This story is not a romantic fantasy or a purely fictional tale. Let's say it's not a story that came out of the mind of a mortal. It is an authentic story of which I was the privileged and invisible witness during my charity tours here below. I am indeed the follower of the hero of this initiatory story, or philosophical according to the points of view. What am I as a segre? I don't have time to tell you here, but you will know it in the course of the story. Soon enough, I think. All I can say now is that from my immortal sojourn in the land of silence and bliss, I received, through my immortal peers, the power and the duty to protect my descendants, to accompany all charitable beings, to guide their steps in the exercise of virtue, here below. I know that some of you, familiar with a rationally explained and explainable world, will find it hard to believe in this story which mixes opposing but yet complementary worlds. It is very understandable. However, I have only one thing to ask you: just pretend to admit the possibility of the unusual, the postulate of the unfathomable complexity of the universe, the time of a journey to the heart of the culture of our ancestors. You will then see that the dead are not dead, that dying is not the end of life, but rather its continuation and completion, that beings and things appear, at first glance, dissimilar but on close examination are , on the contrary, so close. Hoping that each reader, in addition to their own convictions and beliefs, will be able to find there material to build others, I implore the protection and assistance of the ancestors on all, throughout this trip