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The World's Elevating Consciousness and Rising Vegan Trend, Part 7 of 12, Mar. 21, 2012, Menton, France

2023-07-14
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The most dangerous moment was the operation time; it wasn’t when I was sick or after or before. It was the most dangerous time because I could die then; anything could happen. It was a very dangerous procedure, they told me afterward. […] But I did know that. So before that, I was very, very scared, because I could also never wake up again – in the middle of my job – or something could happen. So the first thing the doctor asked me was, “Do You see me?” I said, “Yes.” “Can You hear me?” “Yes.” “Can You talk?” “Yes.”

I know today there are not many people because it’s the first day. But I came because some people already came here before, and because of the news, they stayed. If I didn’t come today, I could come tomorrow. The ones who just came today will probably stay a few more days. But the people who had already stayed longer, maybe they couldn’t stay much longer, so I came. How many people stayed longer before today? Last week? Some? No? All gone? One. Only one? I thought it was supposed to be like 20 or 30 people. All left already? Never mind, OK. Next time. Next life. Whatever.

So, nowadays, we’re supposed to have democracy and religious freedom and everything. I don’t know; I’m still running like Jesus’ time, or Prophet Muhammad’s time. Peace Be Upon Him. You have to say that if you mention the name of the Prophet in front of Muslims, otherwise they think you don’t have respect. It’s not true; we just don’t understand it, that’s all. But I just hope that it’s getting better. It probably will. If it doesn’t, OK, I’m getting more and more expert at running. Sometimes I couldn’t run fast enough, and that is why they “caught” me – in the house or in other areas. You can’t just always avoid it, even if you know. If the karma is too heavy, the price has to be paid. So, it’s better if nobody knows my name and where I live.

Nowadays, if you know names, you can check everybody – where they live and... It’s called tracking. Even they can track you through the phone that you use, the mobile phone, even if the phone is anonymous or in some other person’s name, because of the stuff I talk about. And sometimes I tell them, “Don’t say ‘Master’ or anything on the phone. OK, then, “Fine, fine.” And then later, I talk in the third person. I say, “Your sister tells you to do this, to do that. So please do it.” And then, “Yeah, understand.” And then, “Thank You, Master!” Useless, you know? It’s really useless. No use because you guys are too safe. Every little pimple on your face, you pray to Master, and then it’s fixed; it disappears. Even if you have an accident, you have no scratch, nothing. You don’t understand me. You don’t understand my trouble and that I am in danger. You don’t understand that I need to be more private and anonymous. You don’t mean to be bad or anything; you’re just used to it. You’re so happy to talk to me, and you just leak it out all the time, even if you don’t want to.

Besides, your karma from past lives as enemies is always popping up unexpectedly, all the time. Even if you don’t want to, the subconscious is still working, and the karmic connection is still there. So, I can never win. I just have to take care of myself. It’s difficult, but I’m trying my best – just for you, for the world. Because dying, it doesn’t matter much anyway, sooner or later, right? It’s not that, but… So I have to keep myself alive for a while, no? (Yes.) I’ll keep myself alive, maybe over a hundred... More than a hundred... (Yes, please, Master.) More than a hundred years old. (Yes.) I mean total! Not from now, 100 more years. I’d have no more teeth here; I don’t know what to do. The physical body is not able to sustain always – the environment, the pollution and everything.

OK. Any more good stories? Except “beautiful,” anything else? You want to say something? (Well, there’s a lot on the internet at the moment, Master, about the ascension of the planet in 2012, in December.) In what? (The planet going to a higher level of consciousness. There’s a huge movement of people that are putting information on there, and everyone’s getting) Tell me, tell me. (quite excited. It seems like a really positive thing.) Of course. (People’s level of consciousness is going to suddenly accelerate, so fast,) Yes? (that the planet is going to…) Except for my assistants, yes. Everybody seems to be so good – the taxi driver, apple vendor – everybody seems to be higher and higher. How come my assistants are stuck? Whoever’s nearby me – just stuck there. No matter how I clean (them), how I… All kinds of means to clean, and they seem stuck, just for me.

Yes. Tell me, love. (And there’s been a lot more UFO sightings since the beginning of this year. Again, people are getting excited; they’re thinking…) December 2012? (Yes.) What about that? (Well, they’re saying the planet’s…) That’s the time to ascend? Yes, the consciousness, (Yes.) not the planet. (Well, yes.) I mean the whole consciousness of the planet. (Yes, the whole mass consciousness of the planet.) Yes, yes, getting better, of course. (Well, we hope, yes.) I bump into vegan people everywhere. (Yes.) I went to a supermarket to buy a belt, because I lost some weight at one time and my trousers kept falling off. And I didn’t want to keep going to buy new trousers. I’m small; they’re difficult to buy. So I just bought a belt, and I asked for vegan. She gave me something, and I said, “It looks like leather. I don’t want it; I’m vegan.” And she said, “Me too! This is vegan; it’s just fake leather.” That’s one thing.

