4 (french) Werber, Bernard

But I knew the nature of my enemy probably a religious
anxious to force us to interrupt any experience
Thanatonautes.
I struggled but still advanced. The ectoplasm was in my
knees, my stomach was feeling my intestines the inside.
Thus, the mystical forces had decided to declare war. In our
own way. In their own way. By Meditation, by decorporation,
for the attack ectoplasmic. We underestimated our
opponents. What/how? defend themselves against
enemies that cross the walls and even our barriers of flesh?
My body was not mine more. He was haunted by a fanatical
mad furious our research on the heaven. If it was a priest,
would flee if I knelt and prayed to the Virgin Mary?
But kneeling is unworthy of a fighter. Strange what came to
my mind at the moment of horror, it was the memory of a
course of Archery Zen. For a successful shot, we must view
the target in his mind. So it becomes arc, the center of the
target, the arrow itself. And the arrow has appointment with
the center of the target.
I got up, passed the battle position and closed her eyes.
Immediately, my opponent seemed to me. I was dealing
with the ectoplasm of a monk small and puny. If I raised
eyes, he disappeared. If I lowered them, he was there, in
front of me, ready for a duel I did not know the rules. What a
paradox of having to close their eyes to better View These