The zombi fashion went around the earth like wildfire. For all young people they are the new stars. Perhaps because the zombies are us?

In Haiti they do not mess with the zombies. In this  voodoo country they firmly believe in these gory undead. What is it? Pure and simple witchcraft. The wizard get a corpse shortly after death. By secret rituals he revives the dead body  who recover without clear conscience and chiefly without volition.  Just created zombi becomes the slave to the magician who operates without rest or respite - the dead do not need it. In the 70s in Haiti we took a young guide to visit the island on pretty bad roads rutted by rain.

Our guide was afraid neither of deadly snakes tarantulas nor of Tontons Macoutes - the worst of the three: former private militia of Duvallier's family the Macoutes are lawless bandits. The guide did not care anyway. Now the jeep skirted a field where the harvesters were working hard, when our guide ducked. His teeth chattered and rolled his eyes terrified. "Zombies!" he whispered, pointing a shaky finger to the peasants. One of them turned around to face us. Shock!  His eyes were gray - without iris - pupil-free - uniformly gray. This lifeless, soulless look aroused great sadness.

The jeep took a leap forward, no one said a word. The track launched an assault on the mountain. That day we believed in zombies - and no one would have try the slightest joke about.

We were heading for a town with the poetic name of Saut d'Eau-VilleBonheurWater Jump - Happiness City to attend a grand ceremony the pilgrimage of this Saut d'Eau the main ceremony to the Haitian voodoo. In the bush we would live rare moments.

The bumpy jeep passed daubed trucks pitching and climbing the laces, while the passengers standing in the dumpster, were singing hymns to deceive the fear: "Jesus take the wheel!" On the mountain, rows of huts and shacks were flanking a path where the soil, beaten by countless feet, was so soft to tread that we took off our sandals. Anyway we were the only white people, attempting a ceremony in a religion we didn't know, with unknow rules and taboos, and every one was barefoot.

The streets were climbing a steep hill teeming of faithful into ecstasy, mostly children and women. Cock-fighting in the courts, drunks staggering and spraying rum on passers, goats slaughtered here or there, naked girls walking on a bed of coals, rolling on shards of glass without a scratch, flashy fawn and odors, colors, music … And after the procession, a human anthill was staggering under the waterfall, which gave its name to the place  : Saut-d'eau.Water-jump.

Wild and wonderful, we could hear the distant echo of forgotten our divinity. Receive a waterfall right on the fontanelGo to Les sept chakras is still the greatest effect. If this is sacred water, the effect probably is tenfold. We took off our clothes, we went under the shower lasts a baptism voodoo. There were 10,000 people and not a tourist. We were the only whites. But the jump of water does not care about the color of the skin. Here, there's something for everyone. Forty years later, Haiti is overshadowed by an earthquake.

To those who have nothing, they take even the little they have. Now, what is a zombie? Neither a vampire that feeds on blood, nor an undead coming out of a grave to eat people. Please leave this crap to Hollywood. Zombie is a dead man or dead woman being harnessed by a sorcerer.Go to  Castaneda le Nagual And it is no kidding. By the use of magic, a real person, after death, becomes a kind of robot, driven by an appearance of life, able of physical acts, use tools, walk, but unable to run or talk. Haitians do have tricks to recognize zombies.

 It's useless anyway. Once you have seen one, you recognize all. The zombie has jerky movements, mechanical. And those eyes! A dull look, opaque and devoid of expression. Thus when we saw one, you never forget, even if you live 130 years. "According to the voodoo cult, the Grand Master is God above all and created the spirits, the Loa, which are at the service of man. After the Catholic baptism, the believer is under the protection of his loa root, a kind of guardian spirit of the family.

Then, during an initiation, a new personality merges. Therefore, he will serve the headmaster loa, who assumes the direction of his life.The taking of possession by the master which is a ceremony where animals, mostly chickens, are sacrificed. The officers are the uga, voodoo priest, or mambo case of a woman, the Boko is the magician who can do good or evil, and the werewolf, the witch." (source)dinosauria, the site Here we can fully recognize the ancient worship of the Yoruba peopleGo to page as practiced today in much of West Africa.

No surprise indeed, since this West African land is the country of voodoo, which subsequently reached the Caribbean and Brazil, imported by slaves. Seeing this African cult here in Haiti, I marvel at its relevance: isn't it born thousands of years ago, near here, on the engulfed island that Plato had named Atlantis?Go to L'Atlantide de Platon History is an old stutterer who plays yoyo. If it went through this it will go through this again. And the voodoo cult, at least in its zombies, has conquered the world youth.

What is deserved. Because before becoming a Hollywood fashion, zombies are the real life of the Yoruba, Brazilians, Haitians and others.

No offense to the thinkers, the world is infinitely more complex than the image they have. A strong mind hides often a sick head. The excess of logic and reasongo to page has gnawed his neurons. He thinks, therefore he is not. Blessed are those who have eyes to see, ears to hear, a heart to love! How many thinkers who have heart but for heart attacks!

It works the quack and the butchers of human flesh.

They just belong to vampire movies, I'm afraid. They are those who feed on your flesh and blood, and who live better than you! That make them poisonous to the body stuffed in every orifice, as if what treats could come from outside.

Omnipotence in usGo to Le Vivant alone can heal in a fraction of an instant. Native Americans call it the Great Spirit, they also say the Dancer, or Interior Healer ...

GI of another kind, it is lurking in you, he is biding his time. When you are sick, he laments waiting for a sign from you. Never could he act erratically, he respects you too much, he loves you more than anything. For him, you are God. And for you, who are you? Why do you believe more nonsense that broadcast TV, religion or science? To see the stark naked truth more beautiful than the day you do not need anyone. What can we miss when we are all? I mean, the whole thing is in you.

But the truth is, the world gave us another image of ourselves. A dull image, becoming almost transparent while we betray our secret aspirations. We are birds of Paradise but dwarves have cut our wings. We wander distraught in a gilded cage that cannot overshadow our secret desires. Let us go to the movies to see the Zombies, these men who are no longer men, deprived of real life, deprived of noblehood, empty of hope, even more empty by their wounds from which flows the precious lifeblood, Vril energy.Go to page We love them because they resemble us, they banned that express well our inconsolable despair:

the dwarfs army zombified all of us.

You are dust and to dust you will return … by chance!