[D-G] Philosophers of the XIX century

[hwenk]

Hello,

it looks like you are not feeling very healthy and are
very nervous.
I don't know what yoga you try, but pranayam, breathing,
through the nose upwords between the eybrows and keeping the air little
bit long  between the eybrows or  the forehead in general
will make you more self-controlled and feeling better, more afresh and calm
and clear - without any repent.
This is good to be practiced for a lot of time, an hour or longer.
As often as possible.
But is has really to be done.

If there is no need to be alarmed, I wozuld be pleased to know it.

greetings Dr. Harald Wenk



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Subject: Re: [D-G] Philosophers of the XIX century




I am not going in the right direction in time. There is a veto against
my will.
Some people thought to advise me of the presence of G-D in the present.
My neural activity is troubled. I do not know
how to jump like Kirkegaard used to admonish me to do.
I am not writing from the present.
Have been excluded in time from living among you.
I am in the area of time wherin Kirkegaard can talk with Virgil and
Boccacio.

Is this the case when I am addressing my self to you, that you too
by coincidence, is a thing which belongs to the XIX century?
The present century is a unknown. What is happening? I am not sure.

At least what can be verified is that other people live the other side
of the terminal.
But to what end? What are we set to activate in our virtual chat room?
Paraboles?
Palabres. Descondito, soy un hermano dela grandaleza via appia. Sint
Peters Avenue.

53 Sint Peters. Sint Joan Columbus 53. I am practicing yogic trepanation
with a pulsation of Plank square.
This is not soft but square. I am a great artist, Verlaine is at the
rendez vous, as usual. He is over excited to touch the melon.
That's why he got so nausea, astringent melon. Vital teeth anchored to
the present. I cryed last week end. It was sunday. Any other ordinary
Sunday.

Kiss to the other. I was Vendredi, so you say you understand me
Clifford? Tournier's version of the story. Revelating the name like
fluorescent tape sealing the lips of the next§ Palabres. Kissoux
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