How I rediscovered the 'zero degree of science'
Eugene, Oregon, summer 1982. I live in an appartment that I share with my buddy Bill Jefferson. I am taking some summer courses at U of O. ‘Italian’ and ‘North American Indians’ with Hellen Rowell. The entire building where I live is made of wood. I hear the steps of the people who live on top of us. It is a beautiful summer and everything is all right except for one thing. In the night, when I sleep, with all the lights off, I have strange visions. I get somewhat dizzy in my eyes when I look at a strange moving mass of color that clings to the ceiling on top of my bed, changing hues constantly from ochre to rose to purple and then back to yellow. This thing that seems to possess a life of its own, seething with energy, is very reactive. As if it had two switching poles of positive and negative energy which attracted and repelled themselves. Makes me evoke two snakes each one trying to bite their partners tail… (At that time I did not know the Chinese sign of Ying and Yang which seems to depict the same phenomenon). The ‘thing’ happens almost all the nights. In theory I do not know what it is because I don’t even know how to call it.[1] But in the practice, I mean, the visual contact with it, I do know that its origin is the couple who lives in that apartment on top. I know that their bodies project these firelights in the heat of sexual intercourse. When I move out to the center of Eugene I experience the same. I tell myself that there is not a chance in town to get rid of those horny student couples and their firelights on top of my bed. Strange waters of light illuminating with their eerie glowing hues the ceiling of my bedroom every night. The time passed…
In February 1983 I return to Caracas after five years spent studying in the USA. I get my BA in anthropology but somehow I know that I won’t be able to work in my country. I try to find a job without success. In 1984 my brother in law convinces me to go to France to continue my studies in anthropology and archeology. But French is a complex language which demands more dedication to learn than I expected. Finally I start classes at Paris I in october 1985. (What a cold winter!) But I don’t have enough money and I am forced to leave the country in august 1986 (the ‘Pasqua laws’). Come back to Caracas by ship via Madrid, Bilbao, La Guaira. Two years later I decide to come back to Paris to finish the job. It will take me three years (from October 1988 to November 1991). It is during that time that takes place the event I am going to describe.
Chateauneuf de Grasse, july 9 1990. I am enjoying a summer vacation at my sister's house: Villa Manita. This is the second and last summer that I am going to spend in this nice place, very close to the town of Opio. My brother in law has a nice dog, a boxer called Duke with which I like to run and play. But my sister has cats. She loves a distanced black cat called 'Mishu', a 'bon vivant' who lives a life of suave indolence. Mishu likes to hunt the hens and chickens of a nearby farm. He will die soon, poisoned by the farmers. And there is also 'Clochette' (little bell): a completely white cat who came a day from nowhere and decided to stay forever. The opposite pole of Mishu, Clochette likes to be hugged and loves the legs of everybody in the house.
There is a swimming pool in the garden and I sleep in a little hutt in front of it. So the cats come very often to say hello in their night cruisings. I always sleep with the door open and enjoy the beautiful nocturnal landscape: a starry sky as I have never seen before.
One of those nights, after having watched TV till about 2 AM, I finally go to bed. It’s a 'no moon at all' night and I feel dazzled when I step into the garden and I see the incredible glow of the stars above me. I go back to the hutt and fall asleep very soon. Some time later I wake up. I have Clochette sleeping between my feet. Suddenly I seem to perceive a strange movement of light in front of me. Every time that I want to focus it disappears. But I realize that I can fix it with an indirect stare. I push up myself with my arms and rest my neck on the wall and start watching something incredible.
It's just like a thin thread of light that wants to keep away from my eye field. This thread is linked to the sky: makes one with the glowing light of the stars. It is very fine in its lowest part and expands to embrace the glowing vault of the night in its highest part. I stay there like hipnotised by the light. I start asking myself about its origin. I look at Clochette sleeping and wonder. Suddenly I have a flash. I see the image of a seated white cat and red lines (five, maybe six) coming out of him like jets.2] Now the cat wakes up and goes away fast as if he had remembered something very important. A secret rendez-vous... I go back to sleep. And I keep my experience and my vision to myself.
Next is the description I make of the phenomenon fifteen years later.
[1] The irony about it is: I could not talk of this to anybody because it fell completely out of my dictionary (again ‘competence’). At the time I ignored everything about astral bodies. And I felt repelled by the esoterical genre which I always considered unserious and despicable in the same way as the horoscopes of the varieties magazines.
