2025, a Page Odyssey

In every way, 2025 has been a difficult year, both in terms of abrupt realisations and significant events. As a result, I've had far less time to read.

The following selection does not include the Harry Potter saga, which I've revisited in its entirety as audiobooks, with the voices of Bernard Giraudeau (volumes 1-4) and Dominique Collignon-Maurin (volumes 5-7). These two amazing French actors (both now deceased) added extra depth to the story without ever constraining the imagination, unlike the movie adaptations, which sadly did exactly that.

Also absent is the continuation of the comic book adaptation of Le Paris des Merveilles, a series of French novels by Pierre Pevel, which seemed compromised by the sudden passing of Étienne Willem, who had produced about fifteen strips. Little did we know of Capia’s talent, a young Belgian illustrator who brilliantly took up her predecessor's graphic style, much to our delight. Even so, it is still hard to come to terms with the fact that French-language book fairs will never be the same without the late pipe-smoking, kilted Belgian illustrator who always looked as if he had just stepped straight out of one of his own comic books.

I also enjoyed reading the graphic novel adaptation of the first volume of La Passeuse de mots, a French fantasy series, although I still haven't finished volume 4 because the story has become so boring. Yet the first two were so exciting. That's often the issue with series. Not so with J.K. Rowling’s, though, as she always knows exactly where she is going and how to keep the reader in thrall until the very last page.

1. The Hallmarked Man

A dismembered corpse is discovered in the vault of a silver shop. The police initially believe it to be that of a convicted armed robber - but not everyone agrees with that theory. One of them is Decima Mullins, who calls on the help of private detective Cormoran Strike as she's certain the body in the silver vault was that of her boyfriend - the father of her newborn baby - who suddenly and mysteriously disappeared. 
The more Strike and his business partner Robin Ellacott delve into the case, the more labyrinthine it gets. The silver shop is no ordinary one: it's located beside Freemasons' Hall and specialises in Masonic silverware. And in addition to the armed robber and Decima's boyfriend, it becomes clear that there are other missing men who could fit the profile of the body in the vault. 
As the case becomes ever more complicated and dangerous, Strike faces another quandary. Robin seems increasingly committed to her boyfriend, policeman Ryan Murphy, but the impulse to declare his own feelings for her is becoming stronger than ever.

Robert Galbraith, 2025 - Sphere Books - 1072 pages

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As I mentioned earlier, J.K. Rowling is one of the very few authors whose sagas never disappoint me. And this eighth instalment in the Cormoran Strike crime series (published under the pen name Robert Galbraith) is no exception to the rule. However, I found it far less compelling than the previous one, in which Robin infiltrated a cult, only to narrowly escape, though not entirely unscathed. Her trauma continues to haunt her in this new episode. This is precisely what makes this saga so appealing, combining complex investigations and twists and turns galore with the evolution of an equally complicated relationship between the two protagonists, making the most of the ’slow burn’ technique. It's clear that without these larger-than-life (and fallible) characters — much more endearing than a Miss Marple or Sherlock Holmes of yesteryear — the series would certainly lose all its appeal.

What can I say without giving away the plot?

First of all, it's better to be fluent in English or in any language other than French, since Grasset, the publisher of the series in France, is apparently at odds with the author's political views on social media and has put the release of the last two volumes on hold — even though they are bestsellers worldwide. Welcome to Wokistan, the kingdom of the self-proclaimed ‘awake’. 

Despite the brief outlines on the back cover, Freemasons aren't really at the heart of the story. But shhh, I will say no more. Paedophilia, on the other hand... human trafficking... cancel culture... manipulation... corruption within the police force... You should always judge a book by its cover. Except for Cormoran and Robin, of course. 

Can't wait for book 9!

