Culture of incest: a judge breaks the silence – Quartier Interdit with Edouard Durand

My turn to intervene under your thread. 😉

Thank you for these words that I received as a balm to the heart about the “pointers” whose possible causes and difficulties you underline to get out of it, past the time of pain and darkness. Chance or chance, it happens that I know one, a real past by Fleury (I accumulate this kind of encounters, who knows why, law of karma?), an old gentleman whose gaze I had to face , the handshake, the sharing of words and necessary expressions of sympathy to make a connection, when what you share causes problems to be resolved other than by recourse to the laws and courts which most of the time only complicate things .

Blast! When you take the step, the storm bursts, it’s the whole pot that jumps and a black box buried for 40 years, can explode in your face even if the facts go back to an age when consciousness is barely emerging, even if the facts were of lesser importance and were committed after having been plunged into turmoil by others, and since then you have literally transformed your life, carried by luck, which you have sought by all means to ward off fate and changed course until you engage in the fight against evil, unconsciously but even more strongly as if driven by a buried force that is also just as tenacious, even more powerful. Because it springs from a deeper aspiration than the desire to fight it out and burst your rage to end the drama, it is linked with the quest for Peace and Salvation for your soul.

In these days when destiny shows its face, you measure one fundamental thing, it is that if your twisted mind can lie to you until total denial, if your soul burns and shines with love and free faith that makes you hold standing alive despite the storms, perched on the peaks, far from all defilement and all rage, your flesh does not lie and when the time comes, it crosses itself and shouts, it trembles, it tears itself apart, it screams until ’til you face it. And when that day arrives, the danger is real of passing away. You raise your fist to the sky and curse the whole earth, you get high in rage, you just get high, and if a hand, an ear, a look does not miraculously reach out to you at that moment, you are ready to burst and resound the storm like an H-bomb in the mad hope of annihilating the entire universe to put an end to the impossibility of living which has always plagued you and which has marked all your failures, your pitfalls, your dramas without knowing it until then. How many suicides, devastated lives, outrages and notorious acts of vandalism and so on, carry in themselves the mark of this rage and this despair?

Denial is tenacious and allows you to do good and bad and act as a cape for a while, but forgetting does not heal. Worse, it makes all of you well up in the rage to which you gave a thousand pretexts, except the one you would need to free yourself and be reborn.

Only the full awareness of what you have done that marks who you are, the shame assumed and exposed in the square frees you from the weight of the past and sets you on a new path. I delivered elsewhere on this site, traces of this passage. But that is not enough either. You must then assume and make the choices that are necessary for you, for those around you and the society in which you take place to face with dignity, once you have resolutely changed and decided to fully assume to live a life of pariah designated and claimed because such is the law of this world here below. We do not forgive the unforgiving except for exceptions. But to forgive the unforgiving, isn’t that what signs true forgiveness, as Jacques Derrida said? When you go through these storms and storms, when you have resurfaced, sorry or not, you sign yourself and challenge the whole world to support your voice and your gaze. Matter of honesty, integrity, pride or haughtiness, call it what you want. A question of full and complete truth and of the need to live clearly with yourself in the world of men to which you belong, a question of life in humanity which takes the place of father and mother and home. Because Humanity is ONE isn’t it, in spite of the multiple diversities which compose it and which sign its infinity.

Psychological and psychotic delinquency or disorder? Confinement in oneself or healing? Damnation or redemption? I come back to the questions that arise from your remarks. One thing is certain, the substantive solution to this problem is not legal. Even if we have to go through this in our coercive times, if only to deal with the urgency of certain situations, the basic solution goes through other paths where awareness and the choice of serious and drastic decisions to be made in order to live free, freed from all weight as I expressed it above with other words.

Prison can be a place where an essential introspection is initiated, worked on and pursued, as confided to me last year by a former murderer who also passed through Fleury last year. Saving introspection that can go as far as a profound change of outlook on life, beings and things, and a change in behavior marked by non-judgment.

Non-judgment is the key. I am not talking about legal judgment, but about moral or spiritual non-judgment, fundamental non-judgment on the human being, whether it is the judgment you pass on yourself or on others, and which is imprinted in the gaze, the facial expressions, the gestures. Who can say who is inhuman or not? It is necessary to have received from very close friends, pampered close friends, members of your family or simple passing encounters who know, only one of these signs and marks of radical rejection, even of ostensibly marked disgust to measure this well, such as to measure inversely all the blessing and strength of Salvation that there is in a single gesture of acceptance prelude to Forgiveness. When you are able to support rejection and disgust, to overcome them and even more, to love more those who reject you and throw your stench back in your face, to enroll yourself in an even greater love, a love that they do not you probably don’t know yet, there you are finally liberated and then comes the Force. But to cross this course, lady! What sufferings in the test! And what Joy when you have passed it!

How to give love to yourself to begin with (all rebirth goes through this) and even more so to others (to definitively get out of despair and rage) when you are alone or when you do not receive any? The temptation is great to take refuge among pariahs and to live among smashes, to ignore this world and to wall oneself in another form in total denial. Not from yourself, but from the world around you. Then other problems, other rages, other despairs and other hopes invite themselves. The wheel turns but the world does not change.

What really saves in the circumstances is to fight and to confront the world, to face it, armed with the Force which is coming, multiplied by the liberation of unheard-of buried forces which were only waiting for this to spring up, which reforges your rediscovered inner unity, to which is added the lightness and peace gained at the cost of this shame finally washed away and this rage finally released.

I hope I have not exposed myself thus in vain. Writing imposed itself on me as a way a long time ago to begin this way of the cross. I made this choice for myself and for all those who are mistreated by words and misfortunes, who may recognize themselves in my voice. I made the choice to say and write publicly, because not everyone can say and or write. All have not necessarily undertaken this way of the cross either or prefer to live it at their discretion out of respect or regard for their loved ones or what remains of their life to live here below. Respect for all choices and all vocations. I’m an artist, that’s my job. To avoid it would be like failing in my mission.

I did not choose this combat medium to manifest myself by chance. The force of truth that it releases in the landscape of this country undermined by lies and manipulations of all kinds, has no equal. He serves as a beacon in my eyes and a spearhead for change in this world which will not come out of it without the quality, the courage, the lofty vision and the nobility that he embodies today in the person of its founder, Aude Lancelin, whom I salute here, and thank for the freedom it allows me to sign, and as a rare free and independent media in a world in peril moreover, which has great need of bringing together all these living forces for change. Fighting forces, that goes without saying. Because the time has come!

Thank you. Thank you all. I continue my path as an outcast who has bet on the Soul and Salvation for all and I naturally wish everyone found unity and inner peace, love-reason and non-judgment towards everyone, and to this medium strength and longevity. Thank you and long live HQ!

ÆricK

Culture of incest: a judge breaks the silence – Quartier Interdit with Edouard Durand