Begging for Food
I have been begging for food due to being taken my livelihood through my partners Patricia Haggard of Bridges Academy and David Quigley of the Alchemy Institute for Hypnosis, who were upset about my keeping my integrity with our agreements. I can say with pride that without me their income also would not exist even though Pat is refusing to distribute my share to me as she is in charge of managing the organization's cashflow. I ask every day to be sustained from above despite their economic immaturity.
However I am not sure if any spiritual journey could be sustained without facing poverty, to be sustained through Saint Germain and his guidance to receive free shelter and food.
"Begging for Food - Alchemy Of Saint Germain
© Nora Hoffmann
March 23 2023
Go to the market today, Master Saint Germain encouraged me. It was Saturday, the daily market is full of vendors on a Saturday. I was reluctant but he said you don’t need to hurry but leave by 1pm. The market quickly closes at 1:30pm. Today I felt shy.
We started with a cheese cake vendor.
“Haben Sie etwas heute das Sie wegwerfen und mir mitgeben könnten?"
Do you have something today that you’re getting rid of and could give me?
Somehow I thought it was a good sign when he responded:
“Nai, mir sin komplett ausverkauft.”
In our local dialect, he said “No, we’re completely sold out.”
A woman at a vegetable stand asked:
“Fuer Tiere?" For animals? She was the second person today to ask me. No one ever asked me this before. Maybe it is because Easter is one week away, and everyone is seeing rabbits in their heart.
“Fuer mich" For me, I said slightly embarrassed.
“Do, Sie koenne do en Wirsing habbe.”
Here, you can have a head of spring cabbage.
Spring cabbage is of a very beautiful bright green cabbage also with rich dark leaves on the outside, rich in potassium.
Clockwise I walked around the Muenster, including asking a flower stand whether she tossed flowers I could bring. Her answer was also no.
I was asked a third time whether I was looking for food for animals. Because of this, some vendors made sure to give produce that is still suitable for someone to eat.
I arrived at a bread stand, and Saint Germain nudged me: Ask here. But not if he’s throwing something away. Ask if he’ll give you a little bit of bread for free.
The male vendor, possibly Italian or from another Mediterranean region, responded with a big smile.
"Wie geht's?" How are you?
“Would you please give me a little bit of bread for free?”
With a big smile, he answered: “Yes, I do have something for you. Come around here.” waving me to come around to the side. When I stepped there, he joyfully smiling pulled out a stack of paper bags and, starting to pull one out, held them up to me:
“Here, first, paper bag.” Cheerfully, he put the stack of paper bags away, reached down underneath his cart and pulled out a large loaf of fresh bread. With a big smile, he gave it to me:
“Here! Now put it in the bag.”
I said thank you, smiled, and walked away.
Looking for a Bag
It should be White.
I go into one establishment.
It is in Simla.
Middle Bazaar. Not Mallroad.
I am asking for care. Some call it attention. But I will not always buy. More often than not I am aware. I will not be used for one-way pleasure 'semen' — I need my orgasm. Take your time. Don’t Push. No. Receive.
Now this is the way with the universe. We force the idea of union, but we do not fulfill its request --
No bag pleases me. It needs to be white. He gives me one brown. It is wonderful. 🟤. Disgusting. It feels wonderful. The interior looks well made. A laptop should fit. I touch it with presence. I want that feel.
Then he gives me a small bag. Didn’t I tell you? How small do you think my laptop is? This is Indian men. Even with shoe size they claim — while you hurt or slip from size — this is the right shoe for you.
Brrr. Abstrapolate. These men in bed.
I like this bag --
But not brown.
What about this one in grey? I offer his
Oh ma’am this bag is not so good, his thoughts. He says, "This bag is very good."
I open it. It is not so good for my needs. He has shown me four bags. Zero in white.
He is angry. He does not have one. He demands:
“Ma’am you come in here [twice] and you don’t buy.”
Being kind, I’m trying to restore his lack of the right bag for me. “Sir, I want to be satisfied. I want a white bag for my laptop.”
“Ma’am you need to buy one of these I am offering. You are my first customer.” (U should go.) “You should buy this one.” He gives me a different bag in brown that doesn’t create pleasure upon touch.
Brrr. ‘Abstrapolate.’ These men in bed.
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I travel the world in Alchemy under the guidance of Master Saint Germain.
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