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Sunday, June 24, 2007
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I had just been 42 years old, I took the coffee in my sister-in-law Catherine, one spoke about all, of rien.Elle asks me and so tomorrow one said to you: here you which would you make have still a day to live?
Me? I will be happiest of the women! I finally will be able to join It, to meet It finally... and then I will return will have a good meal, glass of good Fitou, my good-byes with the famille;à my husband Alain, my David children and Daphne, et to finally prepare me for my true take-off,le, because I flew already, being an air-hostess.
I take leave of it I roll, I lived the countryside I light my cigarette and on the way which took 25 to me mn, obviously I think of "Him".
It was not too to like me, I had done everything to try to bore Its mystery, J' were very believing (that made râler Alain because, whatever my projects, I always said, it with what it rétorquait. But the religious practice annoyed me largely (although from time to time I practised) A present I did not make more shabat, I did not jeunais more during the festivals, I found that idiotic, I simply perhaps thought of lay or rightly that it was not that which would bring me closer Him... Allez to know why???
The ball of the air-hostesses had just taken place, I had of it the presidency, I had been given to fond.Ce was a very beautiful success, I collected of it much satisfaction and of congratulations, congratulations which I thought not so much of not deserving me all alone, since we did all in collectivité.Cest true I more than had been démenée, but others followed also my overflowing energy Bref I capped the hat of president then acceptes..à you it honor!
I was a little bit proud internally of my small person (1m59), I thought that I was somebody of good, I were what is called a coil-made woman(like my father, a self-service made man), rather sincere, but nevertheless a little revolutionary, I agreed never with our leaders, I found them animals full with égo especially and if not very faithful to their promises which they are political or different. I found more justice than unjust, and did not support only one déblatère on the others, especially which they were not there for défendre.J' were tried not not to lie too much, sometimes that seemed a little necessary to me, white lies appears-il.Mais the private life of people I find that one could not touch there, even not with white silk gloves, and in Sabena, where I worked the languages went good train unfortunately!

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I read much, but especially, all that touched with spirituality passed under my eyes, but nothing, nothing brought the answers well to me that I was posed, on reading on the hindouhism attracted me a little more then I had started to peel the books of a guru or,et Paramahansa Yogadanda I liked more the other. I had for some time started to rather eat vegetarian, I found that one did not have right of life on the bêtes.De more in my small life, I had goùté with all practically (even the grasshoppers which I adored! ).Au Morocco, it was our confectionery after the school, a package of roasted grasshoppers, as here in Belgium the famous horn of fried... My Robert brother is a very wise being, very intelligent and especially very pieux.Je had asked him why eats one the animals, how God accepts that? ll answered me that to a certain moment of our evolution, the permission had given some Divine us, but we did not have the right to make them suffer, of the remainder before killing them the rabbi blesses them.
Ca did not have me extremely convaincu.Pas more than to hear that our God was jealous God and that it did not enable us to love another God only Him (considering our aversion for the idols, statues representant it etc...)
I did not think it this God jealous and full with ire which judged, and punished everyone etc etc...
Me I thought that "my" God with me was to be a perfect being! since he was God!
The religions dictated by the largest men even, the explanations on the religion, even those of the large rabbi akiva etc... it was not for me. And then all these interpretations of the large Masters I found them sometimes deprived of direction.
On our premises the Jews, one peels least words of the Bible and one makes of it a book, even known as book holy.
I did not think that "knowledge" was allotted alone, that would like to say whereas this Good God made differences between his children.

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This afternoon passed with Catherine was going to be the revolving one of my life and I did not suspect it at all!
The ball had exhausted me, moreover my household, because I was a maniac of the order and cleanliness, the garden, the children my courses of languages (my passion), the kids, to lead them on the right, on the left, their course of judo, piano, etc etc. to fly in more... I found that God would have Dû to inspire to us to have days of 48 H instead of 24 Levée with 6h lying about midnight to the 1 h.Je made voltage drop on voltage drop, the Sabena doctor did not want more to see me putting the feet in a cigar, if I did not go up my annual medical examination and like almost every year Dr. Brouns, or Dr. Hostenbach stuck to me on the ground because of my blood pressure, tries to put back you and goes up to 11, I do not take the responsability to make you go up in a zinc with if little Enfin tension here it is this famous figure 11.
The following day finally I was going to find my beautiful 747, my colleagues, my passengers whom I chouchoutais appears it outrage measurement dixit some faignéants.. Local Kinshasa the beautiful one and my friends.
After the lunch been used for the passengers, my colleague Bernadette (whom one called Soubiroux so much it was believing and catholic enthusiastic, asks me for Madam you believe in Shiatsu (reflexology).
You currently know Nadette I believe in any bus my health was not more flourishing lately of the remainder I today only have just taken again my flights. Eh well appear that I met formidable a Suisse injury, here in Kin, one calls it doctor Madam, it looked after and cured many people.
Ah! Good! Yes tomorrow I will see it and if you want one will go together.
Thing known as thing made after a long night flight, a good rest here us are at Mrs Cathy Romanens, sympathetic nerve fair injury of around fifty of années.Elle auscultates my left foot, traces me my course health, then right foot,re - course health, all passes there, hepatitis, operations..tout all. I ask him <>Elle éclate de rire...non.. une réfléxologue !

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Return in Brussels I telephone with the roles to register me like volunteer for Kinshasa, and I ' receive some... and much, they were not the dreamed flights.
One Cathy day which became either only one reflexologist but a friend advises me to find a alter-égo in Belgium, so said it, which you do not lose the benefit of what I make you. I call my goddaughter kiné who indicates to me specifies me such the best <>, formidable elle n'habite pas loin de chez moi . Rendez-vous pris, je m'envole à nouveau vers Kinshasa et appelle Cathy dès mon arrivée.Ah ma puce tu es là, écoutes ce soir on va dîner mon compagnon et moi au resto grec on t'invite il aimerait bien te rencontrer il est très spirituel aussi.
does that go? Ok well wait I sûr.Mais must say something to you... You know... it is black! black, but which importance? I will be râvie to meet the man who shares your life.
And this famous evening on the way for the restaurant, delicious food, super environment and inevitably the conversation around Divine Il speaks to me about devil, magic black, white, pink, I that I do not believe pas.Alors in it he does say me answers turns how can you believe in the light and reject his shade? Cheer thought well but sorry the stories of mischiefs very little for me. One speaks music it was the hobby de Cathy.. the note(not with treble clef) arrives they pay and veiled us parties.
While leaving the restaurant one had said that somebody me relevat the head and I note that we pass under an arcade grecque.Cathy, Cathy... look at..une arcade... a Greek arcade! ,et then answers me it, what of astonishing? one is with the embassy of Greece it is normal... not?
Really I... not, I did not know that the restaurant was in the gardens of the embassy. then I tell them that one day at the time of a visit to a friend who had it also the visit of one of her friends known as conspicuous, the latter had predicted to me that the day when I will pass under a Greek arcade my life would change... Ah! Good?
Return hotel I prepare for the night, not without trying to put to me on the bed in position of lotus, and to call for the aid as I often did it, this famous guru deceased so that from there high it guides me to meet Dieu.Mais nothing never does not occur.. I smoke my last cigarette, tries to deaden me and with my stupefaction I hear odd sounds, like voices.

