🌟 Part 3 of my spiritual experiences as a child.

How did I end up being an energy and sound practitioner after working in engineering as a project manager in wastewater treatment? It's a question I've been asked often as people are often surprised by my switch from science to spirituality.

It's important to note that my journey isn't a switch; I still love science! The synergy between science and spirituality is where my exploration thrives, bridging the gap between the tangible and the intangible aspects of our existence.

Even though I was raised in a non-religious (and non-spiritual) family, I was introduced to some mysteries of our world at an early age.

Today, I'll share with you one of my early experiences that was instrumental in shaping who I am today.

I was 8 years old at the time, spending the summer holidays with my brother and grandparents in the south of France. It was the last day of our holidays, so our lovely neighbors invited us for dinner.

Everything was super friendly, and our two families knew each other well. Our neighbors were thrilled to have us, and she also had one of her sons coming to visit for a few days. Not sure about his name, but for the sake of my story, let's call him Louis.

When I saw Louis, something happened in my body. I didn't like the guy and didn't feel safe at all! I didn't know him, but something in him repulsed me greatly.

I spent some time observing him, and after a while, surrounded by my caretakers, I settled down, and we went through our evening together. The diner was beautiful, and I still remember the crepes (one of my fav desserts!) that our host was keeping warm on the top of a big pot of hot water.

At this point, I just remember that we crossed each other at the level of this big container of water, and I think Louis lost his balance, tried to grasp at something, and touched the handle of the pot of water, which ended up on my legs...

I don't remember the pain, just some yelling and commotion around me. My grandmother held me while my grandfather was removing my purple synthetic PJs that were melting on my legs. Everything got very confusing for a moment. And then He arrived...

I can still see him jumping over the fence, coming to me as quickly as he could. This guy was the first healer I knew, and he saved my legs.

I knew the guy and that he was known as a healer. I was a bit scared of him because of the way people talked about him. Retrospectively, I understand now why the guy was living as a recluse with his wife. If you've been living in Europe, you know that the Inquisition still runs deep in the collective there. Long story short, let's say the woo-hoo stuff is not really celebrated...

My grandmother sat me on her lap, and he kneeled in front of us, moving his hands in the air and mumbling something. Several times I heard him repeat the name of the Virgin Mary, and maybe after 15 minutes of this, he was done, and the pain was gone.

Unbelievable, the pain was GONE!!!

If you have burnt yourself in your life, you know how painful it can be. Even a small burn gets your attention. 😮‍💨

Despite having a second-degree burn on my whole legs, I spent one of the most restful nights of my life, and I still remember opening my eyes in the morning feeling an ocean of calm inside of me.

This painful but transformative experience became a catalyst, sparking my profound curiosity to unravel the mysteries of how the world operates, while also emphasizing the significance of the subtle realm of energy.

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