When I was a child I loved to go with my father to visit the healer. He reminded me of a bear with his impressive stature, his huge hands and his great softness.
I thought that he was so kind. I dreamed to be able, one day, to help people like he did.
He did not accept money, as participation my father offered him a bag of wheat to feed his chicken and also sometimes gnole (brandy) because he used it to do frictions.
For my part I was admiring the drawings that children gifted him. I was telling myself that he was a really good man and I felt that these drawings were more valuable to him than money.
He knew I liked travel chests and one day he gave me one. An old wooden travel chest full of life and stories, how I liked them, bearing the lives of its previous owners and in this case, him.
This travel chest followed me in every move I made. It has been at the foot of my bed for the last three years but I must admit that I had forgotten its identity until a few months ago, when it brought me back my past and more importantly in the steps of the healer.
His message came back to me, woke up the need to give without receiving anything in return. To help a few that will one day help others…
That is the reason I use minimal tariffs, for that the one who wants to, can give more. It permits see to offer sessions for the people who need it. Knowing that, when they can, when they find their own life path, will also participate to this benevolent exchange, to this flow of sharing energy…
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