This article is a synthesis of the Anatman Odyssey of September 27, 2026. Every Sunday at four-thirty in the afternoon, we set off for the stars, we do yoga, we chant, and we share a guided meditation. And so, all together for eight years now, we have been creating the TCR, the Theory of the Creation of Reality.
There are Sundays when the veil tears without warning. When a phrase dropped in passing becomes a key. When one goddess recognizes herself in the mirror of another goddess, and an inner child bursts out laughing right in the middle of infinity.
On this September 27, a handful of us lay there, blindfolded, feet and hands connected to an invisible spaceship. And something tipped over. Something that felt like the obviousness of having always been here.
What if life were a video game whose level you could finally change?
Imagine. You are in the middle of a game you have been playing for decades, and no one ever told you there was a menu. A small, discreet menu, up in the top right corner, where you can choose the difficulty level. Easy. Normal. Hard. Emperor.
Throughout this Odyssey, Alexandre Anatman drew that menu out of the shadows. He set it down in front of us, calmly, the way you set down a steaming cup of tea. And he invited us to understand that to choose where that slider sits is to reclaim the sacred sovereignty of our own experience.
But before reaching the menu, we had to pass through another place. A place where disappearance itself disappears. Where love no longer needs any explanation. Where a goddess named Alexandra revealed herself under the name of Alexandre, in a burst of cosmic laughter that brought everyone to tears.
Come with us. The door is ajar. There is nothing to understand with the head, that fifth wheel of the carriage. There is only to welcome.
Realizations during the guided meditation of the Anatman Odyssey
🎁 This 10-minute excerpt from the beginning of the guided meditation (in French) is offered to you by ANATMAN TV.
Lying down, eyes closed, a blindfold over them. Feet connected. Hands connected. And now a spaceship begins to build itself, cell by cell, breath by breath. In a few moments, we will disappear together. But first, we must welcome the breath.
What happened during this September 27 meditation goes beyond anything words can convey. And yet, the words are here. So let us entrust them with the impossible task of carrying what was channeled.
The breath of life, welcomed
“I welcome the breath of life, I welcome.” A few words. One verb, repeated. And the whole door swings open. The breath is no longer something we take: it is something we receive. Inhaling stops being a deliberate act and becomes a gift.
On the exhale, everything lets go. The air comes in by itself. The air goes out by itself. There is no longer a “me” doing the breathing. There is only life, breathing through a body that has finally surrendered.
Connecting to infinite surrender
“I link myself, I connect to this infinite, eternal surrender, something that lets go, lets go, disappears.” A surrender with neither beginning nor end. A surrender that existed before you, and will exist after you. All you do is link yourself to it.
It is like diving into an ocean that has always been waiting for you. Every cell lets go. Every muscle lets go. Every thought lets go. And all that remains is this vast, silent, loving presence.
The disappearance of disappearance
“It disappears so much that even the disappearance disappears.” Vertigo. How do you name what is no longer there to be named? It is no longer you who disappears — it is disappearance itself that vanishes into its own movement.
There is no one left to notice that there is no one left. This is the point where the Non-Self stops being an idea and becomes a silent obviousness, gentle and fresh as a mountain stream.
Understanding from the heart
“It understands from the heart.” And right there, Alexandre slips in a sentence that reshuffles the whole deck: “From laughter, not from the head. The fifth wheel of the carriage, the head.“
True understanding does not come from analysis. It comes from a quiver in the chest. From laughter rising. From a tear that falls for no reason. The heart knows before the mind arrives, out of breath, trying to explain.
Love without explanation
“It loves without any explanation.” No “because.” No “if.” No “when.” Just loving. Like breathing. Like a heartbeat. Like being.
And perhaps this is the deepest liberation of all: realizing that love never needed to be justified. It is, that’s all. It flows through. It radiates. It expects nothing in return because it never asked for anything.
A definition of love
“An infinite welcome of all that you are, have been, and will be.” This may be the most moving definition of love ever heard on the Anatman Odyssey. A welcome that does not sort. That does not rank. That does not judge.