2. The Institute

In the middle of the night, in a house on a quiet street in suburban Minneapolis, intruders silently murder Luke Ellis’s parents and load him into a black SUV. The operation takes less than two minutes. Luke will wake up at The Institute, in a room that looks just like his own, except there’s no window. And outside his door are other doors, behind which are other kids with special talents—telekinesis and telepathy—who got to this place the same way Luke did: Kalisha, Nick, George, Iris, and ten-year-old Avery Dixon. They are all in Front Half. Others, Luke learns, graduated to Back Half, “like the roach motel,” Kalisha says. “You check in, but you don’t check out.”
In this most sinister of institutions, the director, Mrs. Sigsby, and her staff are ruthlessly dedicated to extracting from these children the force of their extranormal gifts. There are no scruples here. If you go along, you get tokens for the vending machines. If you don’t, punishment is brutal. As each new victim disappears to Back Half, Luke becomes more and more desperate to get out and get help. But no one has ever escaped from the Institute.
As psychically terrifying as Firestarter, and with the spectacular kid power of It, The Institute is Stephen King’s gut-wrenchingly dramatic story of good vs. evil in a world where the good guys don’t always win.

Stephen King, 2019 - Scribner - 576 pages

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It's no secret that Stephen King has long been one of my favourite authors. That said, over time and given his extraordinary productivity, I've lost track of his rather inconsistent bibliography. And his tendency always to explore the same themes and the same types of characters even became tiresome. That's how I had completely missed this gem, originally published in 2020, which marks the return of the master of horror at his best. No fantasy or supernatural elements this time, though, but the exposure of real-life monsters. Not the kind that lurks in the sewers, preying on little children (It), but those who take them away from home during their sleep and torture them in the name of the public interest and patriotic sacrifice for the common good (sic). It's sickening.

Where some mention references to mind control projects such as MK Ultra (now declassified), it seems to me that the activities of this secret institute are more closely related to a secret programme run by the US military for decades (during the Cold War until the 1990s) that used 'psychoenergetics ‘ — psychokinesis, telepathy and, most prominently in the case of the now infamous Fort Meade experiment in the 1970s, ’remote viewing' —  to collect intelligence. As part of Project Stargate, the collective name for a series of programmes with code names like Grill Frame and Sun Streak, the US government was training an army of telepaths. Or, at least, they were trying to.

Notably, an 8-episode mini-series adaptation aired this summer on HBO. Although the actors were all excellent and the script remained fairly faithful to the novel, some of the plot shortcuts struck me as questionable, especially since they robbed the story of all its tension. In addition, many elements have been toned down to appeal to a teenage audience, and the children look much older than in King's story. I'd therefore recommend reading the book instead.

3. Caraval

Wecome to Caraval, where nothing is quite what it seems...
Scarlett has never left the tiny isle of Trisda, pining from afar for the wonder of Caraval, a once-a-year week-long performance where the audience participates in the show.
Caraval is Magic. Mystery. Adventure. And for Scarlett and her beloved sister Tella it represents freedom and an escape from their ruthless, abusive father.
When the sisters' long-awaited invitations to Caraval finally arrive, it seems their dreams have come true. But no sooner have they arrived than Tella vanishes, kidnapped by the show's mastermind organiser, Legend.
Scarlett has been told that everything that happens during Caraval is only an elaborate performance. But nonetheless she quickly becomes enmeshed in a dangerous game of love, magic and heartbreak. And real or not, she must find Tella before the game is over, and her sister disappears forever.

Stephanie Garber, 2018 - Gollancz - 1552 pages

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I admit it: I've always hated cheesy romance. And that's not what the Caraval trilogy (or quadrilogy, if you count the ‘bonus’ novella) is, even though it's labelled ‘fantasy romance’. Aimed at a ‘young adult’ audience, it's a far cry from the steamy — bordering on hardcore — erotica of Karen Marie Moning's Fever series, which is marketed under the same label. 

A carnivalesque, theatrical world that immediately reminds me of Tim Burton's films, but also more specifically of Ciro Marchetti's illustrations —  particularly his Oracle of Visions. In fact, the second and third instalments feature divination cards, as well as a rather roguish Jack of Hearts. 

