How I got to go on a road trip from what Pat and Quigley afforded me
© COPYRIGHT NORA HOFFMANN July 27, 2022
I had nothing left but my vehicle and my inner guidance. I still don’t know if I will survive the reaper’s great stalwart plan.
On my birthday of the previous year my previous colleagues, David Quigley and Bridges Academy — who would have created nothing online without my guiding the project with the help of Master Saint Germain — decided to find an excuse. They forced me out of our at that point eventually lucrative and welcoming online Alchemical Hypnotherapy Certification Program delivery business I had initiated.
I never trusted Quigley. Neither did anyone else. But I trusted Patricia Haggard who - during the years when she sorely needed someone to spearhead the technical aspect of online delivery for heartfelt emotionally rich content - not only relied on me but also spoke of me in the finest tints. (I have proof.)
In 2018 I needed to travel to India. My teacher training through David Quigley of the Alchemy Institute wasn’t complete. So I nudged Pat of Bridges Academy to add him to her barely existing online delivery of various therapies so he could teach his Alchemical Hypnotherapy Certification program on his phone from Mount Shasta or any other mountain he likes to sit on with a joint.
“No, he won’t do it! We’ve been talking about it for years. He says there is no money in it.”
She sounded a bit freaked, maybe a mix of excitement and frustration. Pat meant to support various teachers instead of Master Quigley as she had grown leery of his integrity. She had left the Alchemy Institute as main administrator / co-director in a huff in November 2017 to found her own online healing arts school for online delivery and came to me for help with her new school’s hypnotherapy program, so that I would develop her program and best-case-scenario teach it once I was authorized as a trainer of Alchemical Hypnotherapy Certification programs by David Quigley.
With my Masters of Fine Arts in digital media, I had no doubt that I could help David Quigley’s fearful self, through a particular set of steps that were already clear in my mind, become comfortable with sitting in an online environment.
I said: “I’ll take him online and work out the online component, and we share our online income in three equal ways. The non-virtual income you divide as usual.”
Both agreed. As you can foresee the future, a verbal contract was enough.
Due to Patricia handling the money, Quigley called her the boss; and as long as he controlled her, he controlled the business. The same way Patricia used our money as a club to control her idea of the business and as she wanted to break a recent policy she had pushed on everyone in her favor. When I said no, Quigley chomped at the bit to support her.
When the two of them eventually turned against me in order to finagle their way out of our partnership Patricia pretended the conflict was my fault, and forced me out in the most harmful way, distributing my good-paying share of our online business, still multiplying going forward, between the two of them for decades to come.
My best friend, who is very honest, left together with me when she forced me out. With her unending charm, she had hired him for her social media needs and at this point sweetly asked him if he wanted to continue working with her, and if he didn't want to, she'd understand. My best friend replied:
“I don’t. There is no light in it for me without Nora.“ What a sweetheart.
After some time, my best friend’s landlady got unexpectedly upset with me: Her dog had been successfully biting people on her property and continued to do so without reprimand from above because she was the landlady, a status considered necessary-to-be-appeased by her community of tenants. Having returned from India in December 2020 and waiting to return after covid, I lived at my friend’s. I don't like rabies shots. I really didn’t want to be bitten by the dog.
My best friend placated his landlady by asking me to go and no more return. One of her sweet-to-humans dogs mentioned to me: They’re worried that you’re gonna call the police.
This was after he had pulled me through the winter and the darkest despair of my life. Having no money, I couldn’t eat. I could not help but think about Patricia. Clearly, now that she had acquired everything from me that was necessary to run David Quigley’s Alchemical Hypnotherapy training delivery online successfully through my sincere efforts, she didn’t want me to eat. From 130 sweet pounds I went down to 110. I didn’t know whether I would survive the stress. My organs were shot from survival fear and the anger and horror of betrayal. My sincerity was abused. I had trusted her. She had acted as if she was a friend.
Pat Haggard of Bridges Academy had taken me entirely by surprise, stabbed me in the back. I had no more income and my heart was severely broken. Pat withheld and redistributed my handsome share of our business between herself and David Quigley, while telling people I had not done anything significantly for her online delivery of David Quigley’s Alchemical Hypnotherapy Certification Program.
My friend insisted I eat. He cooked and had a bed for me — during the most dangerous time of my life. I’m yet alive.
I must have gotten better. Because now God or whoever the deity in charge sent me on Her way.
Alchemy of Saint Germain comprises the Transmutation of Fear into Trust. We work with High Ascended Masters.
All content © Nora Hoffmann
All content © Nora Hoffmann