A Letter from Commander Jacques-Yves Cousteau
This is a letter written by the world famous oceanographer and film-maker Commander Jacques-Yves Cousteau where he tells of his experiences with the Babongo pygmies of Gabon and his trials within the Gabonese sea. This letter is a plea to the world to protect and preserve the spiritual heartland that is Gabon. The letter was released after his death as part of his estate. It was a letter that he asked be given to the Pope, and the current presidents of the US and Gabon at the time of his death.
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This is a translation from the original french document which you may download on the right. |
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"Hello Holy Father, it is an honor for me to send you my most respectful greetings, at the dawn of this new day being here off the coast of Gabon. I have long sailed and explored the oceans, seas, lakes and rivers of Gabon without a single incident affecting my soul or striking my spirit. But ever since I first set foot on Gabonese soil, I have never ceased to be amazed at what my eyes have not seen elsewhere
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Holy Father, I saw among the Babongo, the Pygmies of southern Gabon in Apindji country and Tsogho country, the Bantu people of this region, very white and very blond white people come out of the trees and plants in the Gabonese forest. During the full moon at 3:00 a.m. to celebrate, dance and sing the worship of Bwiti. One of their number looked at me and said "Bwiti is God". There were thousands of them in the forest, dancing with Pygmies, the cult of God they called Bwiti. Both inside and outside the temple, fire was the master of ceremony. I saw a young, blond, white man who came up to me and said, "Do you know why fire is the master of Bwiti? I replied, "No, I don't," and he said, "Fire is master in Bwiti because it is God, the sun, the father of all things and life." Then I asked him, "Why do you eat and worship the roots of this shrub, and what is its name? He replied, "This shrub is called 'Iboga' and it represents the sacred body of the Son of Man, God 'Yah'". "And look at that big tree over there, which sprouted from the drops of God's blood and represents the blood of his son? What do you call it?" I asked him, and he replied: "It's called the Kevazingo, and it's a lunar tree which also represents a woman's menstruation I saw all the white and pygmy women rubbing red kaolin from this tree. Then the young man told me this story: God gave Bwiti and Iboga to the Pygmies, who in turn gave them to the Apindji. Having acquired it, they taught it to the Tsogo, who in turn taught it to the Omyènè, who passed it onto the Chamitic people from the land of Couche and Nubia. And among the Fang, the cult of Bwiti, God, gave rise to the cult of Ombwiri, also known as Anenghé, transcendence, which is the cult of the Holy Spirit, God's active force and God's spouse Joa Maria. |
Photo taken in The Sanctuary at MBOKA A NZAMBE. We see the women seated in the bottom of the image and the white faced spirits above them. Click on the image to see the original photo.
Preparing the womens' red kaolin from the KEVAZINGO tree in MBOKA A NZAMBE
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Thus was born Bwiti, man and Ombirila woman, in other words God and Mary. And from the union of Bwiti and Ombwiri was born the doctrine and cult of the holy medicine of the Jordan, whose name is "Silao Nfoubane Angang" in Equatorial Guinea, in the village of Nfoua, in the home of a pious and pure man named Henrique Nze Avome Bibang. Behind the young man, I saw a white woman emerge from the river and turn into a civet. She said to me: "I am Mouma y Zogho, the woman to whom God transmitted Bwiti in the forest and who transmitted it to men who, on acquiring it, offered a liqueur and gifts in secret. "I am the woman who gave her soul as an offering to God, and whose life he took away by taking her offering.
At these words, I woke up in the tent I was sleeping in and looked at the clock. It was 3:30 am. “My God”, I said, “so I was asleep?”. Yet, it seemed true. And before I could finish my sentence, I saw a gigantic wisp (feu-follet) passing through the woods, with an old white man sitting on it. All this happened from Friday night to Saturday dawn, when, while relieving myself, I saw a satyr eating the roots of the Iboga tree he had dug up. In Upper Komo, I spotted a pirogue (canoe) navigating the waters of the Komo River, in the south-west of Woleu Ntem province. It was around 5:30 a.m. when I saw the Virgin Mary dressed in gazelle skin holding a zither between her thighs. She was playing the zither as she sat in the pirogue paddled by a black man dressed in raffia.
At these words, I woke up in the tent I was sleeping in and looked at the clock. It was 3:30 am. “My God”, I said, “so I was asleep?”. Yet, it seemed true. And before I could finish my sentence, I saw a gigantic wisp (feu-follet) passing through the woods, with an old white man sitting on it. All this happened from Friday night to Saturday dawn, when, while relieving myself, I saw a satyr eating the roots of the Iboga tree he had dug up. In Upper Komo, I spotted a pirogue (canoe) navigating the waters of the Komo River, in the south-west of Woleu Ntem province. It was around 5:30 a.m. when I saw the Virgin Mary dressed in gazelle skin holding a zither between her thighs. She was playing the zither as she sat in the pirogue paddled by a black man dressed in raffia.