My take on these novels probably has nothing to do with the author's intended message, but I couldn't help drawing parallels with the Matrix simulation. Again, I can't elaborate without potentially spoiling the plot. The main theme revolves around false pretences, projections, dreams within dreams and, in a larger sense, the nature of what we call ‘reality’. It's a shame the last volume fails to maintain consistency, but as I said above, this seems to be a recurring issue inherent to many sagas.

4. The Secret of Secrets

Robert Langdon, esteemed professor of symbology, travels to Prague to attend a groundbreaking lecture by Katherine Solomon—a prominent noetic scientist with whom he has recently begun a relationship. Katherine is on the verge of publishing an explosive book that contains startling discoveries about the nature of human consciousness and threatens to disrupt centuries of established belief. But a brutal murder catapults the trip into chaos, and Katherine suddenly disappears along with her manuscript. Langdon finds himself targeted by a powerful organization and hunted by a chilling assailant sprung from Prague's most ancient mythology. As the plot expands into London and New York, Langdon desperately searches for Katherine . . . and for answers. In a thrilling race through the dual worlds of futuristic science and mystical lore, he uncovers a shocking truth about a secret project that will forever change the way we think about the human mind.

Dan Brown, 2025 - Bantam Books - 688 pages

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I must confess that I enjoy Dan Brown's books as a way to escape the tedious routine of my daily Matrix life. However, since the publication of The Da Vinci Code in 2003, I soon realised that there's nothing more to it than pure entertainment, capitalising on the esoteric conspiracy theories made popular by the events of 9/11. 

After an eight-year hiatus and 250 million books sold, the formula still works, making Dan Brown one of the most widely read (and best-selling) authors in the world. It's mind-boggling to see all the anti-leak measures surrounding the global release of this new instalment of the adventures of Professor Robert Langdon. For eight months, the translators had to work in "a secret location, some kind of bunker" without access to the internet. Every evening, they had to leave their papers "in a secure safe in a locked room". And once the books were printed, they were locked away "in rooms guarded by security night and day".

Incidentally, the Secret of Secrets is about an important manuscript that was stolen from a publisher's premises. Regarding the French translation, it is best to read the original English version if possible, as the translation is riddled with errors. In the opening scene, the character involved changes gender every other sentence, making it difficult to understand. It's unacceptable that no proofreading was done before publication.

As for the story itself, the theme is strangely reminiscent of The Institute, but unlike King's story, which is much more down-to-earth, Brown is much into happy endings, where the bad guys aren't really that bad after all. Otherwise, the guided tour of Prague was pretty cool.

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Why and How to Recognise a Vibrational Signature

Modern technology has reached a point where anything can easily be falsified. Indeed, even experts sometimes find it hard to discern what is real from what has been generated by artificial intelligence.

In everyday life, apart from social media — where fewer people are truly who they claim to be — you can all too easily be deceived. Not only by gurus or scammers, but also by manipulators, narcissists, or false friends.

However, there is a sure way to know who you’re really dealing with: the vibrational signature. It is recognised not by what you see, hear or feel, but solely by its vibration.

A vibrational signature is inimitable — like an energy fingerprint or an encrypted code. Picture it as a unique wave, impossible to duplicate, composed of frequencies which are specific to each individual or entity.

Entities may mimic form, voice or behaviour, but they cannot conceal or falsify their vibrational signature. It is their hallmark, a subtle imprint that remains unaltered and recognisable to those able to read it.

That is why it is essential to train yourself to perceive the energy beyond all appearances and forms. For discernment, do not rely solely on your senses or first impressions.

Identifying a vibrational signature is like picking out a particular scent in a crowded room — you cannot mistake it for another. Basically, it's like some kind of key no one else has or is able to replicate.

The secret to reading a vibrational signature is absolute neutrality — an absence of emotion and polarisation (good/evil, light/dark, truth/lies, etc.).

To see beyond form, you must stop believing. All forms are deceptive. Entities, faces, words, scenarios. 

Practise perceiving waves beyond forms.

Refuse emotional attachment. Emotion colours, magnetises and distorts. Always adopt an observer's perspective.

