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Today, the desire for happiness and its commodification through advertising is produced by economic neoliberalism, engine of current globalization, who has made a mass industry with the aim of making people happy despite them. This goes against awell-being society of which the first condition would be to institute living together organized on the right of each to live, and not just to survive, in order to respect otherness and its condition, democracy .

    Far, that there is a contradiction between democracy, love and happiness which are three fundamental conditions for advancing towards construction of a society capable of promoting orderly development of being and not an ecologically destructive race in having .

    Still, we must not consider happiness as a capital to conquer and preserve. Happiness is a quality of presence, a intensity quality, the art of life “All in good time” .

    The big challenge is to come out on top of the torque excitement/depression that characterizes the dominant system of our societies so-called advances, financial markets, political spectacle, Sport entertainment and ubiquitous media. Because this way of accessing intensity is paid cash by a depressive phase based on the imbalance and the excess. Which depressive phase arouses the need for a new excitation, And so on .

    This vicious cycle can be broken ; another one lifestyle is possible, both personally and collectively. He is the intensity/serenity ratio. This is how we feel when a deep joy irradiates us and connects us to others without isolating us. This joy, which can be born from love, beauty, inner peace, that is to say a harmonious relationship with nature, to others and to oneself, is then all both intense and serene. A serenity that allows it to be included in the duration, contrary to excitement. Such an approach in no way excludes this particular form of intensity that is the big party, the carnival, the event cultural or even major sporting, or the exceptional time of life personal or collective .

    But it invites us to live this time differently than according to the model of excitation, thus avoiding the side “mouth Of wood” or the logic of perverse pleasure, where the excitement is in fact procured by domination over others .

    The“happy sobriety” is not austerity or asceticism. It is this opportunity to live intensely this conscious journey of life in the universe offered to us by the human adventure. It is also, on the political level, the right granted to every human being to stand up for Truly Live .

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It's a question essential for all to be aware, and in particular aware of its finiteness. What is the meaning of this humanity, of this universe which made it happen to end of a prodigious process of fourteen billion years ? That would be agnostic, atheist or believer, it is the question that one day or another we do not don't delay in asking .

The story of civilizations is first of all the story of the attempts to answer that they bring to this ultimate question. Most, because it is an essential issue, even vital, men have instrumentalized the fundamental question of meaning give life by designing more or less closed explanatory systems which have had consequences that are sometimes pacifying but paradoxically sometimes even more murderous than those of freedom, of equality and fraternity .

Because the question of “senses”, instead of being a privileged space for questioning and growth in knowledge and wisdom for mankind, often became the dogmatic answers vector. Instead of being respectful of the quest from others, human pressure groups inhabited by the will to power, greed, the fear of emptiness and the search for power seek to dominate it or exclude it, which then triggers the war of “senses”. And whether it revolves around transcendent religions or secular. The same murderous logics are at work for the condemned Moscow trials in the name of history, for the victims of the genocides provoked by totalitarian political regimes, for the convicts of the Inquisition Catholic (Torquemada) and protestant (Calvin), of Jewish fundamentalism or islamic sharia .

In all these cases, what has been and still is today too often at work is the contempt of otherness, also the first law of otherness in the field of “senses” to give life, in his life and that of others, It's the one offreedom of conscience, very fragile concept but besides the vigilance and the stubbornness that it implies is also borrowed self-esteem, of respect for others, search for authenticity, of love clean well felt, of simplicity, of humility, fullness and knowing how to live .

It's a time to to come, full of fury and light, where the sheaves of the future will be untied in the fields of hope. May then the men and women of good will get up to extend the long walk to be, overhanging the Mystery, the continuators of the living work of the great transhipment, great work of life, short on our personal scale, but so long in view of the unfolding of the future, and so operative by the traces that we owe ourselves to enter in the big book of memoirs that our descendants will consult .

that the mind, heart and reason assist us in this question of “senses” because there is greater than us in this expanding universe. We can look as good as skinny wisp of straw toy of the elements, tiny hollogram cell of this vast world in which we are part, in responsibility and in presence to what is .

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  That happened during the journey of initiations. One day, while time was in the storm, we perceived through the course of the clouds this sign propitiatory, this anvil that came out of the depths of heaven .

When the deaf shaking ran through the mountain, we were then thrown to the ground stony face down, paralyzed, waiting for the end of this anger of which the effects were to reverberate deep within us .

After a while out of dimension, when I turned around and the surprisingly clear sky showed no signs of storm, you were there, my brother, immobile, the clothes waving in the light morning wind, the quivering beard and the look soft focused on the valley of origins .

The air was pure. The smell of fresh flowers rose. Without looking at each other we took our baggage to continue the ascent .