The logo of MBOKA A NZAMBE's ONG shows the Siroi support the land of Gabon
The crown on the terrestial globe can be seen in the mural at the entrance to Mboka A Nzambe
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After my operation on Gabonese soil, I set off on my boat to explore the Gabonese Sea, where I lost my soul. I discovered wonders beneath the waters of the Gabonese Sea, wonders unique in the world. Then I saw a Dutch ship in the depths of the Gabon Sea. I visited the ship laden with Dutch goods and bones stranded in the heart of the unexplored sea, unknown to the world. A little further from the ship, I saw gold and treasure buried in one of the caves, a cave the size of Caledonia, guarded by a dragon-serpent with a red dot on its forehead. A green dragon, covered by a yellow-green plant that was surrounded by a diamond. The sight of the yellow-green plant and the diamond reflected the colors of Gabon's national flag. Being so scared, I climbed out of the water. As night fell, I dived back in to explore the cave and saw before my eyes the dragon transform into a powerful “Siroi”. A mermaid (male) who had the power to open the doors of space and travel out into the universe whenever he wished beneath the waters of the Atlantic through his cave and the transdimensional doors.
The mighty “Siroi" saw me and slapped his tail on my camera. He grabbed me and took me to other dimensions to see the things that I cannot mention in this letter and that my tongue will never be able to utter. Then he carved my name on a stone. And when I looked, I saw the date on which I was going to die because my eyes and my ears had already seen too much and heard too much. The powerful “Siroi” wore a pure gold medallion on which was written "Gabon” and above the inscription there was a crown placed on a terrestrial globe. After all that, he let me go back to my family, to whom I had to lie by telling them that my camera had suffered an impact and that it had broken. The life of the French filmmaker and oceanographer ended there. My soul remained in Gabon and my body here, in France, where I was buried. Holy father, pray for my soul which, apart from the wonders it experiences, also experiences the abominable things of this small country, the first power in the world in its occult side, and in its innumerable mysteries neglected by the world. Spirituality is at the heart of Gabonese waters and forests. This is the spirituality for the world where God and his people still manifest themselves as he once was in thought, word and action. May UNESCO and the Vatican protect Gabon against oppressors and their evil practices on this land blessed by God! May the Vatican and the world forever pray for this little country; may the Blessed Virgin Mary cherish it so that it remains the cradle of human and inhuman, natural and supernatural, rational and irrational knowledge. |
Yes, Gabon is our hope when it comes to intelligence, knowledge and understanding of ordinary and extraordinary things. So the world must kneel down before Gabon, elevating Gabon so that Gabon can in turn elevate it. I emphasize in this letter that no one will steal or take anything from Gabon with force and disdain, only by bowing down with love and kindness. For the Gabonese and Gabon are the center of physical and metaphysical scientific research. Gabon is the Israel, Egypt, Greece,India and China of yesterday, united in a small state to form Gabon. May kingdoms and empires come to Gabon's rescue. May principalities and republics do the same, so that humanity can rediscover its roots, and so that descendants and future generations can learn the true history of humanity, and not the one invented for us by men of science, who inculcate us with their imagination and inventions.
O may God hear me, and may this letter fall into the right hands and travel the length and breadth of the earth, so that all may know that God reveals himself to whomever he pleases in thought, word and action. Let them also know that God is the author of all things. No thing has been done, is being done or will be done without God's will, will and intent. God is the master of ordinary and extraordinary phenomena. He alone can explain why this or that thing exists or doesn't exist. God remains our only true recourse, which scientists and scholars forget out of pride and prefer to dedicate their exploits to their own intuition, whereas every imagination, every intuition, every inspiration and every thought comes from either God or the Devil, and not from man himself.
Here I withdraw my pen from the ink, hoping that God will provide for me, that he will defend my good cause and elevate my writings as he did those of Odysseus. So be it!" - Jacques-Yves Cousteau
O may God hear me, and may this letter fall into the right hands and travel the length and breadth of the earth, so that all may know that God reveals himself to whomever he pleases in thought, word and action. Let them also know that God is the author of all things. No thing has been done, is being done or will be done without God's will, will and intent. God is the master of ordinary and extraordinary phenomena. He alone can explain why this or that thing exists or doesn't exist. God remains our only true recourse, which scientists and scholars forget out of pride and prefer to dedicate their exploits to their own intuition, whereas every imagination, every intuition, every inspiration and every thought comes from either God or the Devil, and not from man himself.
Here I withdraw my pen from the ink, hoping that God will provide for me, that he will defend my good cause and elevate my writings as he did those of Odysseus. So be it!" - Jacques-Yves Cousteau