My life and my troubles

When I was a kid, my mother called me “Contrarius.” I questioned everything anyone tried to impose on me. I’ve gotten older, but it hasn’t changed, if anything, it’s gotten worse. I haven’t stopped questioning all the beliefs and assumptions that make up what we call our “culture.” To the point that it earned me a thorough demolition. Since the media has refused me a voice for over twenty years, I’ll give you my own take here.

State of affairs

I’m 85 years old today. I’m probably the only person on this planet who has been eating 100% raw for over half a century. Even more than raw: without any culinary preparation, seasoning, blending, dairy products, or grains. Just as the primates did in nature, from whom we inherited our genetics. My health is excellent. No varicose veins, no arthritis, no deficiencies, nor any of the so-called normal aging disorders. On the contrary, I’m very active.

Why this diet? Because I saw a malignant tumor grow in my pharynx at 26, and I wanted to outsmart the cancer. I’ve already survived 57 years with this diet (I was given a 20% survival rate at 5 years), and every year a year longer… I first wanted to know, out of scientific curiosity, if humans are capable of feeding themselves without cooking, cooking, cows, or tractors, like all the animals in creation. Therefore, also without too much of an ecological footprint.

Before all this, I was a physicist and mathematician, and a cellist to boot: first prize for virtuosity with congratulations from the jury, winner of the Geneva Musical Performance Competition, things were off to a good start. As for my studies, too, I regularly came top of my class, winning all the prizes in math, Latin, and general averages—which didn’t do much good, except to boost my ego.

Since my qualifications have been questioned by the media, you can check at the bottom of the page that I do indeed have a degree in math and physics (the Swiss equivalent of a master’s degree) and a degree in psychology.

In any case, with this change in diet, which I only half-believed in at first (I was afraid I’d die of starvation within three months), my wife and I saw our health, that of our children, and that of many of the friends who followed us, improve dramatically. For more details, see my book “Manger Vrai” at: https://www.culture-nature.eu/titres/

Also, major changes in the functioning of the psyche, particularly in sex: an astonishing serenity sweeping away the urgency of masculine impulses and harmonizing feminine impulses, to make way for a different form of love, much more subtle and satisfying. In fact, it was necessary to distinguish between two forms of Eros: one aimed at reproduction, and the other at metapsychic development.

The mystery Jérôme Bosch

And then one fine day, while I was contemplating Hieronymus Bosch’s Garden of Earthly Delights, I had a kind of illumination: he sends these two forms of love to us in the middle of the figure, in the exact center of the central panel. From there, the whole painting lights up as if by magic. Suddenly, I realize that I am not the only one to aspire to something higher than sexuality as it is served to us, as much in sex education at school as in porn or in Judeo-Christian morality. If you are interested, I wrote a book on the subject: “Garden of Earthly Delights, the Secret of the Future?” which you will find on Amazon in e-book format or here on paper.

I’m also surprised when I venture to read what Plato had to say about it (in the Symposium and the Phaedrus): more than two thousand years ago, he already distinguished two Eroses, one aimed at reproduction and pleasure, the other at the development of the “wings of the soul,” allowing access to the Essences. We still need to understand what he calls Essences: transcendent entities of beauty and truth, the equivalent of Archetypes, the substrates of all spirituality—nothing to do with what our modern philosophers make of them when they translate Essences as Ideas.

Essences belong by nature to what we can consider a metapsychic dimension. A sort of parallel universe that man can access thanks to extrasensory faculties. A world beyond matter, which eludes our materialistic sciences, but which is nonetheless real. I have indeed been able to see many people acquire extrasensory abilities directly linked to this mysterious Eros – and verify that the information captured is authentic, even when it is inaccessible by normal means. The psychic processes involved are quite complex and have led me to develop a “theory of metasexuality”, defining the relationships between sexuality and the development of metapsychic faculties. You will find it in my “Essay on the Theory of Metasexuality” or on my site “Qu’est-ce que la métapsychanalyse ?”.

