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As there is no better way of gaining time than by talking with God I go into the forest.
THE THING THAT MOVES IN THE NIGHT…
This morning I got up at four o’clock.
As there is no better way of gaining time than by talking with God, instead of going directly into the studio, as is my habit, I go into the forest.
Blimey! It’s really dark tonight! You can’t see further than not far at all… Well, that’s all I needed: fog. But as I enter it, I remember the presence of God in the temple… It’s like my life, I don’t know where I’m going, but we’re moving along faster and faster!
So it’s really getting crazy, despite the fact that the challenges have been bigger and bigger, they are met each time…
There’s no getting round it, Jesus is a darned good pilot!
When he steers like that, I personally prefer to keep my eyes closed so I can pray better… and I am confident.
All of a sudden, a rustling noise brings me out of my meditation. There, right in the middle of the forest, far away from any eye-witness, I sense a presence coming towards me.
No, I am not dreaming: a white shape is drawing implacably closer.
‘#* Argh!! a gigantic rabid white fox!!!’
A slight shiver runs through me, but I am ready to fight with my best Kung-Fu (in other words, to flail about haphazardly in the style of a food mixer kneading the dough).
‘The thing’ advances mercilessly and implacably towards me! It’s impossible to get out of its way.
It’s at about the distance of a punch when I realise that it’s just a passer-by.
I stammer a ‘G... Good m... morning’ to him.
And he replies with the most banal ‘Hi!’
Good grief! What kind of forest is this, where people are out walking right
in the middle