On April 1st around 4am I received one more grace. One more! I am fulfilled, I must heal, I can love. Everything happens as if my destiny was written from eternity: you will be a healer, my son! Obey. Thank. I have only to. And I willingly submit to it so much the good graces of the living are acquired me, so exquisite.
What a nice April Fool’s Day! The fool is me. Captured by the sunny side of life. Drunk with joy, I swim in the open water, happiness waters. Say thank you, sing the praises of my benefactor, the one I call the Living, not to say the Mother Goddess. Ban religions that do not rely. Ban this present giving but present.
This grace is in a nutshell: to take the applicant in the arms from the reception. I have done it two or three times. But there had to be special circumstances, knowing the person already. Can we give a hug to an unknown person? Yes, we can. This benefit is never lost. I have to do it without warning.
Any delay delays healing. Doubt kills magic. Feel life. I have to throw myself in the water even if I get slapped. In fact, it will not happen. The healing will follow, spectacular. The person feels it immediately. She realizes it: something has changed inside, undeniable. Obvious.
What I have just understood, and which has become a certainty, is in one sentence: I must act now. Say hello with a direct hug. It is essential. Otherwise we go back to the classic scheme, laying on of hands, reki, etc.
I now have the gift of healing in a blink of an eye. I must absolutely use it under penalty of penalizing the applicant, who will see his recovery delayed, or incomplete. Or cancelled if I have the misfortune to linger.
Healing is within everyone’s reach. Since you have been able to make yourself sick, you will know how to heal yourself. Not by using your brain, this donkey who is only good to howl following the instructions of our tyrants the archons.
You will know how to heal yourself more simply than the world: without doing anything. By letting your body act. It’s not so often that we give him carte blanche, it will be grateful. And by taking away your part of stupid, your body will make you reborn.
That’s the first thing we’re going to do. A hug. Judas says the gospel betrayed his master by a kiss. Osculo. This is the Latin kiss.
I do not betray you, on the contrary. I bring you to play my score, that of the almighty body. My energy passes into your body that shakes its torpor.
Chakras on chakras, the impulse I give you revives and amazes you. Laugh, you are healed. Smile, your dull life is over, shine high in the sun of your heart.
Unconditional love works miracles. They pass in silence in the beauty of the world. Cross my portal, you are welcome. I give you this love and love heals you.
This embrace is accompanied by a brief session of reki of Erquy. It’s a checkup, a check-up to make sure you’re cured, that this optimal condition is sustainable.
Nothing else. What to add to this act of love? The healer opens the door and unconditional love heals you. That’s all.
I had it all in my head, but in my head, it blocks us. My first mistake. Others will follow. That’s the law of gender. Yet I knew, who believes his head, sees his cross. This was the case.
On April 1st around 11am the person I was expecting showed up. We knew each other for a long time. Just arrived, in front of the view of the bay at high tide — great show — I took her in my arms for a friendly hug. And I felt the influx that penetrated her. The embrace released, I said: “You are healed.”
The hard part was done, at least I thought so. Whoever believes his head sees his cross. I should have only listened to my body. It knows. We sat down. We talked at length. Especially me, to fudge the issue.
She had told me on the phone that her pains take her in evening, when she is at work. She does not go there every day: at home, the pains leave her in peace. Everything was said. Yet my body was still silent.
In the conversation, between two stories I told by drop-by-drop, she came back to it, her intolerable pains, worse and worse, every night at work. I said nothing then my body thrills.
After chatter and a cup of tea, we go down in the room of reki to make her a complete checkup. I make sure that everything is alive and well. She is lying on the massage table, I am going through every inch of her body, touching her second subtle body — without physical contact but her bare feet. I take them in my hands to send energy. So I can detect the leaks in her subtle bodies. There are none.
Everything was fine. I cleaned out the most painful areas to be sure. They were loaded no more. No tingling in the palms of my hands. The job was done and well done. She went back home. We contact each other in the evening, everything is for the best, no more pain.
Now she is at home, resting, in front of a good book.
-I feel like myself again, she says. She had not been for years.
The next day she works all day. I fear the worst. It did not fail. At about 4pm painful spasms pluck my body. I know and I don’t like it. Around 5:00 p.m., she writes to me: “All the pains have come back. What’s happening to me?” No animosity in her word, yet I fear the worst.
What happens to her is very simple, she returns me the gift of energy that I made her. Her body refuses to heal, so I get everything back, ten times stronger, in a negative version. Awful. I writhe with pain.
Around 8pm my pain get stronger, I call my girlfriend. She’s healing like me. She can heal me from a distance, I am grateful. Our diagnosis is clear. The person cannot be cured as long as she keeps her job, which is no longer suitable for her. That’s what her body is telling her.
If she had accepted the healing, she would have continued to work in an atmosphere that did not suit her. So she could have developed a really serious disease, like cancer or so. Her body knew that, so it refused to heal.That’s typical body knowledge.
The fear of dying makes us live when the fear of living kills us.
The problem is for me. When a person refuses a cure, for whatever reason, I collect all the energy that I gave to heal him. It always comes back negative, and multiplied by 10. Quite a bad time.
The unconditional love I have given does not deserve such suffering, but that is how things are going for me since I assume my healing talents.
The best healer can not heal himself. So I resort to my girlfriend healer, I owe her. There may be a way to protect myself from backfires, avoid suffering under the blows of negative energy — but I don’t know this way yet. If there is …
This is all you need to know if you wish to come and see me. First try to understand where the pain that torments you comes from. When did it start? At the same time as another event? What?
Your head tells you that you must heal, but what does your body say? Be sure it will not refuse healing. Otherwise I will get my fingers burnt. I prefer to do without this kind of payback.
Contact me to make an appointment. We will talk for as long as it takes.
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