My problems

All of this is the upside. But I’ve also had my share of downsides. Not surprising, you might say, when we dare to question the two major pillars of civilization: cuisine and morality. With all that derives from it in terms of food processing, catering, ecology, health, medical dogmas, but also society, relationships, dining habits, sexual practices, religious beliefs, philosophy, and so on. Even pictorial art… because Bosch isn’t the only painter to entrust the mysteries of Eros to his brush.

First, the trouble I’ve been subjected to for my diet. Let’s not even talk about the in-laws and the threats of guardianship. Making your underage children eat raw food is a major sign of recklessness, even if the results are excellent, and since we had six children… My wife has fortunately always supported me. We finally settled in France, a country I believed to be more open to new ideas than my native Switzerland.

It all started well. The media took a very positive interest in my form of raw foodism (called “instinctotherapy,” because it is based on the instinctive selection and dosage of foods). A journalist, Gérard Briche, came across a book written by a former cancer patient who, despite a year of chemotherapy, had seen his undifferentiated trophoblastic teratoma develop two pulmonary metastases, never to recur after nine months of instinctive eating (without chemotherapy). His testimony appeared in L’Impatient, a medical journal that claimed to be open to natural methods.

A journalist from VSD, fascinated by such a result, came to interview me and very honestly reported my statements. Natural medicines were all the rage. Hence a media avalanche that was initially 100% positive. Then AIDS arrived. About twenty AIDS patients came to the Reception Center we had opened in the meantime and noted substantial improvements. So much so that VSD devoted a second article to it.

But the French Medical Association was keeping a close eye on things. AIDS was the new stock-in-trade of the medical-pharmaceutical lobby. A certain Anne-Marie Casteret, who had switched to journalism after failing her medical studies, this time published a 100% negative scoop: “The guru who claims to cure AIDS by eating raw food.” It’s true that it seemed crazy. Since then, even Montagnier, the discoverer of the virus, has acknowledged that the epidemic is linked to oxidative stress, and therefore to ordinary diets, which are the major source.

Cascade of lies

What followed was a cascade of false rumors, with its attendant collateral damage: escalation, even leading to talk of deaths in the closets of our Reception Center, a tax raid, and a seven-year judicial investigation. The charges included illegal practice of medicine, false advertising, and fraud. A first judge cleared me after two years and shook my hand very cordially. The prosecutor, irritated, appealed; they couldn’t let a dangerous guru go free. A new, more zealous judge investigated for another five years to find witnesses for the prosecution, but found not a single one. A first court criticized me for writing that instinctotherapy can improve even serious illnesses and sentenced me to a three-year ban on “any activity directly or indirectly related to instinctotherapy.” Which proved that there had been no deaths in my closets (I would have been accused of negligent homicide), nor lies in my books (no false advertising), nor illicit enrichment (no fraud). Nor, despite appeals for witnesses, any complainants. Excellent certificate!

But the prosecutor appealed again and this time succeeded in getting me sentenced to a 50,000FF fine and a three-month suspended prison sentence for illegally practicing medicine—but without any ban on practicing! Rumors still circulate that I was convicted of false advertising and fraud, even in old parliamentary reports: this is false! What I was criticized for was having written in my books that a diet could have beneficial effects even on serious illnesses. And yet it’s true!

At the same time, the MIVILUDES (Interministerial Mission for Vigilance and the Fight Against Cultic Abuses) did not fail to describe instinctotherapy as a cult-like approach, with no other reference than the media! Even though the notion of a cult could not be legally defined. Obviously, the opportunity to demolish an innovative movement that was embarrassing for medicine, the pharmaceutical industry, catering, psychiatry, and other cogs in the existing pseudo-socioeconomic balance was not to be missed. Not to mention three forceful attacks by the tax authorities, consisting of rejecting accounting under pretexts worthy of the best comedy films, to replace it with false figures leading to deadly taxes - two of which resulted in a total reduction (but after what battles…) and the third in a withdrawal of prosecution. At the time, the State had recommended to the tax authorities and other levers of the Administration to put everything in motion to remove sects from the national territory. However, nothing has succeeded, despite so many convergent efforts, in penalizing or closing my Reception Center (except three months for an update of the fire safety installations).