All that you are. All that you have been — including the versions you are ashamed of. All that you will be — including the ones you have not met yet. Infinite. Without reservation. Without condition.
Welcoming even the most dramatic experiences
“It is a laughter that can welcome you whatever all your experiences may be, even the most dramatic, tragic, horrible ones — it is welcomed.” There is nothing, absolutely nothing, that this love cannot embrace. Traumas. Grief. Shame. Mistakes. Abandonment. Everything.
It is the laughter of a child at play. An innocent laughter that knows neither fear nor judgment. A laughter that, by welcoming you just as you are, returns you to your own innocence 🕊️.
I love you just as you are
“I can welcome you just as you are, with all your history, all your suffering.” Every word carries weight. All your history. All your suffering. Not a selected part. Not a presentable version. You, whole.
This “I love you just as you are” is not a concession. It is a celebration. A recognition that your story, in its entirety, is divine 💖.
There was never anyone
“Yes, there is no one anymore because in fact there was never anyone.” And it was at that precise moment that Anaïs had an awakening experience, live. “Oh, Anaïs just had an awakening experience in real time. And at the same time, it’s what this has always wanted, really.“
There is no someone who disappears. There has never been someone. Awakening is not arriving somewhere new. It is the realization that there was never any journey at all.
The paradox of unity and duality
“It is the paradox of unity creating duality in order to see itself.” Why does it take two to love? Because the One, alone, cannot see itself. It needs a mirror. And the mirror is the other.
“If there aren’t two, there is no love.” This sentence is a key. Love, in order to exist, needs an apparent duality. This is the sacred paradox of Creation: Unity fragments itself so that it can behold itself.
Without you, I do not exist
“Without you, I do not exist.” The words ring out like a confession. How could I exist without you? Without duality? There would only be the One. And the One without the two is of no use at all.
You are necessary. Infinitely necessary. Not because you are useful — but because, without you, Love could not see itself ✨.
The divine perfection of expression
“Everything you express is divine.” Absolutely everything. Todo. Even the wounds. Even the traumas. Even the horrors. Even the hardships. Everything is welcomed, everything is sacred.
This sentence shatters years of silent guilt. Your cries, your rages, your falls, your rebirths — all of it is the divine expression of who you are.
Allowing myself to honor my path
“I allow myself to honor my path, my story, everything that was hidden behind what seem to be traumas or hardships.” Wounds are not mistakes. They are the crevices that create the relief.
Without crevices, no relief. Without hardship, no depth. Your story, with all its shadowy places, is the magnificent landscape of your soul.
Welcoming my relief
“I welcome my relief, everything that seemed to be traumas, wounds.” What seemed to damage you has in truth sculpted you. Like a Japanese bowl mended with gold.
Your scars are your most beautiful signatures. They tell where you have been, what you have come through, and how you survived 🌿.
Mending with gold and with love
“Gratitude for mending with gold and with love everything that wounded me, even butchered me, everything that is reassuring.” It is the art of kintsugi applied to the soul. Every crack becomes a line of gold.
Not in spite of the wounds. Thanks to the wounds. They are the very fabric of your beauty 💫.
Welcoming all suffering
“I welcome all my suffering now, I welcome.” Now. Not tomorrow. Not when it gets easier. Now. In this very instant, as you read these lines.
Welcoming does not mean validating the pain. It means no longer fighting it. And this no-longer-fighting, paradoxically, is where healing begins 🤍.
Every person is a master
“Every person I meet is an offering, is a master, a mistress.” Every person. Not only the ones you love. Every person — with their whole story, their hardships, their horrors, their suffering.
The man who hurt you was a master. The woman who abandoned you was a mistress. Every encounter is a sacred offering that teaches you who you are.
I am the space that welcomes everything
“I am what creates the space.” You are not the content. You are the container. You are not the thoughts: you are the consciousness in which thoughts appear.
And this space is so vast that it can welcome everything. All that you are. All that the other is. All that has been. All that will be 🕊️.