It was ___ ago a few centuries. We were then old enough to be truly conscious men of our responsibilities and the task assigned to us. We were crossed by the destiny which manifested itself by this unspeakable force and inflexible which inexorably engaged us on a path of knowledge and of wisdom, on the way to the great Mystery. This was the meaning to give to our life .

Remember that night when the howling wind accompanied by gusts of cold rain made break and lay down the trees behind us. The earth was in a rage. if deep ravines were dug in front of us that we were obliged to implore providence to confidently continue to move forward in us by handing over to greater than us. We had to grow out of this ordeal .

Remember the calm time of our walks through the fields where we sing loudly the intense joy of simply being alive filled us with carelessness and fullness. There was lightness all around us and hand in hand we took a long walk around the family home, beyond the blondes wheat fields dotted with blueberries, waving daisies and poppies under a light breeze to reveal the moving forms of the beast that moved by bending the ears then rustling. A shiver ran through us and it was good .

The weather was brisk this morning. Dressed in your used school apron that we brought out for the vacation, you descended the solid stone steps from the doorstep to, finding your stick, go and trace on the beaten earth of the road these signs which left me speechless. You were the guide that showed me the way .

Remember this narrow passage that we took to get out of the vent of temptations. He was dark in this dirty scullery full of dangers but we never fell into the hole filled with water. The place concealed only the barrel of wine from the grandfather and on straws a few pieces of cheese protected by heavy linen tea towels .

Remember this winter walk in the high country where, by the roads deformed by ice and snow, the adventure awaited us. Wrapped up under the parkas and beanies, the cold air entering the canvas cabin of the vehicle pierced by a large gash that an open umbrella covered, bumps and skids made us cry out for victory. Stopped in the forest we encountered the painful nail from throwing the snowballs against the caravanserai of our past .

We won't see no more slow caravans, shimmering and fragrant with the sweat of camels and spices. We will no longer hear the cry of men guiding their mounts recalcitrant towards an elsewhere that we did not suspect. Comes back to me from this desert of the origins the vision of the burning breath of the sands raised by the simoun and this outstretched hand, brown and cracked from the wise old man who emerged from nowhere that opened to reveal the treasure, this hard fruit, black and wrinkled found along the path lined with thistles and thorns .

don't stay today that the quite normal bush of the accompaniment of our children … Take ! On the square they have erected the marquee of passion …  we will wait for the continuation of the great book of transformations .

Right now, there didn't have any, you lost brother .

Remember that to enter the corridor of births scared us so much. You, holding your stick and I chanting some magic formulas that were to help us pass to the other side, new. There was no second chance. Nothing but the scattered blocks of stone from the ebb of thought that the time for procrastination oriented towards having and security .

The heavens have open. Water cataracts have swept away the traces of our history. Children sages who possessed the gift of providing for themselves by the imagination in this country distant extraordinary adventures, we have now stopped singing our origins. And sometimes when the storm roars, in front of the fireplace crackling, we are then left with the gesture of stirring up the ashes of the past, for, to the crossroads of emotion and sincerity, say true, just say what is .

The call of our mother, we won't hear it anymore. She who invited us to taste it in front a bowl of hot banania milk to chew on with your teeth the large slices of bread brown bread puffed up with redcurrant and blackcurrant jam ; large slices of bread that our grandfather had cut in the pie which he never forgot to sign of a cross when for the first time he carried the knife there. The clide of garden wood will no longer stay closed to prevent chickens from going frolic in the middle of the plantations. We won't have to pick the parsley at the last moment to garnish the salad with grated carrots and eggs Mimosa .

As for the water wells that had to be drawn from the fountain in these heavy zinc buckets on the ascent, sometimes when the wind tells me, I hear the Old woman laugh .

do you remember ?  Just to harmonize the morning song of the birds with the bells from the church brings out this sour taste of having been so close to you, my brother .

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In French, there is the expression “dead silence”, alors que l’expérience du silence déborde de vie .

     Inviting someone to silence does not mean asking them to be silent, no more than standing in solitude is tantamount to severing all relationship .

     Reject the injunction “shut up” to prefer the “chut” pronounced in a low voice with the index finger placed across the lips to incite silence .

    Chut ! Something can happen that you don't imagine, that you could to see, hear or feel, which seems hidden, and who can turn out and you dazzle with its novelty and relevance .

      The invitation to silence can be like an invitation to travel. She allows the opening of the senses and the approach of the inner life. It's a attention that can go as far as contemplation and the dilation of being which goes as far as jubilation .

      But silence takes time like essential things. He does not watch never in a hurry. He needs all his time 'cause he's beyond time temporal .

      You have to make room for it first., i.e. from us get rid of the jumble of thoughts, worries, pleasant emotions and unpleasant, and even words .