Stay alert without getting tense. This generates a kind of electrical coherence in the subtle bodies, which then becomes a sensor for frequency anomalies.

Train your sensors. Do it in public places, on strangers, on speeches. Don't judge, assess. Ask yourself: “Is it shallow, dense, recycled, new, mimetic? Is it repulsive or attractive?” Invert your impressions to confuse the matrix — you’ll soon see the reality behind the façade.

Develop your own vibration field. To do this, you need to stay true to your core, refuse to be dragged down by the astral plane, and maintain consistency between your decisions and your actions. Your vibration then becomes a blade that cuts through the layers of the simulation.

Masks shift — signatures stay.

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2026: On Becoming Sovereign

Early each year, we have expectations and hopes that generate a great deal of excitement or anxiety, inevitably resulting in disappointment and frustration. 

A great harvest of loosh for the matrix.

Let's use this new cycle — which is nothing new at all — to finally break the loop by focusing on our inner axis instead of feeding polarised scripts, whether positive or negative. 

This is not a wish. This is a sovereign decision.

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The Illusion of Solitude

I feel alone. Invisible. Like a well of energy that’s constantly siphoned, yet no one ever looks inside. Even the few things that truly make me vibrate are seen as anomalies — and others want to steal them.

The avatars around me don’t really see. They just stare at their own reflection inside me. But I see them. Too clearly. And it’s that clarity that hurts the most.

I feel so alone. But I am not alone. This space is crowded. Crowded with an invisible, invasive, heavy presence. Solitude becomes unbearable when it’s filled with parasites.

This loneliness is not a void — it’s an overload. I’m not alone. I’m saturated. Saturated with parasites, projections, expectations, and ties I never chose.

My real self doesn’t need company — it needs silence. And silence cannot exist as long as loosh flows.

I am not a resource. I am a boundary.

This is not me. It’s residue from the collective siphon. I return it to the astral — without gratitude, without regret.

I now stand where the fire no longer burns.

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March Bread

Marzipan or almond paste (German: Marzipan; Spanish: mazapán; all derived from the Latin: martius panis, ‘March Bread’) is a traditional confection in several European countries, notably France, Italy and Germany, as well as marginally in other Mediterranean countries. It is sometimes used in the preparation of traditional cakes such as Christstollen, a German Christmas cake with candied fruit.

The recipe I'm sharing is entirely vegan, without egg whites, and made only from natural, unprocessed ingredients. It's quick and easy to make and will allow you to craft beautiful edible decorations for your Yule log or simply as treats and gifts.

Ingredients

- 100 g blanched almonds
- 70 g xylitol
- 20 ml water (or coloured juice)
- spirulina, red currant or red beet (as food colouring)

Instructions

Grind the almonds into a fine powder using a food processor.

Mix in xylitol, then gradually add water. Knead thoroughly to obtain an elastic dough, which you can then shape as desired.

If you want to colour your almond paste with something other than powder (spirulina, turmeric), use beetroot (or redcurrant) juice instead of water. As with paint, adjust the amount according to the desired intensity.

You may store this dough, wrapped in cling film in an airtight container, in the refrigerator for about a week.


NOTE: Traditionally, you're supposed to use icing sugar, but I find it too over-processed. since birch sugar has a higher sweetening value, if you wish to use icing sugar, add 30% more than indicated.

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The Tell-Tale Heart

You know the Queen of Hearts
Is always your best bet

"Desperado", Eagles (1973)

We have now reached the final chapter in our exploration of the matrix loop — a journey that is, of course, far from exhaustive. With the Archons' favourite celebration just ten days away, we are invited to slow down, truly listen, and protect our energy by setting healthy boundaries. This is, essentially, the message delivered this month by the Queen of Hearts — an archetype of feminine intuition and embodiment of creative energy.

Sense and Sensibility

As you probably know, each face card in French card decks has a unique name inscribed in its corner, the origin and meaning of which, according to Wikipedia, are ‘uncertain’. The Queen of Hearts is therefore called Judith, probably in reference to the eponymous biblical figure who went to the enemy camp of Israel to seduce and behead the general of their armies, and bring back his head as a trophy.