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I am raised abruptly and to that, I intend to me to say do not believe!
Re-cigarette, Re - to test dodo, taken again voices...???
Then I open large the window, the sky is superbly spangled and I address to Him, You, You who are high there Which see very Which include/understand all, why you me leashes to choir, why you do not make me Tu sign know I will say you a thing, I promise to you that if you do not come to me from a way or of another I swear it to You I will not seek You more it is finished finished remainders where You are and do not speak about it plus.Excuses me Seigneur but I am very annoyed. I close again the window (of race the room is air conditionned.)et tries to deaden me so much although the evil, because of these noises of odd voice...!.Vaincue by tiredness I sink...
Then It is arrivée.Comme it was beautiful, but beautiful with its superb large black eyes which shone which shone... I scan it... but it is my mother. not not it much stronger. not not it is not my mother... I realize that it there with full people between us, and one by one they deviate on his passage. She arrives towards me and me towards her one was how to say... magnetized. and it speaks to me but in English...
and not with its mouth, it is of its head at my head .. I answer also télépathiquement and astonished...<>..elle s'approche de plus en plus et je m'avance de plus en plus... ... <>...Elle plante ces magnifiques yeux dans les miens et me repose encore la question <> I are charmed per such an amount of kindness and of love which emerged from it and I say myself... obviously this injury that I took for my mother wants to make me a gift... Ele carried suberbes jewels, collars,de beautiful collars then I say to him in words this time pointing his more beautiful and largest
and more beautiful collar <>, d'un coup ses beaux yeux devenaients tristes et elle me dit toujours de sa tête à la mienne <>, and there it opens its left hand, and
palm of this hand run all the colors of the arc in sky... et in the medium of its hand, a sign which I do not know and who resembled a a little different star of David but. I say And then zut zut zut and Re-zut... I awake... I had not realized that I had fallen asleep and that makes I révais..j' tried to take again my dream commre it was able to me frequently to do it, but No way impossibe.. The day thus rose, I did not manage to include/understand this dream. Mom had already died for 6 years.; then, I spoke to him with high voice asking him to still come in my dreams, and to explain me what she wanted to say with this gift, the arc in sky representing at the Jews, the made promise with Noah by God that He would not destroy any more the world!

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This dream continued me... and as another, one evening I dream, I weighed 53k then, as I see myself growing bigger, to enlarge at least 72-73 K. With the alarm clock I was in Brussels,je tells the dream with my husband, and my reflexion was <>
The days pass and veiled my return with Mrs Gremez, charming person, very smiling asks me what I want... it is you the reflexologist with you to say itself what goes or does not go. Without being again dismounted... right foot, all topo of my health, again left foot Re-re-topo.
Then I think that finally this method has truth.
Danielle looks after me, I smell herself well, looks after my husband, massages, etc..et I smelled..Donc better care with Kin of the care in Brussels all went well in Brave New World...
At did our meetings, Danielle always speak to me about God and a day I ask him but why always speak to me about Him, how know that I am believing?
She answers me when one speaks about God you always have vibrations. vibrations what it is still that this new history. The vibrations what it is, I think that it had explained me a little but as that was completely unknown for me (forgiveness)je listened to it only one ear.
After some meetings she says to me since you seek God let me teach you... ah a little! because you know how... yes one gave me something which I can to you transmit. I tell him Danielle you found God? She answers me yes... and since how long did you seek it? Oh badly does not answer me it of years... and me since eternity..et it does not come toujours..mais if you évez it perhaps found will find it too I. (which ego!).
Finished care I descends the staircase... and there I tombre really in stop in front of a photograph... What it is beautiful... which is it? An Indian. that I still see it with his kumkum on the face... mais... it east say a knowledge... I super am disturbed by the photograph, this smile soft but hardly perceptible the Mona Lisa had been said... I answer him, you are likely to know somebody like that, it seems to be somebody of good, of very quite..!..Quelle woman it seems to be an extraordinary woman. She outlines a smile amused one kiss good-bye and I take again the road of return. The photograph of the injury does not leave my spirit. Time passes all bathes. I fly much, my life does between two bags, one with winter clothings and the other of summer.
A few times after the "photo" day as I called it, I have return to Danielle and there it announces perhaps to me that it will be necessary to find somebody of other for the care

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In fact I will stop the reflexotherapie, the massages etc..Elle was divorced and I how will you ask him make to live? God will provide answers me it.
And how I will cure then! You know one has all in us, you can only look after yourself... but how...? you are able, I ensure you you can do it and if you want I can give you the realization... you could thus look after you you even. Ben veiled the new one what it is that that still! But, curious "neuze" I say I agree.
One goes up in the treatment room, I pass by again in front of the photograph of the beautiful injury, I shine send a mental kiss, and us here are installed.
Me closing the eyes, I am all the movements that she says to me to make, I ask for the realization, but I do not know obviously really only that it is.
A blow I feel a wind, but an incredible wind... I open the eyes I look in direction of the window, Danielle says to me not it is closed it is not that! Yes smell something in the hands...... but how to explain this wind, these tinglings to him... Then it me known as good I go to say you... you feel that in hand left, that in hand right etc... etc Ok, but how you you can feel what occurs in me, it answers me because one is connectée.Evidemment I did not include/understand nothing;; NOTHING:
Then it embraces me and say to me , and this reflexion does not astonish me by the whole. it is funny.
_ it be be 16 h15, I take leave of it the thank. I move towards my titine red in the carpark I open the door, I put the ignition key and at the time when I switch on, I have the impression that a door opened in my heart it was impressive I even made ah... I then tested a joy, but a joy, there do not exist words in the dictionary, not of human words, to describe that. I had the impression that all the joy of the world was in my heart... I have lead
while singing...