Embodying the sacred space
“An absolute, universal, unconditional, sacred love.” Four adjectives that close every exit. Absolute: nothing escapes it. Universal: it excludes no one. Unconditional: it demands nothing. Sacred: it is of the very nature of the divine.
And this love, Alexandre reminds us, is something we embody. It is not a distant ideal. It is the very fabric of our deepest being.
The size of love is proportional
“The size of love is proportional to the other’s capacity to welcome.” And if you are the Absolute, then that capacity to welcome is limitless. It grows as the expression unfolds.
The more you welcome, the more your capacity to welcome expands. Love is the only treasure that grows by being given away.
Being a mirror for the other
“Being a mirror to offer the other their reflection.” What a gift. The most beautiful gift. To become the mirror in which the other can finally recognize themselves.
Not by teaching them. Not by correcting them. Simply by welcoming them so completely that they can, for the first time, see themselves whole.
Initiation into the perfect measure
“Gratitude for receiving the initiation of the perfect measure.” The perfect measure. A new mantra. A new seal. In expression, in closeness, in touch, in welcome.
To measure is not to hold back. It is to honor the right amount, the right intensity, the right vibration for each moment 💞.
Measuring so as not to burn
“Beings of love know how to measure so as not to burn.” A staggering sentence. A love too great can consume. The highest beings of love know how to temper their radiance.
Not out of restraint, but out of compassion. So that the other can receive without being destroyed by the intensity of the gift.
Weighing every expression
“Gratitude for measuring, for weighing every expression, every word, the energy in the word, vibration, expression.” Every word has weight. Every word carries a vibration.
Awakened beings no longer speak just to speak. They weigh every syllable the way a goldsmith weighs every gram of gold.
The intelligence of difficulty
“Gratitude for receiving the initiation, intelligence of difficulty, gratitude.” Difficulty is not a mistake life makes. It is life’s finest intelligence.
Every difficulty is a coded teaching. Every obstacle, a diploma in the making. The intelligence of difficulty teaches us to read what ease keeps hidden 🌱.
The greater the difficulty, the greater the gift
“And the greater the difficulty, the greater the gift.” An iron law of the spiritual life. The greatest gifts come wrapped in the heaviest paper.
If you are going through something enormous right now, get ready. The gift on its way will be equal to the trial 💫.
Initiation into faith
“Gratitude for receiving the initiation of faith.” Faith. Not blind belief. But absolute trust in the intelligence of life, even when everything seems to be falling apart.
Trusting that whatever happens, even the unbearable, carries within it a seed of light 🙏.
Releasing fears
“I release into love everything that frightens.” Not fighting. Not fleeing. Releasing. Into love. With love. Through love.
Fear dissolved in love stops being a threat. It becomes useful information.
Transmuting fears into signals
“Gratitude for transmuting fears into signals, gratitude.” Fears are not enemies. They are signals. Messengers.
Every fear is saying something. Once transmuted, fears become precious allies of discernment.
Jumping into the Deep End
“I release into love everything that keeps me from jumping into the Deep End.” The Deep End. This mantra belongs to Alexandre in particular, but anyone can make it their own.
Jump. Stop hesitating. Trust what has been calling you for so many years, and dive in.
I know how to swim
“I release into love everything that would make me believe I can’t swim.” You know how to swim. You have always known. You were simply convinced otherwise.
Releasing the voices that say “you can’t” means rediscovering that the water has always held you up.
Placing myself where life needs it
“Gratitude for placing myself where life needs it most.” Not where you want. Where life needs it.
And that is often exactly where you already are — provided you fully embody it.
Trained for what is coming
“Gratitude for realizing that I have been trained for what is coming.” Every past trial was training. Every difficulty, a preparation.
Whatever is coming, however big it may be, you are already ready. Your body knows it. Your soul knows it.
Testing the TCR
“Gratitude for testing the TCR.” The Theory of the Creation of Reality is not a doctrine to memorize. It is a protocol to experiment with.
Test. Measure. Adjust. The TCR lives in your daily practice, not in books.
