(…) To tell you the truth, since the end of last year, I am living a strange experience. If I say it easily, I submit myself to something which is close to hypnosis and counseling. It consists in searching the hidden parts in our subconscious, and seeing them as images. I've heard that "sometimes, there are people who even see their memories of the time where they were fetus, or of their former life", but I thought : that's impossible ! Yet, after several sessions, I saw them, the memories of someone else than myself, of his experiences. During the sessions, it was first the left side of my body which became very heavy, (…) and my left arm was so, so heavy, painful. Obeying the counselor, I watched my left arm with my eyes firmly closed. On this left arm was rolled up a thick iron chain. I looked around. I could see progressively. A wall made of stone blocks. An old wall. It's cold, and there is an awful humidity. Verifying my body, I feel that it isn't mine. Nevertheless, it looks so like mine. The palm of the hands are very like mine. But the shoulders and hips, they look like mine but are different somewhere. It was a male body, still young, a body of a boy.
About one hundred years ago, in Morocco, I was imprisoned by my own mother in a basement room of an old house, my left arm rolled up by a chain, I was a boy who was turning fifteen (…) A long time ago, I told Machi-kun : " in my former life, I was a boy" "Probably. And I was surely a girl" Yes, that was curiously convincing (…)
Maybe every one won't believe it. In reality, I myself am still somewhere in doubt. But at least, these images are something extremely important for me, something which remained stuck in my heart since I was a kid, there is no question about it (…)
I think that he was Luci'fer. He wanted someone to know about him, confided me with the task to transmit it, and I relate it as stories, I have that impression. No, I am sure of it. But he is myself (…) "The doll of the name of Luci'fer" was maybe the memories of his childhood, where his mother didn't even touch him (…)