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With the red light I stop and stupefaction I looked at the tree with far and it seemed to to me that I approximately saw plane the sheets with their veins. and I felt happy, happy, impossible to find the words corresponding to such a happiness.
To the house Alain came to return with the children... I very told him the realization, the joy... its answer all that does not exist;
Ben, okay that does not exist but I nevertheless lived it. Na
De Shri Mataji, I do not know anything yet Sahaja yoga appeared imprononsable to me...
I take again my life, my flights my practices but I do not stop thinking of my dream, my mother not having returned in my dreams to give me the explanation of it.
And I always reconsider so that I felt this famous 10 April with 16hh15..
I telephone in Danielle one day asking him for a little documentation on this famous realization, and if there were a teaching of this absolutely imprononsable Sahaja thing... Oui answers me it I have a book I can you to it preter but please that is called return because I have only one specimen of it. Ok I go to it, tea biscuits and I have the book in main.J' have the annoying practice instead of seeing the cover to turn over the book to traverse of them the synopsis... and there... and there which I see... the injury, the injury of my dream... Danielle Danielle... I know it I dreamed of it, of it. I the book and which do I see turn over? I do not believe my eyes of them... it is that it is that which it had in the hand with an arc in sky... I am very thing and she says to me in English<>. Quel choc... mais tu sais cette dame et la photo qui se trouve au pied de l'escalier c'est la même personne,c'est Shri Mataji.. Imagnez mon trouble ... Alors j'avais enfin compris la dame du rêve c'était bien Shri Mataji et non ma mère et en fait elles se ressemblent beaucoup.. même sourire.. même dents du bonheur...Je me sens comme on dit le c... par terre.!

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Here I is it there is that It finally did me a sign. Thank you Lord, thank you it was time.
One speaks to me about meditation, meeting, course... especially of meditation.
But how the Madam 100.000 volts which I was was going to initially be able to find time to assoir itself and once sitted how to remain to it 10 mn, unthinkable I was too restless!
Then small with petiit that started to come,un fast bandhan (will mantras them.... hard, hard) and especially my thoughts, that jeopardisait on all the sides. And then to meditate in front of a photograph was not this to make inaccuracies in my Dieu(juiverie obliges).
I spoke at a speed vv precedes and often Danielle said gently calms itself.
Meditation not famous, not easy...
One evening finally finally, my bandhan I did it with more attention. hardly will mantra it in Shri Ganesha finished, Lord' S pray, paf, me thought stop. I thus any more do not think I died... if I died I cannot thus move more. and if I nevertheless tried to move... would be this only a little the hands...?, right hand ok, left hand ok, therefore I am alive. I am alive but I do not think... strange... it must be that then the conscience without thoughts, I enjoy... but something was spirit to try to leave my fontanelle.. hop that bores hop that leaves but what it is... and I still do not think one had said that there was a aware. how to explain..inconsciente... of my head that always leaves, it is with the top of me, on my shoulders now, I am practically surrounded by it... curious.... I test with my hands... oh! is one would say petales what it that this trick? I continue my meditation... calms flat in me. large mantra..j' opens the eyes... nothing... nothing!. I do not include/understand nothing. I look around me "nothing". The following day I telephone in Danielle, explains my experiment,et to him it answers me quite simply it is the lotus... The lotus, but which lotus..., the lotus with the thousand petals???? Quezako?

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I put myself more and more questions about Shri Mataji, which is an incarnation... (obviously on our premises the Jews y one never speaks about that, perhaps the kabala), not. Brace returned in a female form perhaps... not not it is not that... and that cogitait in my head...
Obviously when I turned over to Kin I spoke about Shri Mataji in Cathy, to the beginning it said attention to the forgeries gourous.Non not for me Shri Mataji was a being autenthic but which, which? I wanted absolutely to know, and the yogis in answer to this question told me demand for meditation.
The collective meditations were owls, sympas people, every Tuesday when I did not fly I were in Leuwen it Neuve at Danielle.
At the house a beautiful photograph of Mother within a pretty framework gilded, on the dresser and as in the room of David, on his desk it is there as I meditated... but the thoughts mamma... the pensées..dès which I had sat all my projects returned me at the head, on the right than me..tu die.
One morning finally again very... did I stop die? ah not it is like the other time. I let myself make... then waste wool. waste wool. a drop, two drops and still a drop, and that runs, that runs along my spinal column the ceiling of the room of David being at a peak I say itself zut a Alain hole will have to repair that this evening... I continue my meditation nothing did not owe me perturber..je feel me calms, serene, but I am wet nevertheless!. Large will mantra bandhan and nothing plus nothing... hair not wet wet backs. what it is that that still.
Dring dring, poor Danielle(which is that I posed to him like questions.! )je tells... formidable you were ointe.. I that a little large which am I found to have been ointe?
I had has present one desire to meet Shri Mataji, to see it seeing it in flesh and bone.
It is taught me that it comes for a program public to Antwerp October 9. Damage I will not be there, I for a long time had a flight "asked for" (there there was right every two months) Kin of 8 days, to see my goddaughter who resided at it and to spend all this time with it;

