journal d'une transition

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which, priding itself of its clear-mindedness, has no qualms in passing judgements wherever it turns its eye – like a scornful herd trampling entire sanctuaries.

But the soul of a nation is also the soul of its land, the pure reality where merge in oneness the land and its creatures, in unique creativity. And the land of France is a treasure of diversity concentrated, as if it contained and offered representations of all of the earth’ landscapes: from its glorious alps to its dark swamps, its ancient forests and its vast plains of golden crops, its rocky tormented shores and its sandy beaches of infinity, its secret coves and its high cliffs, its fields of poppies and wild briar, its white barren hills of stone, its groves and magic clearings, its proud rivers and sweeping estuaries, its waterfalls and profound caves where aeons live, its sunny pathways and its wild gales blowing, its immense sea tides, its silent hidden valleys, its sparkling glaciers and its sun- stunned immobile creaks. And the land of France is alive in clear detail through man’s industry and love of her, its hedges and channels, its mansards and castles and its wholesomeness of villages, its river boats and high towers, its aspiring cathedrals of carved stone and shimmering rainbow glass and its cloisters of peace and the fog-horn sounding when the ship comes home into the muffled quiet of the bay. It is only once one has become aware of the Divine – in oneself, in any other person, in any country - that what contradicts its presence becomes painful torment. In France the presence of the Divine manifests thus: Spiritually in a high tradition of realisation and occult knowledge which has known itself to be free from religious dogma and limitations, yet one with the source of their emergence, preserving its living wisdom with a veil of esoterism; Mentally, in a clarity and directness of ideas, a synthesis of boldness and solidity and a stimulating openness to diversity; vitally, in a great refinement of habits and customs, a code of loyalty, a reverence of the feminine presence and the culture of a beauty at once deep-reaching and detailed; Physically, in a durable need for harmony and the cultivated response to the challenges of Nature, with a remarkable adaptability and coherence. The soul of France is very feminine, yet with the strength and courage and determination of purified faith: it is Joan of Arc as well as the Knights of the Round Table, the sacred search for freedom and the live crystal purity of existence founded on the true equality of all souls.

It is the conquest of a fraternity which can only truly manifest at the term of a journey of initiation, through the tests and ordeals life offers.

Out of the common pool of inner resources that have accumulated through the centuries, from the joining of many paths and traditions and the meeting of the biblical tribes with the people of the northern lights, the pulse of the divine presence has developed its singular note: France.