mesure que je m’enfonce sur des chemins datant de la préhistoire, j’ai comme un doute: me suis-je trompé de nuit ou simplement paumé?

J'éteins mon moteur pour mieux écouter ma destination... 

-Ah!!! là sur la gauche...de la musique! ouf! 

Plus je m’en approche, plus c’est distinct. Depuis un contre bas, je vois un îlot de lumière multicolore émanant d’un chalet situé dans un pré. J’en conclus que ça doit être l’endroit où je tente de me rendre. 

-Ah! du coup, je ne suis pas dans la bonne direction! Le son se faufilant entre vallées et collines est trompeur, et me joue des tours. Au feeling et au son, j'emprunte un chemin étroit et accidenté au possible. Ce n’est que lorsque je croise des personnes qui en reviennent que je me sens enfin rassuré.

 

Concert

Mon fils et sa joie de me voir est une des premières personnes que je vois en arrivant au chalet. Je repère aussitôt sa sœur, ma petite chérie, avec son mari et la jeune épouse de mon garçon (ils se sont mariés il y a un mois). Je croise et salue, dans une exclamation de joie, mes potes et toutes ces têtes d’habitués que je reconnais sans pour autant les connaître, et à mesure que je m’approche de la scène, tous ses jeunes poilus au long cheveux (purée c’est dingue comme je les aime ces gamins!).

 

Au-delà du public

Super concert! Si le public est unanime d’admiration, personne ne voit mon fils aussi bien que moi. Ils ne peuvent apprécier que ce qu’ils se ramassent dans la face, alors que moi je le vois en profondeur. 

Je peux apprécier en superposé tous ses concerts précédents et même depuis celui de ses débuts. Il doit coïncider avec ses premiers pas, et c’était dans notre étroite cuisine, quand ce petit bout de chou tapait sur des casseroles pour notre plus grand bonheur. 

Puis, je revois ses yeux émerveillés d’enfant de 6 ans allumant les nôtres, lorsque nous lui avons acheté sa toute première batterie avec ce qui restait de nos économies. 

Je me rappelle quand, haut comme trois pommes, il m’accompagnait à l’église. Je jouais de la guitare et je m'inquiétais alors de savoir s’il parviendrait à tenir le rythme jusqu’au bout (dire que maintenant, lors de nos répètes Saahsal* c’est lui qui a repris ce souci à mon égard...). 

Je me rappelle de tout! Quand il avait le droit de veiller tard, afin de suivre nos concerts/répètes et qu’entre deux morceaux notre ancien batteur lui révélait ses secrets. 

Puis je nous revois avec toute la famille, éparpillés dans son public naissant, cachés dans la foule pour suivre le premier concert de son groupe qui répétait à la maison. 

Les compliments du public avaient beau leur être adressés, ils me faisaient plus plaisir que s’ils m’étaient directement adressés.

Et pour faire court, j’ai en coeur (qui marche mieux que ma tête) aussi quasi toutes les représentations qui ont suivi…  

Avec ma fille bras dessus bras dessous, ce soir comme les autres, nous dansons sans rien retenir notre joie d’être ensemble en cet endroit.

 

Après avoir chaleureusement embrassé tout le monde, je me suis doucement éclipsé pour glisser en bas des collines et atterrir blotti dans mon lit. Quels que soient les rêves que je vais rejoindre, je sais qu’ils auront peine à rivaliser avec ceux que je viens de vivre.

 

Le regard des papas

Suis-je objectif lorsque je parle de mon fils? probablement pas (j’avoue)... mais je le suis avec ce que je ressens. Car il est vrai que, si mon fils, (lui ou n’importe lequel de ses frère et soeurs), avait été handicapé moteur ou mental, incapable de telles prouesses artistiques, je n’en aurais pas été moins fier. Et si alors, tout ce qu’il était capable de faire n'était rien de plus qu’un collier de nouilles, je le porterais comme une parure. Car voilà... nous autres les papas nous sommes faits de ce bois.

- Pas vrai Papa/Dieu qui est dans les cieux? 

Toi encore plus qu’aucun d'entre nous. Tu es là à chacun de nos moments de vie importants. Et malgré que tu déploies des trésors de discrétion pour ne pas nous déranger, tu nous suis partout... Et caché dans le public, ton cœur pour tes enfants vibre des milliers de fois plus fort que le mien.

   

*Saahsal est le groupe où je joue avec mon épouse, mon fils Silas et 2 autres amis, saahsal.com

 

Pour écouter les compos de Silas:

https://silasauderset.bandcamp.com/releases

Mouche-miel (son groupe de math-métal-fromage):

https://mouche-miel.bandcamp.com

 

Groupe famille and co:

www.saahsal.com

 

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Charm of the night

The summer night has left the evening of its adolescence to enter the darkness of its maturity. Majestic and fully inspired, it extends its light veil of clouds, still hiding nothing of the nakedness of its immense and infinite starry sky. The full moon is at its zenith. Behind a delicate veil of cloud, it has the feline glance of a girl in love, who is pretending not to see you when she only has eyes for you… The breath at my window, invigorated by the subtle summer scents of the meadows is like arms wide open inviting me to share the moment. Pure beauty…! Much more peaceful than days, nights carry and spread the soft babbling dreams of the humans who have left the frenzy of their complicated world for a restful sleep.

Assisted by the silence of the universe and the chant of the inhabitants of the woods and the fields, it hums a relaxing, magical and hypnotic symphony that rocks us in its arms. 

