We've lived in our quiet little village in Walloon Brabant, Autre Église, for 18 years now, and we've never got into the habit of locking our doors.
But a few weeks ago, we noticed that money had disappeared from my office and from my handbag. We began to close the doors, but it happened three more times, and then it was my husband Emilien's wallet that was visited and lightened.
Ce cambrioleur devait avoir des compétences en serrurerie, car il ouvrait même les portes entre les différentes parties de maison sur lesquelles il y avait des clés, sans toutefois casser les serrures. Mystère…
He only took the cash and left the screens, computers and other valuables. I almost had the impression that he was treating the objects around his booty with tenderness, and it was as if these thefts weren't quite real, or committed by someone who meant us well. In my emotions, I moved from a feeling of oppression and insecurity to an attitude of curiosity about the meaning of these events.
On the fourth occasion, our bedroom door was open and we were rescued by our plucky little hero, Wolfy, who set off to conquer a reckless calf. As we followed him up the stairwell we could hear a few swear words in a male voice, followed by the din of a hasty escape.
Today the problem has been solved and we've installed an alarm and surveillance cameras, which isn't much fun.
But there's still the question of meaning... since money is energy, and there's a serious leak here, what image/distortion/erroneous concept could it possibly reflect?
The answer was quickly found in meditation! In fact, I'm lucky enough to have been able to train some wonderful people in the art of helping people. You'll be familiar with the counsellors, who qualified in 2011.
Happy to be walking this path of self-knowledge and self-transformation together to liberate our divine identity, we fell into a kind of purring routine: we've maintained a monthly weekend of continuing education and supervision for all these years.
And since there is a problem, we have to look at the duality. On the positive side: the celebration of our fraternity in the community, the opportunity to integrate the new teachings of the Guide that I channel and the in-depth study of the Pathwork texts. But on the negative side for me: feeling safe with people with whom I'm totally at ease as an antidote to my fear of rejection due to my near-death experiences and my father's hostility on the subject. And on the negative side, for the people accompanying me: the fear of not being quite ready to pass on what they'd learned and the resulting lack of self-confidence.
So my eros, my energies, were mainly focused on the old ones, which made me ignore the other red threads linked to my life task that were appearing elsewhere. OK, we've learned our lesson.
So that's the end of the training weekends. Several people are waiting for a new start, but that will come later.
The wires in question :
- I'm leaving on 21/8 to run three transpersonal workshops in Brazil, in Fortaleza, Belem and Belo Horizonte, invited by the three Pathwork communities for whom I've been channelling every month for over a year. Emilien, Fabienne and the hero of the day will be there, and the others will join us later. The stay will last 5 weeks.
- the creation of a subscription platform for channelings in French and English!
- the opportunity to work with an organisation renowned for its initiatory journeys.
And every support worker has several new clients, and a new self-help group will be starting up in October!
But I'm sure you were left wanting to know... Who is the thief? We'll probably never know, but my neighbour Anita, who runs an authentic café, told me that a thief had recently been released from prison. His modus operandi: go through the Ravel, break into houses discreetly and steal only the cash...
What do you think? Is he my enemy or my ally?
What about you? Have you been through an ordeal that was a stinging reminder of the path you decided to take before becoming incarnate?
Tell me all about it!