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I speak about it in Danielle (the poor darling it saw some with me...) which tells me so really your desire is pure to meet her that will be done. and I answer him... it is that the broken down plane and my momentary poor on the ground. But not but not if your to désiir is pure you it verras..ça will differently occur Mon long flight is thus programmed of the 8 with the 15j' have leave the 6 but the 7 I will be available. that is invited to have a white but one practically never leaves in white I will thus be made release to 7 a.m. tomorrow quiet morning. I will see Nadia...
The 6 in the morning the roles telephone to me, Alice, it is Guy (duty roster, roles) you can refuse if you want, but I am in most total mouise, I have a plane blocked in New York I do not have more reserve. I will need you for a guard the 7 in the morning, I promise to you that if you accept I will make the impossible one not to change your rôle(the announcer is put)mon husband listens to the conversation and says to me refuse, refuse you are in right, you are leave it does not have the right to disturb you when you are in rest horse on the payments) thus you will be able to remain still a little with us. refuse... not. I cannot... yes. I can but. you do not want remember shit from where it left me the month dernier.(meets with my parents in Such Aviv airpott... etct).. I do not want!. I thus accept the roles content me saying itself with all the ways they will not call me! The evening Re phone call this time one needs me for the following day, I rail a little. but the guy says it to me is a small stay. you leave to Atlanta tomorrow the 7 and you return the 9 to 6h... Tout of a blow I think of the program public... what Atlanta. I return the 9. yes. yes yes I accept... I will not be there problems... my husband does not include/understand nothing there and I telephone of following Danielle.. please please do not leave without me to Antwerp my role changed, I will be back the 9... I were with the angels. you see says me it your desire was really pur.Je do not hold more joy with the large injury of Alain who says to me, you see
you prefer to fly that to remain with us... but finally I will return quickly not? Yes but you still will pass your evening in your guru! And fake. -
I adored to fly, but never flight appeared also long to me as well to go it only to the return! And in Atlanta by putting his photograph on my bedside table and I thanked it. I were going finally to see it.

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With my arrival I await 9 H I call Danielle I am there I leave with you this evening, I go to the dodo. -
Us here are October 9, 1987 in Antwerp, full with world, packed room, all yogis of Belgium, of France, of Holland, but one was not as numerous as now and Johan on the podium which explains subtle body... and all and all, then it stops for saying "injuries in heren Shri Mataji".. I am turned over, I look at it, yes it is it it is well it it is the injury of my dream... I feel something of strange... I know that I cry of emotion, but the tears do not run. they are inside...
During its talk, I don't eyes leave it, its words I feel them in moi... it is that it is it it is well it, the injury of my dream, it is well it, but still which is... but which is it?
After its departure we find ourselves all outside I light my cigarette, one asks for places to place people who had come by far to attend Puja of the following day I propose a room or two bus I lived a large villa and I hear a yogini of Ghent, Jeanine (it became one of my preferred sisters) to say Ah! not on your premise, the yogis cannot go to people who smoke. Brrr the shower. I box, I close it. - I hear them speak about Puja and request to assist to with it (I had never still made some) one answers me not you are still too young in Sahaj.
Then listening to only my heart I ask the person in charge for Belgium, Rene, I make him share of my desire. it takes the vibrations, smiles me and says<>. Je ne me tiens plus de joie, quel cadeau la revoir encore...
I am there my first Puja with Shri Mahalakshmi it veiled was preferably necessary to be out of sari. I did not have any but my husband had paid to me of his voyage to Pakistan, a uniform of the air-hostesses. from superb Pakistan Un penjabi pink all brodé.L' place where the puja was held was the house of Trees with Mechelen.Un beautiful armchair for Shri Mataji, of the flowers everywhere, one says to us to put ourselves in meditation while waiting for Mère.

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Some noises, Johan arrives and "Shri Mataji says to us", everyone rises, and lowers the head, but mine is turned in its direction, I see a column of white cloud somebody inside this cloud, and I think My God it is not only Christ is with it. I close the eyes, I am moved one cannot more moved, Mère assoit on his armchair, say to us , and speaks to us, the vibrations were strong, strong. Finished Puja, Marie-Domenica introduces his baby at Mère who gives him the name of Ananta and spontaneously ask we all of them one, I would have liked also but I felt if intimidated by it, then I faufillée myself behind Annick, when my turn arrives, it looks at me lengthily, I would never forget, it asks Rene<> et je réponds no Mother I am Morroccan, Mère réfléchit et dit à René she will be Sharmila or Sharmichta, she chooses, Sharmila is a quality of lord Krishna it means <> and I adored this first name, immediately it stuck to me to the skin. Thank you Mother what a splendid quality to be developed!
Finished Puja, distributions of prasad, flowers are offered to me. I take again my car, the road,et stops me in way to draw on my cloppe Je looks around me and do not include/understand. all this traffic, all this noise but where I am, that I make, I were with the Paradise and here me is there now as in hell, how to turn over to the paradise, how to revive this state of grace...?
I returned to the house always in my small cloud. Alain was annoyed, you return hardly you disappear, it there moreover it but for your yoga and your Shri Mataji!
Veiled the first words of Mahabaratha which I have vecu for a long time, a long time but what I import Saw It.
On the way of return 1 H of at home I remembered that since months and months I tried to meet the aumonier of Sabena, the Abbot of Drive 1m 97 I believe, it was a charming man who was always present for everyone.

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Many times it came to the crew room to tighten us the grip it always had a word of comfort for one or the other, it was so nice. When a death of one of the parents of the colleagues occurred it always made special masses, it really occupied myself of all and all and I liked it much, it had good press and from the times before going in flight I was going to see it, prier(although the Jews do not request with the church), me I estimated that God was everywhere. and to make him share of my desire be baptized by lui.Il was happy and me also, but impossible to meet us (and due! )
It is thanks to one of my colleagues, André Fastré whom I began with more, to interest me the incarnation of Jesus has and I am to him until now strong reconnaissante.J' had happiness to give him the realization. the currency of its part. It often came at the beginning with the meditations when it understood that Mère was an Incarnation it wanted to give us much money, the money which it had received from its followers because it had a small court around him, it was made call "oak" and its group it was "I am".Gentil boy, the heart on the hand like one says, but Rene refused, one does not pay in Sahaja Yoga, that A extremely astonished, it was upset a little of it but in short. It did not return any more in Sahaja Yoga because of his wife who said it to him is Sahaja Yoga or the divorce then the poor one, it left. His wife liked me much but she did not want any more to see me, I had become personna not grata because I had wanted entrainer his man in a sect!
After Puja I finally included/understood who was Mère, who is Mère. She is all, the WHOLE.
One day my son (since I did meditate in his room) tells me mom stp remove the photograph of the injury of my room, ah good and why L plait you? To each time I pass in front of it, it blows on me!
Then I very explained to him.

