Am I something special? Do I have special powers? Why is it that all the sages, mystics, saints didn’t see and therefore didn’t teach what I teach?
Am I better? Am I special?
I am going to share with you what I see may be the reason. Is it the truth? I’ll check, sentence by sentence, with muscle testing, if it is, and so only what was checked and double-checked will remain in this article.
I know this is a question foremost in your mind, because people I speak with, ask the same question, with a sly all-knowing smile on their face… they are humoring me… kind of.
After all I am a middle-aged woman with an accent, nothing special about me, nothing that meets the eye. I deliberately underdress, and I as much as my own soul-correction permits I make sure that everyone understands that I don’t think myself superior or special in any way.
So what is it that allows me to see things that others don’t? Because I do…
When crying/sobbing has no content, when you don’t know why you are crying, then something deep is clearing out. When you know why you are crying, then some past gets confirmed and your ego will try and repeat it for … 