And then I went to another supermarket, and I bought some bread, and then the vendor of the bread, I saw her handling some (animal-people) meat on the other counter. I said, “Please, maybe you change your gloves if you have touched the (animal-people) meat because I’m vegan.” And she said, “No, no, this is only for bread. My daughter is vegan, and I eat very little (animal-people) meat now. I’m going slowly, slowly,” she said. I said, “Yeah, go slow, and quick!” And then, later, she helped me to find other vegan stuff – very nice. It’s just like that. Many other times, I bumped into vegan stewardesses and pilots – all the time. (Yes.) Seems like the movement is really going upward. That’s why I told you we saved the planet – it’s a longer time, longer time, long, long, long time. (How much, Master?) How many more years? Up to now? Twenty! (Wow!)

If I had not been so beaten up all the time and disturbed and made to run, it would have been 200 years by now, (Wow!) the way I meditate – the way I put my all into it. It’s not just meditation; it’s your passion, your energy, your intention, your all. But tell that to my assistants. Never mind. I can’t blame them; just too ignorant – the ego and the ignorance, the uneducation, the uneducated lifestyle, spiritually. So much ego, arguing all the time, my God. But I need… I can’t keep changing to… Because my dog-people, they get used to one person. If assistants keep changing all the time, they go kaput. Also, I have to clean them (assistants’ karma) for a while, until they’re ready. That’s the thing. The world’s karma makes it so I cannot even change them.

Just like if you have very bad karma, even if you go to the best doctors, they can’t heal you. Even if you have the right medicine, it doesn’t work. It’s like that. I knew it last time when I was sick. So many doctors – nobody could figure out what was wrong with me. Until I suffered, suffered, suffered so much that I could hardly walk. I was almost paralyzed already, and then I had an operation. And then it took two years to be the way I am today, that I can walk well, run down the staircase, up the staircase, no problem – like normal. Before, it was such a pain. Even though I had been to many doctors and… Oh, that’s another story you don’t know. Well, maybe I’ll save it for next time. (Please.) Then I’d tell you everything, then the next batch hears nothing! (Master, I’ll tell You “You’re beautiful” again.) But how about if the next batch tells me that I’m not only beautiful but elegant then? Then I have to tell them a lot more stories.

Well, when I was sick, I was in another country. And I was in trouble already because the police were checking, thinking that we were doing drugs or whatever their imagining was, or whoever reported it with a bad intention to harm us. So I had to run already; I couldn’t even stay there. I couldn’t even have many attendants, just one or two. And especially, I could not have too many Chinese around – too obvious, no? In some places, they don’t have that many Chinese, so we’d be the only ones. It’d be very like a sore thumb. So I went to a doctor, but I could not even give my name. I had to make up a name – in some places, OK, but some places, not. But then, since one place was OK, at least I could use that to go to another place and say, “Look, it’s OK.” And if they asked for ID, then I had to change doctors.

But then, when I was operated on, I had to stay many months in the hospital. And every day, my heart pumped because they would come up and ask, and then I had to say one story after another. And then they were yelling at me, screaming at me, telling me that I’m bad and all that, why don’t I have my passport, why, what, what, what. They were just screaming and yelling at me all the time while I was sick with bandages here and there and everywhere. I could hardly walk – could not even get up from the bed without excruciating pain. And they were yelling at me all the time, and with the neighbors screaming. Some were mental. They kept saying, “Potato, potato, potato,” all night long. And the other one was crying, “Mama, mama, mama!” Because they thought I was mental or something. Because I couldn’t walk, they thought it had something to do with the nerves. So, of course, they put me in the neural area, but the neural area is not always just neural; it’s neurotic. And I heard all kinds of talk all day, all night – could not even rest, apart from being harassed by the administration. Everybody looked at me with funny eyes. But the doctors were kind, and the nurses were understanding, just not the administration. They could not understand why I could not produce my ID.

Well… And then, because sometimes I went out, I had to disguise, and under operation, you can’t. So, they said, “How come You were different when You came in, and now You’re like this?” So they had more suspicion. And they really gave me a hard time while I was sick. I was already very, very sick, and I had to deal with all this trouble. I couldn’t even leave the hospital. I was so sick; if I went, I’d die. Even in the car, it was really killing me, while somebody drove me to the hospital. Even just a little bump like this was killing me. It was so painful, painful. And if I went back to England or anywhere safer, I would die on the airplane – from pain. Even painkillers didn’t help, and I could not even take many more painkillers ' than I already had because they will immobilize your muscles and harden your arteries, apart from all the antibiotics that they wrongly prescribed to me because they didn’t even know what was wrong with me. And then they thought it was cancer, but it wasn’t. It was just different, just very painful, painful.

And then, after the operation, it got better, but I could not walk. After the operation, the first thing the doctor asked me... because he operated here, inside, so it was very dangerous. The most dangerous moment was the operation time; it wasn’t when I was sick or after or before. It was the most dangerous time because I could die then; anything could happen. It was a very dangerous procedure, they told me afterward. Thank you ever so much! Told me after, not before. But I did know that. So before that, I was very, very scared, because I could also never wake up again – in the middle of my job – or something could happen. So the first thing the doctor asked me was, “Do You see me?” I said, “Yes.” “Can You hear me?” “Yes.” “Can You talk?” “Yes.” Because he was worried that I would lose my voice. I was worried, also. So he said, “Then You’re OK.” He said, “Thanks Heaven!” He, thanked Heaven. I couldn’t even thank because I went through so much suffering – after the operation also.

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