Initiation into disguise and camouflage
“Gratitude for receiving the initiation, disguise and camouflage.” Knowing how to hide. Knowing how to blend in. Knowing how not to be seen when it is not the time to be seen.
This is not abandoning authenticity. It is an operational wisdom of the heart.
The chameleon initiation
“Gratitude for receiving the chameleon initiation.” Adapting. Changing color with the surroundings. Staying yourself while taking on the shapes of the moment.
The chameleon is no hypocrite: it is a virtuoso of loving survival.
The polymorph initiation
“Gratitude for receiving the initiation, polymorph.” Being able to take on every form. Level ten thousand. The capacity of the liberated soul to embrace every expression without becoming its prisoner.
Goddess. Warrior. Child. Elder. All of these, and none of these, at once.
Processing signals with the supramental
“Gratitude for processing signals with the divine supramental.” Signals are no longer processed by the mind. They are processed by the supramental — that higher intelligence of heart-consciousness.
Faster. More accurate. More sacred ✨.
Following the heart and love
“Gratitude for following the heart and love, gratitude.” Simple. Obvious. And yet, how many years does it take to come back to it?
Following your heart is not giving in to the emotion of the moment. It is obeying that inner compass that knows your path better than you do.
Choosing the difficulty level
“Gratitude for choosing the slider, the difficulty level, gratitude.” Here is the major add-on to the TCR revealed that day. You can choose. Truly choose.
If it is too hard, switch to easy mode. If it is too easy, switch to hard. Life is a game, and you are holding the controller 🦋.
Creating magic potions and buffs
“Gratitude for creating magic potions and buffs in reality.” A buff, in video games, is a potion that temporarily boosts you up several levels.
In life, buffs exist too. A retreat. A workshop. An encounter. A book. Sacred accelerators that propel you forward.
Honoring the player in me
“I honor and celebrate the player in me.” The player is not frivolous. The player is sacred. It is the one who has not forgotten that life is a game.
Honoring the player means honoring the innocence that remains in you, even after every trial 🌟.
Remembering who I am
“I remember what I am, I remember.” Not learning. Remembering. You have always known.
Above as below, you are that immense consciousness playing at forgetting for the sheer pleasure of finding itself again.
Trained to play with finesse
“Gratitude, I remember that I have been trained to be what I am and to play with intelligence and finesse.” All your role-playing games. All your games of Civilization. All your tests. All your failures.
All of it was training. You are a seasoned player who doesn’t know it yet 💞.
Playing as a team
“Gratitude, too, for playing as a team, gratitude.” You don’t play the great games alone. You play as a team.
And the Anatman Odyssey, every Sunday, is exactly that: a team coming together to test the TCR side by side.
Allowing myself to build a team
“Gratitude for allowing oneself to build a team to go play and test the TCR.” Allowing oneself. The verb matters. So many people deny themselves this permission.
Daring to ask. Daring to gather. Daring to say “come with me.” Heroic solitude is an exhausting illusion.
Remembering my commando lives
“I remember all my commando lives, I remember.” All those lives in which you learned to survive. To operate in silence. To protect. To coordinate.
They are not lost. They are archived in your deep memory, ready to be reactivated.
Reclaiming my animal instinct
“Gratitude for reclaiming my instinct, all my animal survival instincts.” Instinct is not inferior to intellect. It is complementary.
Reclaiming your animal instinct means giving your finest non-mental perceptions their rightful place again 🌿.
Heightening all my perceptions
“Gratitude for heightening all my perceptions, gratitude.” Not one or two. All of them. Sight, hearing, smell, touch, energy, intuition.
Widening the bandwidth of your perception multiplies your ability to play with finesse 💫.
Disconnecting the hands from the ship
“We are going to disconnect the hands first, gratitude, thank you, thank you to the goddesses who are here with me.” The return begins gently. The hands disconnect from the cosmic ship.
And already, the goddesses are named. Anaïs. Lilith. Alexandra. Each one a pillar of the meditation that has just been lived.
