The 6 Year Itch

This is stranger than I thought:
Six different ways inside my heart,
And everyone I'll keep tonight,
Six different ways go deep inside.

"Six Different Ways", The Cure (1985)

Yep, that's six already!

Six what?

That's 6 years the original blog in French has been online, totalling 1287 articles, nearly 1,350,000 pages viewed, and over 473,000 visitors from 147 different countries over several continents, on top of this English language version created subsequently — wow!

While all this is mostly due to my hard work and eagerness to share and contribute in a small way to raising awareness as my own awareness grows, I can never thank you enough for being so many and so loyal because without you, all this work would be pointless. For even though I expect nothing back, it means a lot.

So thank you! Thank you! Thank you! ♥♥♥

I'm also very honoured to find out, while researching something totally unrelated, that both versions of this blog had been regularly archived on Wayback Machine. For those who have never heard of it, Wayback Machine is a service from the Internet Archive, which is a San Francisco–based non-profit digital library with the stated mission of "universal access to all knowledge." It provides free public access to collections of digitized materials, including websites, software applications/games, music, movies/videos, moving images, and millions of public-domain books.

Still, nearly a million and half pages viewed...and only 3404 comments — something's not right!

If logging in is what puts you off, know that you don't have to even if the comment form invites you to. Likewise, the requested email address is not mandatory and only serves to send you a notification when you get a reply only when you check this option. if your desired user name happens to be unavailable, you may still use it adding some digits or any other characters. I also remind you that (although it is clearly stated) that all comments need my approval (to eliminate spammers and trolls), so it's normal if you don't see anything right after clicking Send.

Alternatively, if it's more convenient for you, you may also comment the tweets advertising my articles as some of you already do — that is if you have a Twitter account.

I'm sorry I don't intend to create any other social media accounts. It too much time and energy consuming. Twitter's format is by far the one that suits me best and has enabled me to significantly expand my readership. Note that, on top of that I'm also managing the Eklabugs project and its recent Twitter account so that's the best I can do.

Although many people had made a request for it on Eklablog forums, I'm afraid we'll never get a widget to “like” articles such as the one on social media since Webedia now owns the plateform. It's not as fun as comments yet way cooler than a hit counter. Never mind since this cannot be implemented on this blog.

Well, despite these issues, let me thank you in advance for your support and I hope you keep fuelling my inspiration to go on by making yourself more heard.

Bless you all,

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Technotyranny: The Iron-Fisted Authoritarianism of the Surveillance State

Such a depressing issue (sorry about that), but we can no longer afford to disregard anything we can't be bothered about while praying for the Holy Spirit to solve everything on our behalf. Let's take action while we still can. For our apathy is actually what's allowed established demonocracies to rip off our sovereignty. Again, do you honestly think they would go through all that trouble to manipulate and censor us if our fate was sealed and if we were as powerless as we are led to believe? No way! But we must make the effort to dig down deep within ourselves instead of losing ourselves within the intricacies of their cybernetic smoke and mirrors. There is no such thing as fate unless you believe in it. When there's a will, there's a way. But you have to want it badly enough. And I have the feeling that part of humanity fundamentally hates itself and is unconsciously seeking utmost oblivion within this nightmarish world we are manifesting through our collective egregores.

Ey@el

There will come a time when it isn’t ‘They’re spying on me through my phone’ anymore. Eventually, it will be ‘My phone is spying on me.’”

Philip K. Dick

Red pill or blue pill? You decide.

Twenty years after the Wachowskis’ iconic 1999 film, The Matrix, introduced us to a futuristic world in which humans exist in a computer-simulated non-reality powered by authoritarian machines — a world where the choice between existing in a denial-ridden virtual dream-state or facing up to the harsh, difficult realities of life comes down to a red pill or a blue pill — we stand at the precipice of a technologically-dominated matrix of our own making.

We are living the prequel to The Matrix with each passing day, falling further under the spell of technologically-driven virtual communities, virtual realities and virtual conveniences managed by artificially intelligent machines that are on a fast track to replacing us and eventually dominating every aspect of our lives.

Science fiction has become fact.

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Fiesta Boom Boom

Oops! Worry not, we're not talking about Camping Paradis¹, but the great “national frost” that is turning France into a “hellish country” as foretold by Indochine in their prophetic song. Tonight, the whole nation is going to celebrate the 230^th anniversary of the victory of liberalism and upper classes over the clergy and monarchy — definitely not the victory of the small people unlike the myth we've all been force-fed with at school tells us².

