Thank you, Kalama!

Never again Spiri-Tante

Wow, life is incredible. A totally normal day leads to a fantastic knowledge... Thank you, Kalama!!!!

Together with my little Mola, I picked up my son and his friend from school. Cheerfully chatting, we drove home together. There I quickly cooked something to eat. All hungry. My phone is ringing. The mummy from Alfie's friend is calling: She's coming a little bit earlier so we can chat a bit. I'm glad. The kids are fed up. They play. Kalama is ringing. We sit down in the kitchen. Swap us out, and with every word we speak, we help one another. It feels good. Every now and then, Mola walks past, jumps over both cheeks, introduces us her first steps, and goes back to the nursery. With the guys, she finds it just more exciting.

Kalama says to me, "Somehow, I find it stupid, that you always make yourself so small presenting yourself as a Spiri-Aunt. This does not fit you at all. You have such a power and put yourself in a drawer that does not fit. You have the power to move things what are so huge and so valuable. Why do you not say what it is like? That you are doing things differently, that you are not looking for solutions with your mind, but with your heart? That you feel yourself in the situation of your counterpart, that you can imitate this and exactly that is the right solution for him. "I hear her words. Consider briefly and answer her why I do present me as a Spiri-Aunt. "Thank you Kalama, you're right. This is certainly not the case. But I do it because I find it kind of funny to play with peoples prejudices."

I know that spirituality is very confusing to many people, which calls for many prejudices and fears. About Wallawalla robes, incense sticks, esotericism, we-have-us-all-love-fire dances. Oh, what do I know, how blooming the imagination goes with some. I look quite normal, live a normal life, like everyone else, and like a little child, I like the reactions to my sentence: Well, I am an old Spiri-Aunt.

A little later, calm returns. My little one sleeps, my big one looks at football, I sit at my desk and review our conversation.

Kalama is absolutely right. Spiri-Aunt does not hit it. I make myself and my energy small, an offense to myself, to my power, to all the people who need this energy so they do not go to the dogs, to God, who has given me that power. Not for me, but for all. I will not hide behind Spiri-Aunt anymore. I promise!

I am Leila, who always comes to earth when people need to find their ways in life. This is my job, that is the reason why I am here. That makes me happy. Me and many others who realize that they are not happy and satisfied with their mind-driven life. Looking for a sense, for a way for themselves. More and more people consciously choose to follow their hearts, even if it seems irrational to others. That love is our strongest power, illuminates everyone - whether enlightened or not ;-)

Thank you Kalama! I'm Leila! For me, for you!