Disconnecting the feet
“Very gently, we are going to disconnect the feet too, gratitude to God, the sacred men who are here with us.” Then the feet. And the sacred men are named too. Kévin. François. Alexis.
Every presence has been, every presence is, every presence will be honored 🙏.
Rewatching the key films
“Gratitude for rewatching key films such as Free Guy, The Truman Show, Cloud Atlas, and Limitless.” Four films. Four codices. Four mirrors of the game.
And above all, Limitless. The film about what happens when perception is suddenly heightened. The invitation has been extended.
The final I love you
“I love you, see you in a little while, I love you.” And there it is. The meditation closes on what opened it: I love you.
Three little words. The greatest there are. The alpha and omega of this September 27 Anatman Odyssey 💖.
The 53 realizations of this meditation at a glance — click a row to jump to the passage. ✨
| No. | Realization | In one sentence |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | The breath of life, welcomed | “I welcome the breath of life, I welcome.” |
| 2 | Connecting to infinite surrender | “I link myself, I connect to this infinite, eternal surrender, something that lets go, lets go, disappears.” |
| 3 | The disappearance of disappearance | “It disappears so much that even the disappearance disappears.” |
| 4 | Understanding from the heart | “It understands from the heart.” |
| 5 | Love without explanation | “It loves without any explanation.” |
| 6 | A definition of love | “An infinite welcome of all that you are, have been, and will be.” |
| 7 | Welcoming even the most dramatic experiences | “It is a laughter that can welcome you whatever all your experiences may be, even the most dramatic, tragic, horrible ones — it is welcomed.” |
| 8 | I love you just as you are | “I can welcome you just as you are, with all your history, all your suffering.” |
| 9 | There was never anyone | “Yes, there is no one anymore because in fact there was never anyone.” |
| 10 | The paradox of unity and duality | “It is the paradox of unity creating duality in order to see itself.” |
| 11 | Without you, I do not exist | “Without you, I do not exist.” |
| 12 | The divine perfection of expression | “Everything you express is divine.” |
| 13 | Allowing myself to honor my path | “I allow myself to honor my path, my story, everything that was hidden behind what seem to be traumas or hardships.” |
| 14 | Welcoming my relief | “I welcome my relief, everything that seemed to be traumas, wounds.” |
| 15 | Mending with gold and with love | “Gratitude for mending with gold and with love everything that wounded me, even butchered me, everything that is reassuring.” |
| 16 | Welcoming all suffering | “I welcome all my suffering now, I welcome.” |
| 17 | Every person is a master | “Every person I meet is an offering, is a master, a mistress.” |
| 18 | I am the space that welcomes everything | “I am what creates the space.” |
| 19 | Embodying the sacred space | “An absolute, universal, unconditional, sacred love.” |
| 20 | The size of love is proportional | “The size of love is proportional to the other’s capacity to welcome.” |
| 21 | Being a mirror for the other | “Being a mirror to offer the other their reflection.” |
| 22 | Initiation into the perfect measure | “Gratitude for receiving the initiation of the perfect measure.” |
| 23 | Measuring so as not to burn | “Beings of love know how to measure so as not to burn.” |
| 24 | Weighing every expression | “Gratitude for measuring, for weighing every expression, every word, the energy in the word, vibration, expression.” |
| 25 | The intelligence of difficulty | “Gratitude for receiving the initiation, intelligence of difficulty, gratitude.” |
| 26 | The greater the difficulty, the greater the gift | “And the greater the difficulty, the greater the gift.” |
| 27 | Initiation into faith | “Gratitude for receiving the initiation of faith.” |
| 28 | Releasing fears | “I release into love everything that frightens.” |
| 29 | Transmuting fears into signals | “Gratitude for transmuting fears into signals, gratitude.” |
| 30 | Jumping into the Deep End | “I release into love everything that keeps me from jumping into the Deep End.” |
| 31 | I know how to swim | “I release into love everything that would make me believe I can’t swim.” |
| 32 | Placing myself where life needs it | “Gratitude for placing myself where life needs it most.” |