It’s a far cry from the kindness and compassion this card is meant to embody — yet a perfect match for the Red Queen in Alice in Wonderland (named Iracebeth in Tim Burton's film adaptation)  —  a hysterical, castrating figure whose leitmotiv is, precisely, to chop off heads.

© Cristofano Allori

The Queen had only one way of settling all difficulties, great or small. 'Off with his head!' she said, without even looking round.

Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll (1869)

Certainly, the Queen of Hearts' reasons defy her own reason itself. Her untimely cries of ‘Off with their head!’ come straight from an untamed heart (soul) disconnected from its knight (spirit), solely responding to the emotional prompting of the matrix without discernment, and ultimately losing her head in the truest sense of the word. She thus becomes a tyrannical hag, a cruel and inverted caricature of the Sophianic feminine principle so hated by her pseudo-creator.

The Red and the Black

Passion Red versus Rational Black: in the Grand Demiurgic Game, these two colours interact as positive versus negative polarities. The colour red represents emotions (loosh), but above all blood (memories). The colour black stands for death and the absence of light (information) —  in other words, the disconnection from the Spirit.

In astrology, red is associated with Mars (momentum, impulse) and black with Saturn (restraint, inertia). In cartomancy and tarot readings, red suits represent emotional (water/hearts/cups) and material  (earth/diamonds/pentacles) density, while black suits embody mental (air/spades/swords) and spiritual (fire/clubs/wands) planes,  illusions of power and elevation.

The fake alchemy of the matrix is designed to make us believe these two poles are well balanced. Whereas, in reality, they are being pitted against each other: emotions versus reason, matter versus spirit, heart versus head. And in the midst of this colourful duel is the heart — both the stake, the instrument, and the battlefield.

Heartsnatcher

Behind its luminous facade, the heart is one of the most ambivalent symbols in the matrix. It embodies warmth, life and compassion — and is also the primary conduit for the emotional currents that fuel the system. The heart is an interface: a centre of resonance, memory and manipulation.

We were taught to idealise it, to make it the throne of our virtues, the seat of the soul or the gateway to the divine. But this imagery conceals a much more subtle mechanism of capture. For everything that moves or disturbs us, everything that stirs the ‘heart’ sends out an emotional wave — and that wave can be harvested.

Once I had a love and it was divine
Soon found out I was losing my mind
It seemed like the real thing but I was so blind

"Heart of Glass", Blondie (1978)

Behind its most religious representations — a flaming heart, pierced or crowned with thorns — lies the same process of enslavement: subjugating humans through emotion, convincing them that suffering for love is noble, then extracting energy from their devotion and willing sacrifice.

Thus, the exhortation to ‘open one's heart’ is not innocent. In an inverted world, such invitations become protocols for energetic consent: opening one's heart (soul, memory) also means opening the door to everything that wishes to infiltrate it. Entities from the astral plane (or their human relays) can do nothing without this tacit consent. Their strategy of predation relies on seduction, pity, compassion: all emotions originating from the heart, and which they know so well how to mimic.

Under the guise of benevolence, modern spirituality perpetuates this blissful openness: it deludes people into believing in an expansion of consciousness, when in fact it is merely a dissolution of discernment. The heart, then, no longer serves as a seat of life, but rather as a point of access.

The real trick is not to open up, but to create the conditions for mutual respect — the kind that recognises without enslaving, that perceives without allowing itself to be drained.

Castle in the Air

The heart cracks, the mirror shatters: illusions are reflected in the stained glass windows of the matrix castle. The promise of kingdoms — external, magnificent — has always been used to distract us from the only throne that matters: that of embodied consciousness. Every tale, every legend, every dream of a crown rests upon the same spell: to make us believe that sovereignty is to be conquered externally, when in fact it can only be found within.