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Here is the first shutter of my young life of yogini, I was born on April 10, 1987 -And my life
, was the same one never again never again.
Jay Shri Mataji. Holy Mother thank You for the coils, for the blessings, for the blessing, for the most beautiful gift You gave me in the dream (The Shri will chakra) You gave me in the real, (The realization). Please keep me in Your Sari to-day to-morrow and for ever and yew I ever fall one day and drop into hell please come, come to release me again and again and, bring me back to You.. I was not very pleased with my biological mother, By Your Grace I forgave her and even I ask you please, Shri Mother to bless her too in haven. Yew I had had another mother, maybe I wouldn' T cuts been whitebait to meet You. You are The most beautiful, The most loving, The most compassionated Mother of the whole Universe. Thank You for what You gave me, for my family, for my friends, my sahaj family for my children, they are not mine, they are "Your' S".
Jay to You for ever and ever...! Amen Aum Shri Daisy Devi Fatima Marie Nirmala Mataji
Namoh Namah.!
I wanted a baptème, by abbée of Meeus, I had it my baptème... He single summer, unique.C' is You Mother, Yourself which baptized me. You <> Depuis toujours j'ai su que Ce Dieu que j'aimais tant a réalisé tous mes voeux les plus fous,mais je ne savais pas qu'Il allait descendre de Son quatorzième Univers un jour ,s'Incarner en Vous et me baptiser Lui-même., et en plus me donner la réalisation et en plus m'accorder La connaissance C'est trop d'honneur, Mère, trop de bonheur ...Merci, Merci.
At the Jews almost all the prayers start with Mother allow me to request from you <> ! Je sais que Vous avez sauvée Georgette de son cancer su sein, que vous avez guéri Robert de son terrible lymphome, que Vous avez guéri Milko de ses multiples infarctus et que Grâce à Vous on lui a enfin découvert son anomalie cardiaque congénitale, que tout a fait "par hazard" le plus grand proff d'Erasme était là à 22 h encore à la clinique , et que c'est lui qui soigné Milko qui allait rendre l'âme.

I also wanted to share this happiness, I am initially to go to find the flume of Meeus, I spoke to him about You, I were disappointed, it spoke to me about false gurus etc etc..Je had of cease to only speak about You of Sahaja Yoga.. Which problems. but that it is another history and. that will be known...

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Mother how you to thank for all that, how to thank the apple tree which offers the apples to me of which I am fond of delicacies, how to thank Shri Surya when it heats my heart and my body, how to thank Shri Krishna for the beautiful stars which shine in Its Virata, how to say thank you to Lord Ganesha Which is occupied of our excretions, Which sends the pranava to us, as soon as there is a physical activity in love, how to thank Shri Saraswati for Its instruction, Its art, all arts, how, yes, how to greet with devotion, even with devotion Lord Christ for the marvellous capacity of forgiveness which It put between our eyes, quand il réchauffe mon coeur et mon corps, comment remercier Shri Krishna pour les belles étoiles qui brillent dans Son Virata, comment dire merci à Lord Ganesha Qui s' occupe de nos excrétions, Qui nous envoie le pranava, dès qu' il y a une activité physique amoureuse, comment remercier Shri Saraswati pour Son instruction, Son art, tous les arts, comment, oui, comment saluer avec dévotion, même avec dévotion Lord Christ pour le merveilleux pouvoir de pardon qu' Il a mis entre nos yeux, quoi, mais quoi dire à Lalla Fatima (sakshat Shri Mahalakshmi, Sakhsat Shri Vishnumaya, Sakshat Shri Draupadi), to have lost His/her husband (Shri Brahma Deva-Ali), His two Hassan children and Hossien, and His/her father Shri Adi Guru Datattreya-Mahomet, what to say to the ten Gurus Who opened the Red Sea to us, making us cross the Ocean of the illusions, how to thank Shri Sita Which purifies and oxygenates our blood, and Lord Rama Who with devotion looks after us internally, how to make to be reconaissant in Shri Shiva to have put pacelle of Its spirit in us, His splendid innocence, with You Mother as Shri Parvati to have established, in us pure love, the detachment, and to make circulate our blood in datattreya-Mahomet, quoi dire aux dix Gurus Qui nous ont ouvert la Mer Rouge, nous faisant traverser l' Océan des illusions, comment remercier Shri Sita Qui purifie et oxygène notre sang, et Lord Rama Qui avec dévouement nous soigne intérieurement, comment faire pour être reconaissant à Shri Shiva d' avoir mis une pacelle de Son esprit en nous, Sa magnifique innocence, à Vous Mère en tant que Shri Parvati d' avoir établi, en nous l' amour pur, le détachement, et faire circuler notre sang dans 44.000mk (ou plus), de nerfs... comment adorer Shri Vishnou de s' Etre incarnate, Réincarner, encore et encore in order to make us evolve/move,à Shri Lakshmi, Which listens to Its knowledge patiently and I Pardon retransmits it to us, Mère forgiveness was necessary it that you came on ground, to shape of chair(with all its attachments and problems) in order to deliver all your secrecies?et to us in more You open all to us large the doors of the paradis..on can enter there when one wants and You await only that! Forgiveness for the times where I foot-soak not, for those where exhausted after one day, I will sleep without meditating, without coming to bathe me in your infinite Love. And when in the early morning, I find You then, that you ointez me... without reproach no, yes, yes .

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Sometimes that obstructs me to tell my experiments with the yogis, with my brothers, who surely must take to me for one illuminated but not in the good direction. Even that that I regard as my godmother, Madhura, the soft one, took to me for one exhaltée.
Then what I lived before going in "Ekadesha will rudras Puja" in Austria I kept it for me and today, I must say it if this book appears one day, one yes needs that in hundreds of years, one can say, the yogis testified.
Then here after a light argument with Alain, (absence for my Guru causes! ) on the way for Austria, but the night previous Puja, I was to sleep in Ashram of Brussels. _ super evening,on bathe in some vibration without nom.Puis it lay down, I sleep in a armchair close of furnace bridge of Mother with Patricia, it lower the shutter, extinct the light and me... a panic fear panique, I hate the black, I me calm in me say that I be with foot of Mother that can it me arrive.? Courageously I reopen my eye, and that see a hole by which pass a small light, owl me say I it be the keyhole de.la serrure.. they have not still extinguish in the hall then quickly sleep before it make entirely black.
In the early morning, Patricia raises the blind, the sun enters the part and... and I realize that opposite me... surprised... NO DOOR, but a wall..le wall but then from which came this light... I kneel in front of the Furnace bridge of Mother, I had understood and I thank It for the Divine night light that It sent to me.
During the puja, I have my camera, and I take photo on photograph, when suddenly, I feel a small heat like a light burn emanating of my Muladhara.. I feel, I do not know why that Lord Ganesha is annoyed a little and I do not include/understand but I present my excuses to him. and I deposit the apparatus.
It is only after Puja which one teaches me that one cannot make photographs during the ceremony, but... afterwards. Thank you My Lord You correct us, anybody not even us your young brothers cannot miss respect with Our Mother... (it was my second puja with the Soft Presence of Mother) Forgiveness I did not know... But when the puja finishes, with delicious prasads, amrut etc. I see the yogis falling one, the other... Does Madhura what occur T-it? T'en do not do it is the work of the vibrations. Suddenly, I smell myself badly, but badly, an atrocious nausea. my head, Madhura my head will explode. it would be said that one gives me blows of hâche on the face, all the face. I have badly, I cannot about it more. Madhura advises me to go to lengthen me in grass outside and to require of the assistance to Shri Boomi Devi.. I stagger, lay down me in the grass face against ground all my length. one will mantra, two will mantras, three will mantras and then the calme..Merci, thank you Mère it was absolutely insupportable.Toujours lengthened, I reconsider with my package of Rothmans, which I had deposited with the feet of Mother while saying Alain being not smoker, and counters the cig with 100/i00, I never smoked at the house but with the kitchen by making the crockery, but elsewhere much more De return of both Pujas, more cigarette and without any effort. Thank you, Thank you.