The Final Solution against me

My Center continued to welcome people and improve health, to the great displeasure of all opponents. The same Anne-Marie Casteret, who had since been convicted for disclosing the identity of two surprisingly healthy little AIDS patients, and understandably angered by this outcome, this time brought out her weapons of mass destruction. She had heard about my theory of metasexuality, and concluded that I was necessarily perverted. In a shocking article from June 1997, she presented me as the dangerous pedophile guru at the head of an evil sect. She went to find some 70 families who had stayed at the Center, trying to gather some testimonies against me. Only one young girl, formerly in love with my youngest son who had sent her packing, and who had since fallen into artificial paradises, finally let herself be convinced to eliminate the dangerous guru. Not without hesitation, but Anne-Marie Casteret spoke to her about large compensation packages, and she finally gave in. The journalist gave her address to the police, who recorded what she said, or rather, put the whistleblower’s into her mouth.

I was immediately arrested (more than 50 police vehicles were mobilized to subdue the sect that didn’t exist!) and taken into custody. I felt perfectly calm, seeing as I had nothing on my conscience that could be held against me. Imagine my surprise when I deciphered the charges: rape of a minor under the age of fifteen, corruption of minors, and violence. I thought I was dreaming, until the day of the confrontation: the judge asked the “victim” what she accused me of. He tried several times, each time receiving only a heavy silence. He then read to her the statements recorded by the investigators, asking her to confirm them. But still the same silence.

Behind her back, the court-appointed lawyer multiplied his exhortations: “Now is the time to go!” Finally, the unfortunate woman let out a few sharp, pointed “yes.” The judge immediately dictated peremptory statements to the clerk, which were nothing more than the first-person repetition of his own questions, as if they were spontaneous and well-supported statements. So much so that one could read, immortalized in the hearing report: “he put his finger in my ear” (that counts as rape), “he put his tongue in my vagina,” “he put his finger in my vagina,” even though I never made the slightest gesture, either with my finger, tongue, or anything else, toward the pseudo-victim.

Here we go again

A second alleged victim, summoned by the police at the direction of Ms. Casteret, initially denied any form of rape. But after seeing her photograph in the newspapers with the caption “Sarah, the sex toy of the entire sect,” she asked to be heard to complain about such defamation. And then, the investigators’ professionalism was truly evident. After a good two hours of unrecorded conversation, they had Sarah sign the following sentence: “Following what you explained to me, I admit that it could be considered that I was the victim of rape.” She denied it during the confrontation, even shouting that she had been pressured by the police, but nothing worked. The justice system believed I had raped her. She came to see me after the trial to apologize for allowing herself to be manipulated by the police. That’s how these investigations work. Another example: a child from the neighboring village, who sometimes came to swim in the Center’s pool, reported seeing two naked people in the pool, then, after a second interrogation by a more qualified inspector, claimed he had seen nearly a hundred! The reality: a newly arrived German couple had once swum naked, in defiance of the prohibition posted in the office. I immediately asked the naturists to get dressed.

I was also criticized for not locking the doors of my aula during my metapsychoanalysis classes: a minor could have entered (which never happened!). This is enough to accuse me of corrupting minors. Whereas if a minor had entered, I would have immediately stopped my class or avoided saying anything that might offend them (there were no indecent drawings or projections during these seminars). As for the psychiatric experts… A certain Dr. Abgrall, who was responsible for listening to the tapes of my lectures, simply called me a “constitutional pervert.” This is understandable: psychiatry considers any transgression of the norm to be perversion, positing that norm = nature, whereas the norm is very often contrary to nature; the simple search for natural laws is therefore fundamentally perverse!

Un trial worth the Outreau affair

After four years of pretrial detention, punctuated by all sorts of parallel investigations and a litany of scandalous articles, the trial finally came. I had carefully prepared my defense, tallying 41 contradictions that proved my first “victim” was lying and that the second had sincerely recanted her statement.