| 33 | Trained for what is coming | “Gratitude for realizing that I have been trained for what is coming.” |
| 34 | Testing the TCR | “Gratitude for testing the TCR.” |
| 35 | Initiation into disguise and camouflage | “Gratitude for receiving the initiation, disguise and camouflage.” |
| 36 | The chameleon initiation | “Gratitude for receiving the chameleon initiation.” |
| 37 | The polymorph initiation | “Gratitude for receiving the initiation, polymorph.” |
| 38 | Processing signals with the supramental | “Gratitude for processing signals with the divine supramental.” |
| 39 | Following the heart and love | “Gratitude for following the heart and love, gratitude.” |
| 40 | Choosing the difficulty level | “Gratitude for choosing the slider, the difficulty level, gratitude.” |
| 41 | Creating magic potions and buffs | “Gratitude for creating magic potions and buffs in reality.” |
| 42 | Honoring the player in me | “I honor and celebrate the player in me.” |
| 43 | Remembering who I am | “I remember what I am, I remember.” |
| 44 | Trained to play with finesse | “Gratitude, I remember that I have been trained to be what I am and to play with intelligence and finesse.” |
| 45 | Playing as a team | “Gratitude, too, for playing as a team, gratitude.” |
| 46 | Allowing myself to build a team | “Gratitude for allowing oneself to build a team to go play and test the TCR.” |
| 47 | Remembering my commando lives | “I remember all my commando lives, I remember.” |
| 48 | Reclaiming my animal instinct | “Gratitude for reclaiming my instinct, all my animal survival instincts.” |
| 49 | Heightening all my perceptions | “Gratitude for heightening all my perceptions, gratitude.” |
| 50 | Disconnecting the hands from the ship | “We are going to disconnect the hands first, gratitude, thank you, thank you to the goddesses who are here with me.” |
| 51 | Disconnecting the feet | “Very gently, we are going to disconnect the feet too, gratitude to God, the sacred men who are here with us.” |
| 52 | Rewatching the key films | “Gratitude for rewatching key films such as Free Guy, The Truman Show, Cloud Atlas, and Limitless.” |
| 53 | The final I love you | “I love you, see you in a little while, I love you.” |
The power of sacred habit
Something deeply moving happens when you practice yoga almost every day, Tuesday through Saturday, at eight in the morning. Something that cannot be told, only felt. The muscles remember. The breath remembers. The posture of surrender remembers.
“For those of you who do our yoga every day, Tuesday through Saturday at eight, you can feel a training, a habit, a serenity, and even an ease.” That is what Alexandre slipped in, almost in passing, as we rose onto our tiptoes, suspended by our hands like divine marionettes.
The sentence seems harmless. It is not. It holds the secret of a sacred habit — the radical opposite of a program. A program locks you in. A sacred habit sets you free.
“I return to the practice of alignment, the practice of vibrational ascents.”
What daily repetition reveals is an inner yogi. An inner masseur. An intelligence that already knows your body by heart and, every morning, releases the tension without you even having to think about it. “A bit like cats stretching every day. Except here, I have my own masseur stretching me every day.“
And that is where the magic happens. After a few weeks, then a few months, then a few years, it is no longer you doing the yoga. It is the yoga doing itself through you. There is no longer a “me” to do the posture. There is only the posture unfolding, perfect, in its ancestral intelligence.
That kind of opening is something no reading, no theory, no intensive weekend can give you. Only loving, patient, devotional repetition can lay this treasure within you. Sacred habit is not an effort. It is a surrender renewed each day, at the same mysterious appointment.
Realization of the Yoga
Before the meditation, there was the yoga. And what yoga it was. A yoga like no other, because it is not gymnastics: it is a channeling of the body toward the invisible.
It all began with hands raised, feet anchored, calves engaged. Rising, rising, rising. Then onto the tiptoes. Then a deep inhale. Then the whole body contracting: abs, glutes, thighs. “I can feel emotions and sensations.“
And already, in this very first posture, something is revealed: we have a physical body. An avatar. This is no small detail. It is the vessel through which all expression will flow.