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Fifty three or fifty four kilos, according to periods', here me is with nearly seventy three, seventy four kilos, here is my second dream which takes form and me forms, I change size of uniform regularly, and from one 38/ 40 I pass briskly to the 46, (20 K moreover in one year! )
I am made call at Sabena Bureau, because of my silouhette flourishing, and besides another, I become largest of Sabena, and I know that the nice languages told ego "dikke" Alice is as large as her Mataji de Mère..
I always had happiness to be directed in my dreams, and often in the early morning I registered them, my diaries of it are full still.
I already spoke about my reflexologist of Zaire, Cathy, which had advised me to find another in Brussels of them, and so on. until Sahaja Yoga.
I had great happiness to give him the realization, with it and his companion.
A few times after his realization, (as soon as it started to smell the vibrations a little) I allowed myself of him to say that was not well for it to be with the feet of people and to palpate then them to them. how do want you that I earn my living? The reflexology is my gains bread, you know it well. Yes of course but you have vibrations you can smell only with your attention what they have! Impossible she says me, impossible! Ok you do not believe me then one has to make an experiment, you consult presently then one will do something together, you receive your patients. ok you always make them a card, when you diagnostic before sending your patients in your assistants, I will put my attention on people and to make cards and one compares them. Ok? ok!
When it finished its palpations one compared our two cards, number one that, number two that etc. it did not return from there!
But how do you make? Nothing I ask the vibrations. but you are not mistaken it is not possible. Eh Cathy it is not me which does not mislead me, in fact the vibrations I are never mistaken. Never. But you you can be mistaken. ok ten times it is good, but then say eleven times twenty times.. Ben then it will be always the same thing. You become the channel it is all... the vibrations it is God and God is mistaken NEVER "Him". ! You see. yes. I see but I will be unable. but but if... "idioten", one has all, all the yogis Its Capacities.
I thus return to Brussels and when I return to again revisit it in Kinshasa, it makes me share of its desire stop consulting... And there it is me which requires of him then how you will make to live? The song, I launch out in the song. boo, Madam at 50 years to launch you in the show biz, in the sharks. yes My small injury the song. Go brings your songs and leave your guitar one will see what you have in the belly!
And it had of them in its swadisthan... the funny songs, a humour pickling and in two languages, Lingala and French. Good I have 4 days here one will reorganize all that, I t'en will make the arrangements(I am not a musician but the song that connait me), one will do that with the style of the day.
And thus the musical adventure and that Sharmila production occurred. In made I thought Sharmila because it one was qualté of Lord Krishna, but I wished that Mère chooses the name of the production before I make official papers of them... I often asked Mère, yew You Think of has beter name, please give me one.. No the signs of Mother. but right before my voyage in India, It arrived all smiling... Does want Sharmila you really have name, you want to me to give you has name for the society? Yes Holy Mother..then it will Be "Skrona".. and It disappeared. With the alarm clock, I mark it in my diary. but Skrona which Skrona. wants to say well. In India, I ask Baba Mama, it did not connait of it the significance... with Yogi Mahajan, with the Indian yogis person, nobody knows of them what Skrona wants to say. and thinking that I did not include/understand very well. it was Sharmila then... well badly in taken to me. the continuation for another time.

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Therefore, one speaks again of all, the projects, the group, under. we will need much of under, one is in four twenty-nine in two months I leave for India I make the turn.
With a little chance the first disc can be could leave at the beginning of January
if one worked hard. In what concerned to me I did much Kinshasa, therefore there was average all to coordinate.
I thus bought the bands Ampex mother and on the way towards the studio of recording. I arrived burst flight, and due <> en vol de jour cela se passait comme çàAéroport, signature, mail, briefing, it is twelve hours, finally in flight, plane always full, the availability, the advertisements, the cinema, the refunding of the ear-phones which did not function always (at that time they were paying), the meals, the documents for the stopover, to swallow my apple, the advertisements, ladies and gentleman we are arriving At Kinshasa, temperature 33°celcius.. (mamma mia I do not support heat) to say four hundred times goodbye thank you to have chosen our lines, good stay, or merry return to you! To submit the reports of flight to the new chief (the flight went towards Johannesbourg), the recommendations for the passengers in transit... then the customs, excavate luggage. the bus... often impracticable roads. jolts and finally... finally the hotel. Memling. Cathy and Ringo (the clarinettist) are already there with me attendre..la room, the shower. a swallowed sandwich and here us are in the city, with the studio, not of conditonné air, one chokes...