My accuser was more forthcoming this time. She had meanwhile received a provisional compensation payment of 150,000 French francs from the CIVI (Commission for Compensation of Victims of Crimes). Six months before the trial!

I had been naive to think she could set the record straight. She had also benefited from extensive training from her lawyer, preparing her to face a jury at the Assize Court. My own lawyers were themselves embarrassed by the media pressure. They confessed to me after one of the many hearings: “If you plead your innocence, you’ll be called pedophiles” (as Thierry Lévy put it). They decided, despite me, to defend me by simply appealing to the jury for leniency. The result: 15 years of criminal imprisonment and additional compensation for the “victim” for her false accusations. No compensation for the pseudo-victim who had retracted, but an additional sentence for me nonetheless.

A politically correct thesis

Where there’s smoke, there’s fire. I made the great mistake of proclaiming from the rooftops, in my classes and to certain journalists, that the discovery of the essential function of metasexuality—namely, that part of amorous impulses aims to develop extrasensory faculties—led to a complete rethinking of morality. So-called adulterous impulses could be explained by the search for such energy from a partner outside the couple, for the good of the couple. Homosexual impulses could also be explained by a quest for energy, different from that found in a heterosexual relationship, which explained the “fundamental bisexuality” described by Freud.

This disturbed a lot of people. Worse still: so-called polymorphous sexuality (all possible eroticism outside of coitus), clumsily dubbed by Freud “infantile sexuality” because it is present throughout life and even before maturity, could have served not as a presumed preliminary pleasure, but as a supply of metapsychic energy allowing the development of extrasensory faculties. The repression of the Oedipus complex, that is, the rejection of infantile impulses, could therefore deprive the child of important faculties for his future spiritual life. On a large scale, individual deficiencies translate into all sorts of social vicissitudes: disenchantment, a sense of loss of meaning in existence, overinvestment in material goods, and other characteristics of endemic neurosis.

The reasoning still seems flawless to me today, as the psychiatrists who have attended my classes have attested – except that it is inapplicable in the current moral context, and that it could actually serve to camouflage perverse impulses. I have therefore given up developing this aspect of my discoveries. But this is only marginal. The heart of the problem is the existence of an immanent eroticism feeding the metapsychic dimension of being, as Hieronymus Bosch depicts it in great detail in the gigantic fresco that constitutes his three main triptychs (The Garden of Earthly Delights, The Hay Wagon and The Temptations of Saint Anthony). It should be noted that he was not concerned with age limits. In his time, they were simply not taken into account for anything concerning love life outside of procreation. It was only since the Revolution that things changed: Marie-Antoinette herself was accused of incestuous practices against the young Louis XVII in the Bastille. I can be glad to still having my head on my shoulders…

If you are interested in Hieronymus Bosch’s famous triptych, you will find a complete and coherent interpretation in the first part of the same book (you will be refunded if you find a single motif that cannot be explained coherently using the proposed interpretation keys!).

Regards to my trouble with the Swiss justice system (1977): see the book “Les Enfants du Crime, ou la Fonction Délinquance” also available on Amazon.fr or www.culture-nature.eu. For the complete theory of instinctive eating: “Eating True,” also available on Amazon.fr or www.culture-nature.eu/livres

Since no established publisher has the courage to publish my works, please note that they are distributed through IMP DIFFUSION PARTICIPATIVE: they are fully refunded to any buyer who finds three other buyers. Details at www.culture-nature

You can also simply write to me at my email address: guyclaude.burger@gmail.com

For those who don’t want to believe that the media operate like demolition machines, here is an excerpt from the statements of François de Rugy, former Minister of Ecology, after having to resign and then being cleared:

“I believe in the virtues of investigative journalism for democracy (…). And then there is demolition journalism, and that’s what Mediapart practices,” he declared. “We don’t take on a subject, but we take of a target, and the target is riddled with arrows. And we try to make sure that one day the arrow passes through the loophole and hits the target.” “The Republic of defamation is not the Republic.”

That’s why I left the French Republic.