The many mysteries of the night attract me. Surrendering to its charm, I decide to savor it in the forest. Except that today, it’s not the night I am meeting with but my son. 

 

The metal tribe

‘Coz my boy is performing a concert in the middle of the woods. In this odd location, along with Seb, his pal who plays the guitar, they will be taking part in a heavy metal (and stoner) festival. I’m so happy to be able to witness their progress and their artistic performance once again. I will also get to meet and mingle with his marginal friends, who over the years, have become mine as well. A whole tribe of regulars attend this kind of event. They’re at odds with a society that insistently tries to brainwash everyone, and they’re looking for something else. I so understand their cry, and actually, I do have “something else” in me. 

And if I enjoy the road leading me to them, it’s mainly due to the journey, because I’m not going on my own.

 

Tiptoeing away.

Exhausted by the day to come and unable to resist, my wife has already fallen asleep in her cozy bed. I kiss her goodnight and like a jolly little fellow on a good blow, I tiptoe away. 

I'm so used to the walls of my house that I don’t even see them anymore. It feels good leaving for someplace with no walls at all. Doing things the other way around, I enter outside and disappear in the night.

 

Trail in the night

There are several woods to cross before reaching my destination, so I take my car. I drive very slowly in order not to disturb the penetrating atmosphere of the place, windows wide open to absorb it better. The air is mild. Usually, at this time of night, I’m already in the fascinating land of dreams. And for sure, part of me is dreaming, even though I’m awake. I’m inclined to say it’s because of the immense presence of the humble person accompanying me. 

 

 Blessed journey 

God… Above all, this journey is an opportunity to spend a special moment with Him. Although He’s invisible, He’s so much more real and there, than any of my visible friends.

It’s the reason why the journey often becomes more important than the destination. 

Behind the wheel, with Him, I realize I’ve been longing for this moment all day. I slow down to make it last... 

I hadn’t even realized that I needed to get some apparently ordinary everyday matters off my chest. The relief that follows makes me understand that every situation I handed over had been a source of undetectable stress wrapped in some “make do” I hadn’t discerned. 

 

Lost !

There is no sign to show the way to the festival. (hahaha! I recognize the team’s erratic organization! Hmm, okay… I’m not the most focused person either and I might’ve missed it…). As I follow prehistoric paths, I have a doubt: Is it the wrong night or am I just lost? 

I turn the engine off, in order to hear my destination better... 

-Ah!!! On my left… music! Phew! 

The closer I get, the clearer it becomes. From below I can see multicolored light glowing from a cabin in a meadow. My deduction is that’s where I’m trying to go. 

-Hey! but I'm not heading in the right direction! 

The sound, making its way between hills and valleys, is playing tricks on me. Following my heart and the music, I take a most narrow and rocky path. Only when I come across some people on their way back, am I heartened.  

 

Concert

The first person I see when I reach the cabin is my son and his joy at my sight. I spot his sister immediately, my little darling, with her husband and my son’s young bride (they married a month ago). As I approach the stage, I joyfully say hello to all my buddies and all the long-haired youths I don’t really know but I do recognize. (Oh! how I love these kids!).

 

Beyond the audience

Super concert! The audience is unanimously admirative, though no one can see my son as completely as I do. They only enjoyed what blew up in their faces, when I could see deep inside him. 

To me, all his previous concerts are superimposed and I can appreciate them all, down to the very first one which occured in our small kitchen. Our bumblebee was just taking his first steps then, and started banging on pans for our greatest joy. 

I can still see him at six, his shining eyes lighting up ours the day we bought him his very first drums with what was left of our savings. 

I remember when as a kid he used to accompany me at church. I played the guitar and I was concerned that he might not be able to keep up with the beat (during our Saahsal* rehearsals, he’s the one worrying for me now...).

I can remember everything! When he was allowed to stay up late in order to follow our concerts or rehearsals and when, between two songs our former drummer taught him his secrets. 

I can still see the whole family scattered in the dawning audience, hidden in the crowd, to attend the first concert of his group who used to rehearse at home. Sure, the compliments were for them, but they made me even happier than if they had been for me. 

And long story short, I still have in heart (which works better than my mind), I have in heart practically all the gigs that followed.  

Arm in arm with my daughter, just like every time, we dance our joy of being there together. 

After hugging everyone warmly, I quietly slip away, softly sliding downhill to my cozy bed. Whatever dreams I am about to reach, I know they will never compete with the ones I’ve just left.  

 

A dad’s gaze 

I admit I might not be honest when speaking of my son... but I am, concerning what I feel. And what’s true is, had my son (or any other of my children) been physically or mentally disabled and totally unable to perform such artistic skills, I would’ve been just as proud. If all he had been able to make was a noodle necklace, I would wear it like a beautiful piece of jewelry. Because that’s what we dads are made of... 

– Isn’t that correct, my Dad/God who is in heaven? 

You’re like that, more than any of us. You’re there at every important moment of our lives. Careful not to disturb, mindful and discreet, you follow us everywhere... And hidden in the crowd, Your heart for Your children pounds even louder than mine. 

 

  *Saahsal is our band with my wife, my son Silas and 2 other friends.

To listen to Silas’ music:

https://silasauderset.bandcamp.com/releases

Mouche-miel (his “math-metal-cheese” band):

https://mouche-miel.bandcamp.com

Family Band & Co:

www.saahsal.com

 

Find more of the author’s meditations in his book

Meet me in the forest

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