I certainly have no intention of breaking up the party. Instead, I invite you to celebrate this day of national deceit to turn it into the day of mindfulness emergence when the whole hall of mirrors sustaining the illusion is going to be shattered into pieces by all the bangers and fireworks (thanks to the eclipses³).

To souls citizens, break the spell!⁴

We will become the divisions of joy,
We will remain the armies of cool,
And you shall see the beauty of our choices.

"Manifesto (Les Divisions de la joie)", Indochine (1999)

Just like in iconic Matrix movie, you can choose between poison or antidote. The former is the blue pill of fear (the choice of “good“ citizens) while the the later is the red pill of love (the choice of “bad” citizens). Stop waiting to be allowed to exist: just be right now. Stop consenting to being brought down because someone has decided it for you and self-proclaimed themselves as above you. Empowerment is first of all picking up your own vibration and not relying on the goodwill of some external source. Let's be our own masters and nobody can ever rule over us anymore. Let's rejoice instead of despairing. This is is the only luxury that money can't buy and that tyranny cannot abolish.

Kao kao bang!⁵

Endnotes

1. ^ "Fiesta Boom Boom" is the anthem of Camping Paradis (Paradise Campsite), a popular “la-la land” so-Frenchy series set in a campsite in southern France featuring caricature-like characters in all-so-clichéd situations.
2. ^  Myths of the Modern Nation-State — The French Revolution
3. ^ Eclipses are known to promote conscious awareness. The total solar eclipse during the new moon on last July 2nd will be followed by a partial lunar eclipse during the full moon on July 16th. With both eclipses taking place on the karmic lunar node axis opposing “karma rulers” Pluto and Saturn, many hidden things should be unveiled whether at collective or personal level. Read on for more info...
4. ^ Parodying lines from the French national hymn: “To arms citizens, form your battalions”.
5. ^ "Kao Bang" is an early song by Indochine (1983).

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True Colors

You with the sad eyes,
Don't be discouraged.
Oh I realize
It's hard to take courage
In a world full of people.
You can lose sight of it all
And the darkness inside you
Can make you feel so small.

But I see your true colors
Shining through.
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you.
So don't be afraid to let them show,
Your true colors.
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow.

Show me a smile then,
Don't be unhappy.
Can't remember
When I last saw you laughing.

If this world makes you crazy
And you've taken all you can bear,
You call me up
Because you know I'll be there.

And I'll see your true colors
Shining through.
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you.
So don't be afraid to let them show,
Your true colors.
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow.

Can't remember
When I last saw you laugh...

If this world makes you crazy
And you've taken all you can bear,
You call me up
Because you know I'll be there.

And I'll see your true colors
Shining through.
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you.
So don't be afraid to let them show,
Your true colors.
True colors...
True colors are shining through.

I see your true colors
And that's why I love you.
So don't be afraid to let them show,
Your true colors.
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow.

Original text by BILLY STEINBERG and TOM KELLY

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Everyone's Tired of His Good Mood

Angers, France – The relationships between Pierre Robusier, criticised for his constant joy and high spirits, and the people in his immediate environment seem close to breaking point. An allegedly long-lasting behaviour which would be particularly irritating to his family and friends.

First of all, the young native of Angers, who insists on being called “Pierrot” (aka Pete), works as a pharmacy handler and keeps fuelling the animosity of his co-workers. “Pierre's high spirits make us feel miserable” one of them explains, claiming to feel offended by the young man's sometime exaggerated outbursts of happiness. “How does he come up with a smile on his face every morning ? Knowing how our job is... carrying boxes all day long” says another who can no longer bear hearing the happy tune he's whistling at work.

As for his girlfriend, she says she's totally overwhelmed. “I have moved back to my mother's. He was listening to "Happy" over and over, I snapped. Now, every time I hear this song, my nerves crack” she explains. What if she decided to leave him ? “He says that's life and that it could be worse.” She also recounts how Pierre talked of his recent dismissal as a golden opportunity to learn a new trade. “His optimism is starting to baffle me” she says.

A lack of humility

Several of his friends and relatives also stressed their uneasiness when faced with such a behaviour deemed inappropriate, if not offensive. ”How can one afford to be happy all the time? It is outrageous these days” says his best friend, referring to poverty, starving kids, global warming and the return of French band Indochine (they're humouring us, aren't they? — N.d.T) to explains that “there are still many reasons to feel depressed.”

