"Telegraph-K5", small crystals in your pocket for shoes boots 7 places!

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"Telegraph-K5", small crystals in your pocket for shoes boots 7 places!



The Telegraph - K5 does not want to surf the news to generate audience, make money, get fame but simply bounce off a local event, national, international, space to leave in search of information. Lighting can be distant in time but timeless by the light it gives, a symbol, a myth which is neither the time nor the space of the thing dealt with and that awakens us to the universal, a man who in his time has to be by his actions or his words a backbone for our world, always in search of a new paradigm.
This blog does not aim to make sense, because the meaning is not given but is looking ... be scholar of meaning is not easy, because the path is labyrinthine.
To identify and avoid getting lost in the maze that is our civilization to its sun, it is necessary to have a large tree on which to climb and benchmarks, referents.
Somehow, we must be, Tom Thumb tales of our children, ride on a giant to look far ahead, meet the ogre without being eaten but also and above all, have these pebbles, crystals , to return to the corner, a rich treasure to his questioning.
It is not cheap at all, Odysseus knows something, to have companion for Ariane, who through his son, but at what cost to her, takes us outside the cave to finally breathe the free air . Our world, or rule the algorithm is not silent, it is pressed, gives us much to think, we set off.
Our time has become rare as they multiply and our space is cluttered with our overconsumption, inner silence has become a challenge. Our mind is so requested to stay in the race and not to be exceeded only seek to understand, becomes, on the big screen, anywhere on the web or on vellum of the book, a source of exhaustion and bewilderment. Multiplicity, the multiplication, the buzz that lasts for the moment we lose our heads and give up foundation.
This blog through its pages, its articles has no other worries than to rise to the surface, although these stones buried underground, in order to bring out what prevents us sometimes to harvest. This desire does not aim to collude or cry conspiracy but simply to make clear and topsoil before we invent some seeds that sow more, all for our happiness where the security of our assets. Seeds can grow anywhere, but infertility, deprive us forever, this freedom that we have to grow and grow, sharing them and express our consciences may aggregation, failing egregore, change the world .
Some, and we hear them coming around the corner, decorated with the best intentions, we are prepared, given the urgency of our civilization rushing into stunning, a planetary government, economic or ecological. It is therefore urgent, not to cry wolf but that we stop time. Downtime not to return to the time of the cathedrals, but to bring our view of what is timeless to give us the space to which we aspire.
Do not let any government, the task of aggregating our lives to the best of all worlds!
In our own way, and with the humility that is appropriate, we want our blog to become over its articles and its contributions, a cupola offered to pilgrims, our telescope is installed near Cluny, a place which in its time buckled boots of seven leagues to offer the world the rule of St Benedict and design the Europe ...
Our blog has no other ambition than to feed events put within his reach, to draw a painting through our time, our daily consumations, our fears erected in front of those dogmas which the skins hard, good intentions that make us go straight into the wall ... it will also bite the apple, to inspect the cave of Plato to point a telescope on wars like the Crusades that cleverly hide their intentions, oxymorons any kind that put us in chiaroscuro, the duties of interference, become by dint of insistence, the right of some who under the guise of humanity and democracy abused, absorb diversity to defend a sacrosanct safe!
The blog will draw most often sailing for air fills the beauty, strength and wisdom, swelling of universal harmony, he will sail for an island between the sky and water, to look at dawn of every morning of the world, the light that dispels the darkness, our night of nights will not be but well-deserved rest in the light of a full moon.

Nathalie SIMON