Eugene, Oregon, summer 1982. I live in an appartment that I share with my buddy Bill Jefferson. I am taking some summer courses at U of O. ‘Italian’ and ‘North American Indians’ with Hellen Rowell. The entire building where I live is made of wood. I hear the steps of the people who live on top of us. It is a beautiful summer and everything is all right except for one thing. In the night, when I sleep, with all the lights off, I have strange visions. I get somewhat dizzy in my eyes when I look at a strange moving mass of color that clings to the ceiling on top of my bed, changing hues constantly from ochre to rose to purple and then back to yellow. This thing that seems to possess a life of its own, seething with energy, is very reactive. As if it had two switching poles of positive and negative energy which attracted and repelled themselves. Makes me evoke two snakes each one trying to bite their partners tail… (At that time I did not know the Chinese sign of Ying and Yang which seems to depict the same phenomenon). The ‘thing’ happens almost all the nights. In theory I do not know what it is because I don’t even know how to call it.[1] But in the practice, I mean, the visual contact with it, I do know that its origin is the couple who lives in that apartment on top. I know that their bodies project these firelights in the heat of sexual intercourse. When I move out to the center of Eugene I experience the same. I tell myself that there is not a chance in town to get rid of those horny student couples and their firelights on top of my bed. Strange waters of light illuminating with their eerie glowing hues the ceiling of my bedroom every night. The time passed…
In February 1983 I return to Caracas after five years spent studying in the USA. I get my BA in anthropology but somehow I know that I won’t be able to work in my country. I try to find a job without success. In 1984 my brother in law convinces me to go to France to continue my studies in anthropology and archeology. But French is a complex language which demands more dedication to learn than I expected. Finally I start classes at Paris I in october 1985. (What a cold winter!) But I don’t have enough money and I am forced to leave the country in august 1986 (the ‘Pasqua laws’). Come back to Caracas by ship via Madrid, Bilbao, La Guaira. Two years later I decide to come back to Paris to finish the job. It will take me three years (from October 1988 to November 1991). It is during that time that takes place the event I am going to describe.
Chateauneuf de Grasse, july 9 1990. I am enjoying a summer vacation at my sister's house: Villa Manita. This is the second and last summer that I am going to spend in this nice place, very close to the town of Opio. My brother in law has a nice dog, a boxer called Duke with which I like to run and play. But my sister has cats. She loves a distanced black cat called 'Mishu', a 'bon vivant' who lives a life of suave indolence. Mishu likes to hunt the hens and chickens of a nearby farm. He will die soon, poisoned by the farmers. And there is also 'Clochette' (little bell): a completely white cat who came a day from nowhere and decided to stay forever. The opposite pole of Mishu, Clochette likes to be hugged and loves the legs of everybody in the house.
There is a swimming pool in the garden and I sleep in a little hutt in front of it. So the cats come very often to say hello in their night cruisings. I always sleep with the door open and enjoy the beautiful nocturnal landscape: a starry sky as I have never seen before.
One of those nights, after having watched TV till about 2 AM, I finally go to bed. It’s a 'no moon at all' night and I feel dazzled when I step into the garden and I see the incredible glow of the stars above me. I go back to the hutt and fall asleep very soon. Some time later I wake up. I have Clochette sleeping between my feet. Suddenly I seem to perceive a strange movement of light in front of me. Every time that I want to focus it disappears. But I realize that I can fix it with an indirect stare. I push up myself with my arms and rest my neck on the wall and start watching something incredible.
It's just like a thin thread of light that wants to keep away from my eye field. This thread is linked to the sky: makes one with the glowing light of the stars. It is very fine in its lowest part and expands to embrace the glowing vault of the night in its highest part. I stay there like hipnotised by the light. I start asking myself about its origin. I look at Clochette sleeping and wonder. Suddenly I have a flash. I see the image of a seated white cat and red lines (five, maybe six) coming out of him like jets.2] Now the cat wakes up and goes away fast as if he had remembered something very important. A secret rendez-vous... I go back to sleep. And I keep my experience and my vision to myself.
Next is the description I make of the phenomenon fifteen years later.
[1] The irony about it is: I could not talk of this to anybody because it fell completely out of my dictionary (again ‘competence’). At the time I ignored everything about astral bodies. And I felt repelled by the esoterical genre which I always considered unserious and despicable in the same way as the horoscopes of the varieties magazines.
2] I was watching the destiny of Clochette: his violent death. Furthermore, his image corresponded, matched perfectly with the images of antylopes (cervidés et bovidés) painted on certain caves of Northern Europe which I studied in a course of 'Parietal Art' at La Sorbonne. Cf. André Leroy-Gourham.
