Reality is such that it doesn’t have a name or a definition. It simply is. It is what you make of it. A concept, a dream, an illusion, a symbol, an idea, an experience. We are sitting right behind the steering wheel. Only we need to be aware that there is a wheel, that we are the sailor, that we are onboard sailing through high seas.

The pilot is your essence, the wheel your conscious mind, the boat your B.S and the sea the experience of it all.

Identity extraction: Who are we?

Breaking News. Yesterday, under the burning sun of southern Portugal, a flying object  commonly called UFO officially crashed by the tiny village of Los Santos at the bottom of a steep hillside. The whole region is being evacuated while the army is securing the area. The whole world is trembling under such a compelling evidence of other Life evidence. Mankind is being assaulted by frightening question marks desesperatly hoping for a clear answer…. Who are they?

Science is calling for intergalactical organic life.

Christianism has just discovered ancient manuscripts attesting for the 2000 yr s’ Christ return from Space.

Jewish communities fulfill a prophecy.

Shamans attest for a massive interdimensionnal portal opening.

Skeptics don’t buy it unless they can eat it.

Anarchists just found a new motive for trouble making.

Dreamers foresee hopes and perspectives,

Drifters drift deeper, from meaninglessness to hopelessness.

Mayan fanatics are finally ending their calendar.

Muslims mount their horses for deamon fighting.

Raelian adpets shake their legs in front of the final judgment: destruction or salvation?

But among the blinded mass strive unpopular beings – the mystics –  living the Mystery path, asking a deeper question: Who are we?