“You are expressing strength, balance, determination, your power to do yoga almost every day.”
Then came the blindfold. The eyes close. The inner world opens. “I surrender to my inner yogi, I surrender. I surrender to my inner masseur.” A powerful mantra that dissolves the practitioner’s ego.
The posture of surrender with thumbs hooked together. The hip circles. The side stretches where the neck lets itself be massaged by the hand. And always the same instruction: let go. Let go. Let go. Until you disappear.
Next came the lying posture with the strap. Right leg extended, then the left. The neck free, relaxed. Only the forearms pull. And there, “like a torture of laughter,” something breaks loose. Laughter rises. Tears too. “If it trembles, it trembles. If it lets go, it lets go. If it cries, it cries.” Everything is welcomed 🦋.
Then the frog. Three minutes of breath of fire. The air goes out, the air comes in by itself. Then rest. Back on the floor. Infinity settling into you.
But the most magical moment may well have been the conscious walk. Standing, blindfolded, arms circling to lose all visual bearings. Then a single instruction: “Just walk. I let the body walk by itself.“
“Just as all the yoga did itself, without the me, the walking will happen by itself too.”
And the body walks. Without you. It explores the space, finds the presences, moves like a blind cat with supernatural acuity. The arches of the feet become the only point of contact with Gaia. And in that simple contact, everything becomes bliss.
By the end, the autonomous system didn’t want to stop. “It’s like a child at play who doesn’t want to stop.” And we understood it well: this kind of yoga does not seek to discipline you. It seeks to awaken in you the child who has just learned to walk and marvels at being able to walk.
From this meditation, the Theory of the Creation of Reality was born
From this September 27 meditation sprang a cornerstone of the TCR: the difficulty slider add-on. Once you understand that life is a video game, you reclaim the sacred sovereignty of choosing your level.
Too hard? You go to the menu, top right, and switch to easy mode. Change places. Leave toxic relationships. Rest for a few months. Too easy? You turn the slider up, you seek out the high-risk zones — with their high-value gifts.
And above all, above all: you don’t have to play alone. Build a team. Test the TCR together. Go into the dangerous places as a group. That is the very logic of the sacred commando.
An infinite welcome of all that you are, have been, and will be.
Yes, there is no one anymore because in fact there was never anyone.
And the greater the difficulty, the greater the gift.
Voices from the We
In the silence that follows each Odyssey, hearts speak. Here is what the We laid down on this Sunday, September 27.
On sound and vibration
From the very first mic checks, the presences announced themselves, each carrying its own frequency into the chat.
- “Hi Alexandre 🙏” — Valérie
- “Hello everyone 💖☀️” — Valérie
- “Hello to you all” — Francis
- “Hi 😊 ❤️🔥🙏” — Préma
On yoga and the body
After the physical practice, the bodies spoke. One especially joyful response rippled through the chat 🌿.
“The yoga was so much better today, Yess, amazing” — Valérie
- “YESS” — Valérie
- “I love you 🥰” — Valérie
- “Gratitude ❤️🔥” — Préma
- “All year round is good too! 🤣🤣🤣” — Préma
On the meditation and the realizations
Then came the deep silence, and after it, the pearl-words 💫.
“GRATITUDE for what IS LIFE and MAKES LIFE 💝💞💕” — Dona
- “Gratitude” — Marie Dominique
- “Gratitude” — Shakti Anne
- “Hi 🙏” — MaHA
- “Gratitude” — Typhaine d’Amour
Luminous farewells
And before closing the door, each one left a final I love you 💖.
- “Gratitude Alexandre 🙏” — Valérie
- “Gratitude ❤️🔥 🙏🔥💛” — Préma
- “Gratitude 🙏🏾” — Paule Marie
- “Gratitude 💜🙏” — Sandrine
- “Gratitude” — Ramda
Themes: welcome · unconditional love · video game · theory of creation · goddess · awakening · perfect measure · initiation
This article was originally written in French: Comment choisir votre niveau de difficulté dans le jeu de la vie — S11E14