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This rate/rhythm with I understand now why I fell sick, I were so much on the right that I think that Shri Ganga dry state!
Finally the first concert, now, the musicians was nine (many of my colleagues helped me to transport the instruments even the battery, each one a part) total Success one gains the first price for the song "ki-bola-bola" it is the name of the train of Kinshasa... It writes a song on the AIDS, success total and in the tread a splendid poem for Mère.
December arrives at great steps, finally... finally soon the turn of India, being close to Mother of my Divine Mother. The disc leaves (vinyl still forty five turns with four songs) principal title the "ki bola bola". On the first thousand, five hundreds will be transported by all my crew, nice not?.La evening of launching, the concert, very impeccable. We were helped by Mère on all the sides. Nadette, friend of Cathy and me, which had just inherited three hundred and thousand franks placed at our disposal to send the second disc.
Nadette one will sign you an ackowledgement of debt. are insane for you your word of Abergel and in more of yogini is enough for me... I had happiness to give him the realization, it felt the vibrations, but it had the impression to make inaccuracies with its Catholicism then it never meditated.
But which adorable woman and which believing. Not to miss only one mass as soon as one arrived at the stopover, it was going illico to get information place of the church nearest and hours of messes.Elle adores Marie and Jesus. Petite Nadette I often request Mère that It protects you and opens one day to you the way of Sahaja Yoga.Elle is the wife of a very known writer of novels policiers.Elle is metissee Rwandaise has me one day told all vexations which its color had been worth to him.
Cathy still speaks to me about another injury which wanted to join its success by helping it financially. You know says to me it, it would like to meet you, it would like to have the realization, but why you do not have it did not give him? , it is true!!, I know something of it... Elle will be there this after midday.
It presents it to me, one speaks about all, nothing, the right, heavy, heavy heart. I speak to him about the subtle body, it is very informed, director the school of languages in Kinshasa, and although spiritual, very related to science, I explain the relation of will chakras with the bodies and his blocking in the fourth center of right-hand side (this injury is paralysed, on wheelchair, superbly beautiful).
Perhaps you will return my legs to me. me. not God..moi I am not nothing. One installs it in front of the photograph of Mother whom it finds so beautiful, one gives him the realization, it feels the expenses, I work on the right heart, and frankly say to me why I have say to him <> Elle me regarde les yeux effrayés et interrogatifs .. oui je dis levez vous !
It tests, falls down in its wheel chair and I say firmly raise, it is not you who you will raise it is your Kundalini which will carry you, your will chakra is freed, thus raise!
It rises shouts Cathy, Cathy in direction of my friend and I tell firmly him bulges not Cathy ! The injury looks at me upright looks at Cathy it tightens the arms to him so what a retains it.. Cathy bulges especially not... does not interfere in the work of Mother!
The injury remains upright, when I see which holds about on its legs I move towards it takes in my arms and say to him <>, et nous voilà enlacées toutes trois en pleurs... des larmes de joie.. Je demande à la dame si ce n'est pas trop indiscret de lui demander depuis quand elle est paralysée.. depuis cinq ans me répond-elle depuis que mon mari (un médecin américain avec lequel elle a eu deux enfants),m'a quittée.
Here is this famous blocking in the right heart! How not to accept in the vibrations, the immense Capacity of Love of Mother!
I really think that if all the yogis of the world and there is much now the Capacities employed that Mère really gave us, but REALLY ONE COULD CHANGE the WORLD.
Jay Shri Mother, You Are Tallest!
Here is the injury which sets out again. on two feet... the very round eyes of its driver, one had said that it saw some sorcery. Madam with feet. the wheelchair in the trunk... the tears full the eyes, it set out again with its realization and the photograph of Mother!



The second disc is now on the way and me after a violent verbal argument with my husband, I leave for India. It is India or the divorce. then it will be the divorce, nobody in the world not even will not prevent you this pilgrimage. Nobody

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But the song that puffs out, that puffs out, and although one was one was helped of all dimensioned, it was necessary to pay the orchestra, they received not only one monthly wages, but in more it was necessary to nourish them and also to be occupied of their families, because it is like that in Africa, when you have an employee, you have also its family with load, and the problems of the family.
It is insane what Zairos have fathers and Mothers, whom one has fourteen fathers that still goes... but he would die to them a Mother every three months, he was necessary to pay the burials, mournings, etc. one day I fachée itself with a musician, say Socrate (it have very special names, Cleophase, Bienvellant, Bénit, etc, say me you take to us for idiots or what? Does a mother one have only one of them, not?
The black have something of sansass which one lost others it is us that no matter what they have they divide with their family, and like moreover, they always have the impression which the white are full with the aces, then one sucks what one can.
One of the former patients, an Indian who adored Cathy, because it had looked after it and cured, also filled us.
My Nadia goddaughter (of Portuguese mother and Italian biological father, its Pakistani father-in-law) says to me one day, Marraine,il is necessary that you meetings my uncle, it is a super guy and in more he is a musician.
Ah! not my daughter, I know already enough people like that, I do not know more where to give head!. Go please, it is only in this moment, its wife is in Belgium, invite it. Against misfortune good heart, the evening one finds this famous Tonton OJ in Caf' Conc, guitar with the hand interpreting "the doors of the penitentiary" and... the power is on. him and its small family, become my second family with Kinshasa, a charming woman, three adorable children. All have their realization and one often meditates between two répétitions.Lui and Dolly becomes the managers (on a purely gracious basis of the orchestra) and is occupied of all and of all, in my absence.Puis the languages active good train the parents of OJ want to meet me... I do not have time. because in Kin people are so much acueillants that you etes invited everywhere, but us one had bread on the board
When I arrived winnowed flight and coming to have the breakfast on their premises Dolly(which always preparait me a bath of foot fresh and salted), because after a flight my feet inflated were on fire. Does one day enjoying my bath of feet..,on sound with the door, and a voice which says "if the mountain does not come in Mahomet, Mahomet will go to the mountain", then Alice one refuses to meet us? (the mother of OJ not Madam, here one is fully booked, I)Mais do not have time for the society life...,venez at home, you will be on your premise.

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Indeed Nona had art to make you feel to be on your premise. and moreover, I think, me who gouté with all the kitchens of the world, I had never yet met somebody who, with riens did all (in Kin it is clears up it resourcefulness is common bus of the times one had of all and of the times nothing, but then nothing of nothing) it had gold hands. which kitchen Mama Mia,
It was of origin Italian, and her husband of Rhodos, with his table, all the kitchens, finally all the smoothness of the kitchen, it did not have his similar for the desserts not more. it is at it that I discovered the famous ones frozen of the English, and its frozen or hot tea was a merveille.Il sometimes happened to us of the times to type the chart bus Nono, her husband,en was one faded, it is there that I learned how to become expert with the rami.
Not only I had become their friend also but my knowledge was welcome, thus when Stephan entered my life, they accomodated it like a king.
Nona also have its realization.