I'm only a crack in this castle of glass
Hardly anything else I need to be

"Castle of Glass", Linkin Park (2012)

Fairy tales are not just stories for children: they are manuals for reverse enchantment. They teach us that sovereignty is to be gained through love, suffering or virtue, that one must ‘earn one's crown’ through a series of initiation tests that always follow the same pattern: denying self for recognition by others. All of these are subjugation programmes subtly cloaked in morality.

The castle, symbol of security and accomplishment, is often nothing more than a fortress of glass — a spiritual ego masquerading as an inner kingdom. Its ramparts are not guarded by peace but fear: fear of losing, fear of being alone, fear of being nothing without the reflections of the world.  The Red Queen still reigns, under more modern guises: influence, validation, reputation. We continue to sacrifice our heads for an illusory throne.

Meanwhile fairies give out their conditional blessings: beauty, talent, charisma, intuition, fame. But in fairy tales as in the matrix, nothing is offered without something in return. Every ‘gift’ calls for a debt. The supposed white light magic often amounts to nothing more than a covert energy pact, an invisible chain tacitly signed.

The Return of the King

True sovereignty can neither be conquered nor received. It’s found in the silence before every choice, in the lucidity that cuts through false pacts, in the verticality that renders any external authority obsolete. To be sovereign is not to rule over others, but to stop serving any alien kingdom.

I am sovereign,
Breaking my chains
Away from the Matrix
And its fake world

"Âme mnésique", la Pensine Mutine (2025)

Sovereignty is neither a title nor a crown: it is a state of quiet lucidity, that of a heart reconciled with the spirit, which no longer needs to be open in order to radiate.

When the heart regains its natural authority, the game collapses on its own. Ultimately, the final task is no task at all — it’s simply a return to self.

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The Hidden Mechanism Behind Positive Thinking

Have you ever noticed how, in this world, everything works in opposites? Day and night. Good and evil. Positive and negative. Just like alternating current, everything here flows between a positive and a negative pole. The matrix feeds on this constant oscillation of our emotions, beliefs, and reactions. 

So, we are taught to think "positive"; to replace fear with uplifting affirmations; to dispel dark thoughts so as to feel better. Yet, positive thinking does not free us in any way. It merely reverses the polarity while retaining the same circuit. The direction is reversed, but the current still flows.

So we may think we are ascending, whereas in reality, we are still spinning the same wheel of the system. And as long as we hold a charge, whether positive or negative, the wheel will keep turning.

So yes, we may sometimes get what we want: more money, a house, a romantic partner, a trip… But it never lasts. Because whatever is gained through one polarity always ends up being counterbalanced by the other. This is called the pendulum effect. The stronger the pull, the harder the return. It's mechanical.

Let's use an analogy: think of a mouse. The mouse knows it has predators: cats, birds of prey, snakes, sometimes even humans. Would its life be better if it practised positive thinking? If it said to itself: "Everything will be fine, I'm protected, no predator will spot me today!" Of course not. And if it lived in constant fear, it would die of exhaustion before any predator even came near.

The mouse does not think. It observes. It acts according to what is. It doesn't try to save the other mice. Nor does it rely on the other mice to save it. It simply does its best not to get caught. It is neither positive nor negative. It is just lucid. And this lucidity is the guarantee of its survival.

It's the same for us. Observe without judging, notice without adding emotion, this is what we might call conscious neutrality. Because as soon as we label an event as good or bad, we charge it with energy. And this energy feeds the field around us. The world then responds to what we vibrate, not what we want.

As the famous double-slit experiment shows: as long as no observation is made, all possibilities exist. But as soon as we observe, focus, hope or fear, a single reality crystallises — the one we have fed with our attention.

So no, positive thinking does not make life better. It only gives the illusion of controlling the current. But the current remains the same. Genuine freedom is stepping out of the circuit. Stop trying to change the world. Instead, focus on changing yourself. Because the only field we really have control over is our own.

When you stop fuelling polarities, the current stops flowing — for you. And when it does, the system loses your energy. And that is where true vibrational freedom begins.

Develop your lucidity. Believe nothing, observe everything. Balance is not found between polarities... it begins where polarity ends.

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