When I was a kid in France, my Mum tried to make me aware of the unknown power of the feminine element. She taught me how to be cautious and careful, educated his son with the thought that a glittering of eyes or a sweet tone of voice could bring up his fall. But despite my mother's efforts, I slightly fell into this deep adoration, and loosing all the references that my parents set up in my mind,  I joined a mind-threatening sect. Brainwashes, ceremonies and long lectures, celebrations were my daily life then. I soon became the Grand Adorateur, leading the community on the sacred path of adoration. Since that period, I am recovering but even though, I am still weak and victim everyday. Hanging around the streets brings me the evidence that my Mum was right.
 
 
 
 
 
 

See the excerpts from the Grand Aphrodite Adoration Bible.