💎 Some context before the broadcast on Tuesday, December 10, 2024 live at 8 p.m. The image that illustrates this broadcast is called "Éclosion". It is a work by Lucile Carré, whom I warmly thank and congratulate. As I sat down in front of the blank page to write this text, I received two messages: one is vocal and the other pictorial. The pictorial is there, before our eyes because it is the work that naturally arrived in my purse with a word of Love that accompanied it shortly after: "And I, Marie-Odile, wish for all beings to know what I am currently experiencing". Seeing "Éclosion", reading Lucile's words, I had chills, recognized the joy of knowing a sister filled with herself and eager to bear witness to it to the world. Gratitude. At the same time, I read a voice message from a friend who also testified to her state of unity, allowing her to accompany patients who come to consult her towards their healing by Christ incarnate. There too, I had chills, an emotion, I experienced the joy of knowing a sister having confidence in her Divine Essence and recognizing, thanks to her coherence, the meaning of her existence. I linked these two experiences of the afternoon with another one this morning. Today is my brother in the flesh's birthday. So today, I called my brother for the traditional "happy birthday". We had not had any contact since mid-February. We live differently, and if the blood is from the same lineage, our existences are foreign. And precisely today, my brother was going to stay with our sister in the blood. They were angry for several years, but now that time has passed, they have decided to reconnect, to give substance to their relationship. My sister does not want to talk to me, rightly believing that I put spirituality everywhere. And by Jove, that's my vision of the world! She probably doesn't see that she also puts her vision of the world in everything she does, in everything she says... Yet two worlds in parallel that cannot meet. For a moment, I took my courage in both hands and listened to the little girl excluded from the family who chooses the acquired heritage of parental education, national values, and the political correctness that is now the law in France. The little girl complained a little about not being able to be invited into this clan that does not want her and above all she doubted. Doubted her value, doubted the merits of her choices, doubted the benchmarks that the adult has chosen to live his life. Listening carefully, deep down in her inner storage room, there were still a few murderous sentences that disapproved, criticized and sought to put her back on the "right path" that the family has been drawing for generations. I listened carefully and felt the responsibility that presented itself to me: give credit to these old voices of the deceased and the heirs or confirm the choice of my Divine ME, recognized, infinite provider of Love and security? In my book of recipes for inner cooking, there is the one from Mirra Alfassa saying to Satprem, a little desperate at times: "Give, give to the Divine, if you suffer, it is because you are not giving enough to the Divine that is in you!" Seeing my old leftovers in my inner refrigerator that allows us to keep the ingredients that we have stored for a long time, I felt that the time had come to collect these old leftovers and transform them so that no trace of my suffering remains. The messages from my sisters told me that they were managing to get out of their doubt, their inner division, by offering their splendor, each in their own way, by testifying to their divine presence in their humanity. My sisters today wanted to connect with me, to exchange with the little ones and the big ones who are there in my body, in my psyche. Immediately, I knew that with those of my blood, an hour of time spent would seem like a century, that the frustration of not being able to be whole and free to say with simplicity the meaning that I see in everything or every situation would be a poison, I knew that the obligation to remain in the appearances of the staging would eat away at me. I felt that the prospect of our meeting tonight was my joy, my decision, my choice based on what is present deep inside me. The prospect of giving what I am here has repaired everything, has swept away all traces of the poor human regrets that could have made me desire what was going to poison me. Yes, I can have a little exchange with those from the world next door, those of the doxa, of political correctness, nothing excludes them when the situation arises, but I do not regret anything when I am not invited to play in the play that they write or perform because I know that I would only be an extra, unwelcome if by chance, I named my Truth. Thank you