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The turn of India practically taking a month I had asked the roles of Sabena to give me my fifteen days of holidays of summer semi December and those of ninety at the beginning of January, cool that was accordé.Quelques to me days before the departure large war at the house and the divorce, the sword of Damocles on the head, I leave
Brussels, it is nevertheless Alain who nicely accompanies me with the aéréport, always very sympathetic with the yogis, who besides liked it. Love and kisses then, I leave in all confidence because I know that my husband is a responsible man trés he has, as astonishing as that can be, a solid maternal fibre..
Us here is on board all in the most total joy, and me thus, to re-examine Mother, one had told us that one would have at least five Pujas... Arrivés in Bombay, my God heat, insupportable, although one was in December the period known as soft in India. Me, with the top of twenty two degrees I burst... One is outside awaiting the buses... and to a little better smell me, to evacuate this choking heat, I direct my two hands towards the ground. and wonder, I receive a draught coming from the ground. it is true am I stupid India is the kundalini world, they are fresh, fresh. I enjoy... I do not remember any more very well if it were in Hyrabad.. I wear a beautiful cotton sari that us had been given, seven saris if my memories are bons.C' is Puja Our Mother Divine speaks, It is on His throne. and very of blow mentally I take to insult, and which coyez that You are, I wear itself a sari what it is that this masquerade. I will have well been able to remain in trousers, it is more comfortable etc... and of a blow I say in direction of Mother, Mère to the help it is not me which think that, me I am the spirit, I am the spirit. Mother Come to my help, Aidez me, Aidez me... I put my two hands on the ground, I am sorry for these thoughts, I were sure they were not the miennes.. I calm myself, looks It with an infinite love... that passes finally. The vibrations were strong, strong.

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The evening, I tried to deaden me. Do Sharmila you sleep?... Not I y does not arrive, it it passed an atrocious thing aujourd' today. if you knew, I dare hardly you to report it, me also me, they were dreadful for answer-it, I insulted Mère during Puja.(had sat we coast at coast there)... Ah! good then or I collected you or you Pardonnons us and we do not let cut down by negativity. Soft sleep. The morning with the alarm clock, it seems me to be between dream and reality and I see dancing in front of me a small cranium. I rub the eyes. raise to me make my toilet, then, collective meditation, which meditation, I think that one was to five hundreds in this turn.
A few days later an excursion is announced to us. one I visit believe, Elephanta... I fall like a pointer in front of a statue from Lord Shiva, the guide explains, explains. everyone from goes away and does I ask him it is what this small cranium between the eyes of Lord Shiva.. nicely it speak to me about third eye etc. it' S very strange you know, has few days ago, I dreamed of this little thing... really? Oh yes I didn' T know why... You are blessed Madam, very very seldem people see that.. Who are you Me? Why? Does You' Re wearing have sari what C you C in India? I' m has disciple of Shri Mataji Nirmala Devi, we are has whole group we will follow Her, from has city to another giving realization. Realization edge you give realization?. Of race... Edge you then give it to me? With pleasure, goal let me call the others, I' ll come back..et I returned and one groups some gave him the realization... and which realization. I have the photographs. it was happy happy. Mother it is incredible as You create the "Leela" to save Your children! Thank you to make us Your channel of love... I a book of thousand pages on this voyage... a yogini of Brussels which joined us later. brought back to me a letter of Alain with these words "quickly return us, you we will be able to write miss can one telephone to you.? Then do not hold of divorce? God knows if I loved my husband. but I were to choose between him and Mother, it would be Mère without any hesitation

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What struck me the most is the ceremony of the marriages... I will never forget, the glance that my rakhi Bernard exchanged with his Christiine wife when one raised the white cloth which was in front of them. As well love one had said as they were seen for the first time, and than Cupid sprinkled them arrows of amour..Puis at a certain time a bride came to kneel in front of Mère, and. I do not know why I raised the head. and I saw. lights sharp of all the colors... to the top of our heads and of their that it was beautiful. beautiful there. really I did not believe about it my eyes. I do not know why either I was turned over and I saw the glance of a French yogini, the eyes brilliant and opened wide, it asks me. you saw? Yes. I thought. finally not I did not think nothing. I did not include/understand all simply. Then you also you saw! At this time there Mother Mother Said to the microphone < If you could see how happy they are in heaven singing and rejoicing because of your weddings (Mère parlait des Déités et des Ganas )...De retour d'Inde Alain était là , très heureux de me voir, me parler des enfants etc... du divorce il n'en a plus parlé. Sacrée Mère.
Two days of rest, of calms, I tell my voyage and again the life activates, the v children,le household, the terrestrial life what. Hard hard to go down again of the paradise!


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Kinshasa, the news, sad Kathy because it does not have any more the small one, Madam had fallen in love insane with its clarinettist, it separates from Dad Me putu, he leaves while taking with him his/her son which it had adopted, because said he I do not want that he is élévé by another, it is a shame in Zaire) but nevertheless happy with Ringo.On takes again our répètitions, Re-races in all directions and in all genres.Le second disc leaves, I am content. I show it to Patricia, become our leader then after Rene, who was sad that it had taken her place. but finally Rene to him, it does not have anything to see. it is Mère Who decides. Would be glad to be delivered leadership, you will be more at ease and will benefit fully from your statute of yogi, more paperworks, more concern, accepts this beautiful gift of Mother!
You you are to you a philosopher know! thank you for the council.
It left Sahaja Yoga, his wife also and its beautiful-soeur.Comme it was ostheopathe I had transmitted his co-ordinates to a Hungarian friend one day that it looked after his daughter (she is my aesthetician, the first nobody in Belgium with whom I had had happiness to give the realization).
_ whereas it look after its daughter sick, I me be at it for my chiropodist monthly.


Then Sharmila always in Sahaja Yoga?
Yes Rene more than ever! Well you see me I started again my guru shopping. but I must say that thanks to Sahaja Yoga, I do not touch any more with one alcohol drop! Is cheer it already that not? Truth.
And it returned to to me to the spirit that with his permission I had write an article on Sahaja Yoga in the Sabena(revue review of the personnel which was read by ten thousand people) in which I spoke about Shri Mataji and praised the benefits that this teaching had on my health.
Ca engages only you, of course Sharmila.. Bi<<<<<<<< snip >>>>>>>>