Original text by LE GORAFI translated from French by EY@EL

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Ladies, Ditch the Bra for Your Health

I should imagine this enticing headline and sexy picture above would attract even more men than women. It's all good because even though you won't get the expected arousing from such an article, it won't be in vain if you spread the word to your partner, spouse, girlfriend, mother, sister...  For, regardless of the increased lethal risk that should have a sufficiently deterrent effect in itself, it is time to speak out against “this unnatural accessory making life unpleasant for most women” and “obstructing their breathing in every way” according to free the boobies.fr, a French website entirely dedicated to the abolition of this torture device and for those who would like to take the leap but are not sure how to. Having successfully done it more than five years ago, I must confess it wasn't that easy to begin with. For many reasons I shall not list to keep it short and out of decency. However, being lucky enough not to be equipped with Mercedes bumpers (tongue-in-cheek sexist cliché), the adaptation period didn't take very long and wasn't too inconvenient for me. Ladies, please rest assured that if you decide to go braless, your boobies won't sag any further (even for the bustiest of you). Quite the contrary as it did for me even after decades of serious abuse.

As explained on the above-mentioned website, ”under normal circumstances, developing breasts adapt naturally to gravity strain and movement restriction, which is perfectly normal and even necessary. As a result of these stimuli, breast support (Cooper's ligaments mainly) will strengthen to allow them to maintain a firm consistency. Sadly, out of ignorance and for cultural reasons, humanity invented bras which confine your bust, not allowing these movements and thus preventing normal function... Impeded breasts then get painful, developing various ailments, not by their very nature but simply because they have been kept utterly passive... which turns out to be absolutely harmful”.

A bit like glasses or crutches.

However, I should point out that this is a very personal approach motivated by my spiritual awakening and intuitive alignment work to my true self, which necessarily calls for a transformation of my belief system and resulting habits and behaviours. In addition to a natural breast lift, I also gained greater self-confidence and greater body acceptance plus the clear evidence that ageing doesn't have to mean decaying (unless you're willing to buy into this programmed inevitability).

Ey@el

I realize it may feel some combination of uncomfortable, unprofessional, or unnecessarily provocative to go braless. Societal convention has most of us trussing up before going out.

If you’re reading this at home, do me a favor and unhook. Then keep reading.

There’s evidence of a relationship between bras and breast cancer.

Yes, seriously.

Dressed To Kill: The Link Between Cancer & Bras

Sydney Ross Singer and Soma Grismaijer authored a book called Dressed To Kill. They interviewed 4,000+ women in five major U.S. cities over two years. Half the women had been diagnosed with breast cancer. They found:

• 75% of women who slept in their bras developed breast cancer
• 1 in 7 who wore their bras 12+ hours per day developed breast cancer
• 1 in 168 who did not wear a bra developed breast cancer
• Within one month of ditching their bras, women with cysts, breast pain, or tenderness found their symptoms disappeared. tenderness found their symptoms disappeared.

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Should Have Been Careful not to Tread on the Cat's Tail

A lesser-known gem from the 60's French “yéyé” era (which had its heyday in France, Spain and the UK), we owe this song to a friend of mine who first heard it on the radio and promptly shared it back with me, knowing that I would love this dark humour and Pink Floydian undertones à la Syd Barrett. My turn to pass it on in the hope that you will enjoy it as much. And why don't you have your cat listen to it: he is sure to love it. Thanks on his behalf. Meow!

Ey@el

Fallait pas écraser la queue du chat

Wasn't superstitious!
Should have been a wee bit
Should have dodged
The innocent little kitty.

Should have been careful
Not to tread on the cat's tail
Yeah, he should have
Hey!

He worked in the woods
A skilful lad he was
What happened on that day?
The saw cut off his arm!

Should have been careful
Not to tread on the cat's tail
Yeah, he should have
Hey!

On his way out of hospital
A car hit him
His right leg hurt
But got the left one amputated!

Should have been careful
Not to tread on the cat's tail
Yeah, he should have
Hey!

Had the misfortune to catch
His wife with a man in bed!
In a rage killed them
And had his head cut off.

Should have been careful
Not to tread on the cat's tail
Yeah, he should have
Hey!

How lovely! One more time:

Should have been careful
Not to tread on the cat's tail
Yeah, he should have
Hey!

That was the moral of this story!

Original text by JEAN-YVES GAILLAC translated from French by EY@EL
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