Regarding the fundaments of the Universal Culture:
The secret of the invisibility of the astral body
The astral body is a luminic essence which constitutes the soul of the animals, including man. It is called astral body because its light seems to be the same as the light coming from the cosmos and that we observe so clearly the nigths of New Moon. When the animal sleeps his astral body comes out through the nostrils and resembles a cord of light connected to the light of the stars of the celestial vault. The cord is very thin when it comes out of the nose of the animal and totally opened at the top because makes one with the starlight that illuminates the night.
The astral body of the cat is made out of a very subtle light. In an urban environment it is probably impossible to visualize it because of the light (luminic) contamination. But in a rural environment, far from the hyper-illuminated cosmopolis, it is possible to watch it. For that, it is necessary to capt the animal sleeping during a moonless night.
The major obstacle for the perception of the subtle light, or should I say, the light cord of the sleeping animal soul, is the complementary nature of the lights. That is to say, if any source of light is present, then the AB incorporates it and disappears. It becomes invisible because integrates, becomes one with the outer light. It is necessary to isolate the light of the astral body. But how?
The great obstacle for the visualisation of the AB would be the complementary nature that man shares with the same AB of the cat. Because the man who wishes to perceive it is also a cosmic entity made of light. Between the astral light of the animal and the astral light of the human soul committed to watch it takes place a phenomenon which derives from physycal laws. Electricity and/or magnetism.
When somebody wants to focus an undetermined body or object in his eye field he makes an effort so with his eyes as with his mind which places his natural electricity or magnetism in the negative plane. To be able to see the AB it is necessary to keep oneself in a state of serene tranquillity. Total relax. The smallest effort to focalise makes it react and hide its subtle light. And where can it hide? In the sides of the eye field of the observer.
Does it mean that the light of the AB may integrate itself to the environmental light as well as the 'light' (in the sense of natural currents) of the human psyche? No, it just may interact (like positive-negative) with man and camouflage with other sources of light. It is always isolable by a prepared observer. Because, even though there is no light contamination in the environment, the AB may fool any committed observer.
If we succeed to isolate those two obstacles, the environment and the mind, we have access to the primeval vision of the universal wisedom of all times, the zero degree of science.
The secret of the invisibility of the astral body
The astral body is a luminic essence which constitutes the soul of the animals, including man. It is called astral body because its light seems to be the same as the light coming from the cosmos and that we observe so clearly the nigths of New Moon. When the animal sleeps his astral body comes out through the nostrils and resembles a cord of light connected to the light of the stars of the celestial vault. The cord is very thin when it comes out of the nose of the animal and totally opened at the top because makes one with the starlight that illuminates the night.
The astral body of the cat is made out of a very subtle light. In an urban environment it is probably impossible to visualize it because of the light (luminic) contamination. But in a rural environment, far from the hyper-illuminated cosmopolis, it is possible to watch it. For that, it is necessary to capt the animal sleeping during a moonless night.
The major obstacle for the perception of the subtle light, or should I say, the light cord of the sleeping animal soul, is the complementary nature of the lights. That is to say, if any source of light is present, then the AB incorporates it and disappears. It becomes invisible because integrates, becomes one with the outer light. It is necessary to isolate the light of the astral body. But how?
The great obstacle for the visualisation of the AB would be the complementary nature that man shares with the same AB of the cat. Because the man who wishes to perceive it is also a cosmic entity made of light. Between the astral light of the animal and the astral light of the human soul committed to watch it takes place a phenomenon which derives from physycal laws. Electricity and/or magnetism.
When somebody wants to focus an undetermined body or object in his eye field he makes an effort so with his eyes as with his mind which places his natural electricity or magnetism in the negative plane. To be able to see the AB it is necessary to keep oneself in a state of serene tranquillity. Total relax. The smallest effort to focalise makes it react and hide its subtle light. And where can it hide? In the sides of the eye field of the observer.
Does it mean that the light of the AB may integrate itself to the environmental light as well as the 'light' (in the sense of natural currents) of the human psyche? No, it just may interact (like positive-negative) with man and camouflage with other sources of light. It is always isolable by a prepared observer. Because, even though there is no light contamination in the environment, the AB may fool any committed observer.
If we succeed to isolate those two obstacles, the environment and the mind, we have access to the primeval vision of the universal wisedom of all times, the zero degree of science.
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