      If silence frightens a majority of people, it is because than before meeting him and appreciating him, everyone is assailed by his indoor animals – what are passions, pride, anger, the idleness, ignorance, the will to power, false humility, the seduction, etc… – and that once the beasts have calmed down, we feel alone, lost, orphan, with the fatal anguish that rises .

Blaise Pascal wrote : ” Rien n’est si insupportable à l’homme que d’être dans un plein repos, dispassionate, no business, without entertainment, sans application. He then feels his nothingness, they are abandoned, its inadequacy, sa dépendance, its emptiness. Immediately, boredom will emerge from the depths of his soul, la noirceur, sadness, sorrow, vexation, the despair . “

    So much that the person has not truly encountered silence, she doesn't feel exist only through action and agitation, by uncertainty and procrastination, through suffering and problems of all kinds. She remains on the periphery of itself. The fear of emptiness that she feels just the idea of ​​remaining in silence is nothing other than the dread of one's own emptiness, of his inner poverty .

     Or, the more we go towards our interiority, the more we advance towards silence and the more the doors open onto an immeasurable space. Whereas in outer life, we live in tow of what needs to be done to behave well in our society, namely as a simple “deadly” ; in the interior life we ​​are a human being called to the growth, fully employed, and even to its perfection to its implementation “immortelle”. The being then feels fully in possession of himself, it is close to the source and manifests in fullness .

       The more one is silent, the more consideration one finds for the Word and the Silence., and the less we talk .

     For those who have tasted the silence, the discussions, debates, meetings of family and intellectual colloquies become difficult to bear because suffocating. The silent, as the solitary needs air and space ; he needs offshore experience, vast, deep. Everything else him looks flat, skimpy, superficial. The “communication” mandatory and suitable seems to him grotesque.

      When a human being is really unified he can be freed from this obsession to communicate all the time and about anything.. Only essential sharing on essential topics or silent heart-to-heart exchange makes sense and offers real nourishment .

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 We live the end of a world founded not long ago on religions, the loyalties of proximity, patriotisms ; and today marked by consumerism where advertising incentives manipulate us in the service of globalization economic and cultural accentuated by technological upheavals .

     The relationship to the sacred has been modified. The quest for meaning followed by an automatic response based on religion no longer exists. At the question : “why am i on earth ?”, follow the answers general science and politics. We can no longer rely on tradition. We face our fears, …  and there we are then summoned to be in front of ourselves .

     Giving meaning to the life we ​​lead is not obvious, because the people borrow roles. They say they are victims of the climate, from others, of the situation, that they had everything to be happy and then that … Or, our happiness and our misfortune belong to us. We are responsible of our happiness and our misfortune because we have the opportunity to grow, to grow .

     We have to advance with open eyes on the path .

     The meaning of life, it's love. We can't live without love, this exchange of heart, this man/woman love, this filial love, this love between two beings. love is fellowship. Love is relationship with our fellow men, with animals, the plant, nature, the cosmos and through our religious practices .

     We are social beings, relationship beings. We need to give, to wake up to each other. We are here to make ourselves good by caring for others, friendship, compassion, the gift .

     Wouldn't the goal of life be to accept yourself as you are? ? But for that, it takes the gaze of the other to read in the gaze of the other that we are kind. Love and you will be loved. We must have tenderness for ourselves .

     There are people who only see through the materialistic lens do not ask themselves the question of the meaning of life. “Einstein said, that a being human who never asks himself the question of the meaning of existence, who is not interested not in the sense of life, is not a human being.”

     Today we are in a world where the dominant ideology is the consumerism, or : “The purpose of television, as patrick said Lelay, is to make brains docile !”. brainwashing, it's advertising .

     To thwart this objectifying and deadly excess, we have need to refocus on our immediate bodily and sensory needs which cannot deceive us when they relate to love, to tenderness, to sense of simple things, spiritual. We have to say yes to life. The main thing is to learn to love life, and for this work on our injuries .

     Our way of life is to go from fear to love. There is our joy, our joy of being, to live, to exist. But as it is repressed, it's in aware that we must ward off ignorance and confront ourselves with what East, to the experience of all these days which bring us their share of surprises. through psychotherapy, but also through meditation and prayer, we have to let things be. It is by this intelligent restraint, and speak sensory feeling, that there is an opening of the heart .

     We have to cry a lot while immersing ourselves in the gaze of a little to be, observing a beautiful landscape, a work of art, or by listening to a music and songs that speak to the heart. This is the meaning of life. The response is submission to what is, opening of the senses. The answer is “joy” .

     Let the children come to us, the little birds, the spirit of the times who passed, and above all never close the door. It would be too hot then, we would run out of air, Hell wouldn't be far away then, … while there is so much to do !

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