INTUITION,
TRANSFORMATION,
ILLUMINATION
By
BERTRAND
HAMEL.
“About
this
habit
we
have
in
the
whole
world
consisting
on
leaning
on
spiritual
guides
and
on
various
systems
I
think
it
is
a
completely
futile
and
sterile
activity.”
(Krishnamurti)
To
write,
to
dare,
to
draw
words
over
the
paper,
to
express
with
words,
to
write
them
and
not
being
able
to
erase
afterwards,
what
a
responsibility!
To
show
the
way
through
written
language,
do
I
dive
into
the
pool
of
prose,
of
poetry,
of
fiction
or
reality?
which
mirror
will
my
writing
send
you
to?,
what
truth
will
you
find?
Where
is
this
truth?
Inside,
over,
in
front,
behind,
or
inside?
Isn’t
it
everywhere?
Are
we
closed?
Do
we
refuse
to
open
due
to
our
deep
fear,
that
fear
that
prevents
us
from
breathing
with
all
our
cells?
Breathing,
music,
dance,
colour,
energy,
all
these
words
linked
by
the
same
and
only
one
concept:
the
rhytm.
The
five
steps
rhythm...
does
it
exist?
Five,
the
number
of
the
man
resembling
the
five
pointed
star,
five
limbs,
or
the
five
wounds
of
Christ
over
the
cross…
Fiction
about
number
five...
(or
maybe
reality)
five
continents,
five
colours…
Red:
As
the
red
brothers,
the
red
skins,
the
indians,
red
like
blood
flowing
through
our
veins,
charged
with
ancient
knowledge.
Why
did
we
try
to
exterminate
all
them?
What
I,
white
man,
was
so
afraid
of
in
front
of
them?
What
guilt
haunts
me
to
the
point
that
hate
arouses
out
of
me?
Black:
Like
my
african
brothers,
black
like
ebony,
black
like
the
night
where
nevertheless
I
see
all
clear.
Why
not
listening
to
the
message
of
their
dance
and
their
Tam-Tam?
Why
not
recognize
the
power
of
their
(our)
roots…?
Again
I
wonder:
Why
do
we
want
to
force
their
culture,
their
knowledge
to
extermination…?
What
am
I,
little
white,
afraid
of?
Of
being
raw-eaten
by
the
‘negros’?
what
is
that
I
have
inside
my
genetic
code
that
frightens
me
so
much?
Yellow:
As
my
asian
brothers,
coloured
like
the
sun,
coloured
like
the
earth,
coloured
like
life,
internal
knowledge,
internal
fire.
When
you
burn
with
all
your
rays…
will
I
be
solid
enough
to
absorb
you,
or
will
you
burn
my
wings…?
I
have
found
your
people,
my
brothers,
how
solid
are
they!
But
you
have
tried
sugar
and
hamburgers,
will
you
let
the
silver
teeth
lady
devour
you?
Will
you
forget
who
you
are?
Why
are
you
there…?
White:
As
my
people;
Am
I
white,
I,
with
my
freckles
and
my
red
hair…?
Are
you
White,
you,
with
your
blue
eyes
and
your
blond
hair…?
Are
you
white,
you,
the
dark
skinned,
with
your
black
hair
and
black
eyes,
you
that,
when
the
sun
warms
you
up,
you
are
so
similar
to
the
other
beings
of
the
earth?
White
I
am,
like
iron
melted
in
white,
stiff
like
the
door
of
a
prison,
like
steel
of
armoured
vehicles,
of
planes,
of
bombs,
of
bullets,
of
the
rifles
that
I
fabric
and
with
which
I
crush,
I
think
I
subdue,
impose
my
knowledge,
the
knowledge
of
a
neurotic
who,
knowing
he
is
wrong,
he
just
speeds
his
destruction,
destroying
everyone.
Who,
like
a
bright
angel,
could
show
me
the
way
to
love
and
to
accept
the
forgiveness
I
really
need?
Who
am
I,
I,
white,
refusing
to
remember,
refusing
to
recognize
my
mistakes
(which
authorizes
me
to
repeat
them
time
after
time),
judging,
censoring,
punishing,
who
am
I…?
luckily,
people
with
the
heart
of
children
will
take
the
lead
intuitively.
They
will
build:
The
mixed
race
generation:
Against
our
will,
the
censors
will
remember
and
will
use
the
weapon
of
light:
the
love
full
of
colours
and
of
music
so
the
universe
dance
will
be
able
to
express
freely.
Mixed
race
generation,
Wake
up!,
open
the
borders,
open
our
eyes,
gather
knowledge
in
one
point:
There
where
the
whole
regeneration
of
the
being
comes
from,
the
inner
peace,
and
true
happiness.
Teach
us
we
are
all
brothers,
that
the
ideas
of
community,
of
sharing,
of
acceptance,
of
opening,
of
respect
are
not
helpless
words.
Mixed
race
generation,
the
moment,
your
moment,
has
come,
join
please
the
cosmic
dance.
I
teach
to
turn
life
into
true
joy.
I
do
not
believe
in
masters
and
over
all
in
those
that
write
“master”
besides
their
names
or
please
being
called
it.
I
believe
in
the
guides
that
wait
for
along
the
way
to
knowledge.
I
believe
that
work
wakes
you
up,
I
believe
in
the
effort,
patience
and
learning
through
clarity
of
knowledge.
I
believe
in
elves,
in
goblins
and
fairies.
I
believe
in
my
brothers,
in
nature,
in
cosmos
and
in
all
the
stars
dwelling
in
the
universe.
I
believe
that
we
are
all
different,
although
we
are
all
similar.
I
believe
that
we
all
will
meet
in
the
end
of
the
milky
way.
I
believe
in
the
attraction
of
contraries,
in
christian
piety,
in
the
respect
for
the
difference,
following
the
rhythm
of
my
heart,
the
centre
of
my
cells.
God
save
the
mixed
race
generation!,
make
love
not
war…
“When
a
day
pops
against
you
in
the
middle
of
madness,
going
through
a
little
far,
when
it
looks
quietly
and
smile,
say
some
words
of
no
importance
and
afterwards
it
goes
away…
astonish
will
get
inside
you
and
give
you
life,
because
you
will
know
that
at
last
you
will
have
found
the
human
being…
and
if
something
in
you…
has
closed,…
it
will
come
back
new…”
(J.M.G.
Le
Clezio)
Artimon.
Recontres
avec
des
gens
extraordinaires
Editions
Jouvence,
Geneve,
1993.
(Traducción: Javier López)
Pour
contact
avec
nous
écrire
á
merci.
13/12/07
Page
crée
pour
Bertrand
Hamel par
Carmen
Álvaro
