Dream #1: Heart surgery

Share: Following my re-engagement in my work, I have to move to the town where I work. So, I ask if it is right for the evolution of our souls (my husband, my daughter and me) to move to this town?

Dream: I am in a hospital. In this hospital they only do heart operations. I'm in a room lying in a bed. In front of me there is a man, also lying in a bed. For the night we are connected at heart level by wires. This is in case this man has a heart problem. If so, his heart will be able to draw the necessary energy from my heart. It's morning and I'm walking the hospital corridors waiting for my operation. I meet my partner (my current partner in reality). He tells me he has just had surgery.

Dream #2: Aggression

Dream: There is my husband and I, we are on vacation with other couples that I don't actually know, including a couple with a little girl. We are in an establishment which is located near the water, there are trees to shade the terrace and a sandy beach right in front, there is not too much light. I learn that the little girl has just been deflowered by her godfather. His godfather is my husband "concretely he is not godfather", I am in all my states. I go down to the beach via a sunny path with a magnificent view of Notre-Dame-de-la-Garde, Marseille. Arriving at the beach I see the little girl. I don't understand because I thought I would find my husband there with this little girl since that's what I was told just before. Arriving at the beach, I see the little girl and an undressed woman who are stuck together. I return to the establishment, I put my feet in flip-flops, faded red, I'm wrong, they're not my shoes, they're those of the owner of the establishment, I give them back to her, apologizing. She shows me the chain she has around her neck and she shows me the precious stone there, it looks like a small diamond. It's a very beautiful stone, it's very small and it shines a lot. The stone falls to the ground, the owner lies down on the ground, she is dressed in a faded red dress with straps with earrings of the same color as well as shoes. She finds the stone, she shows it to me and there it falls, I see it and I give it back to her. Someone who knows about stone told him the name of this stone but I don't remember it. With my husband we head towards our room which is not located very close to the establishment, we walk along a road where I see my father in his car, I ignore him "concretely my father abused me when I was 7 or 8 years old. We continue walking down into the scrubland, then we reach the water's edge, we walk in the water there are reeds, it's a bit marshy. I said to my husband: "It's serious what you did, I find it dirty..." he responds very calmly by saying: "But you knew that, I told you!"And I wake up in a strange energy...

Partage : Concrètement j'ai vécu des attouchements par mon père, mon grand père paternel, deux cousins, le mari de ma mère et deux autres hommes, tout ça entre 7 et 9 ans. J'ai conscience que si j'ai vécu ça, ça me renvoie à des mémoires... je pense qu’il y a encore de la colère en moi, je n'ai pas encore tout nettoyé... J'en ai assez de cette histoire, comment je dois faire pour faire un beau nettoyage ? And when will I know it's cleaned? Kaya, je viens vers toi pour que tu puisses m'aider à comprendre ce que je vis en ce moment... et comment je peux faire pour faire évoluer les choses ? Je ne te partage pas un rêve mais une réalité que je vis depuis deux bonnes semaines, depuis que j'ai fais ma pratique récitatoire avec l'Ange 43 qui est mon Ange émotionnel ainsi que l'Ange 44 qui est mon Ange intellectuel. Aujourd'hui je travaille avec l'Ange 45. Au moment ou je méditais avec l'Ange 43 et 44, jai également assisté à la conférence et à l'atelier de Christiane. Le jour de la conférence je n'étais pas très bien, j'avais de la fièvre et ca ressemblait à un état grippal. Le jour de l'atelier j'avais la tête pleine et lourde, je ne savais pas si j'allais venir car je n'étais pas très bien et puis au fur et à mesure que l'atelier avançait je me sentais mieux. Ma tête était plus légère, j'étais contente, mais ça n'a pas duré très longtemps. Depuis, toute l'histoire de mon enfance est remontée, j’en veux énormément à mon père de m'avoir violée quand j'avais 7 ans, j'ai pourtant fait beaucoup de travail sur ce sujet mais c'est comme si je n'avais jamais rien fait, j'en ai marre j'ai l'impression de ne pas avancer ! Toutes les images, les unes après les autres, se remettent à défiler. Je vois mon père, mon grand-père paternel et les 5 autres hommes, ça m'écoeure et ça stimule une grande colère en moi. Je suis malheureuse, je souffre intérieurement, j'ai une colite, j'ai la gorge nouée et je suis triste mais je suis aussi très en colère, je lui en veux beaucoup car pour moi il a bousillé ma vie. Today I am married but I cannot realize myself as a woman, nor become a mother "miscarriage, ectopic pregnancy", my sexuality is a problem "no desire, no pleasure... ” When the phone rings if it’s my father’s number that appears I don’t answer!! About fifteen years ago, I already spoke with him about what he did and he said recognized the facts so I no longer know what to do, or how to do it. Should I break up the family by revealing this secret? Should I tell my father that right now I'm angry with him for all the bad things he's done to me? Should I give up on him?... In short, I don't know, I don't know anymore... but what I do know is that I'm suffering and I have to find a solution. Thank you Kaya for your help…

Dream #3: “The car door”

Dream: I am parked on the street and my boy is parked in the yard. He backs into my car into the right rear door. I hear "BANG" and then I say to myself that's it, he backed into my car. I'm in the kitchen and I see this. My brother Simon receives a call from the police, saying that my brother Gilles has stolen a car door (front left side). Everything was planned, this door was ordered. What he didn't know was that it belonged to a foundation run by a friend of my brother Simon who goes fishing with him. My brother Gilles realized this when he arrived at the police station and saw the photos. My brother Simon said to him: “What have you done there? Didn't you think for 2 minutes that the car was special and that it belonged to a foundation?”… I wake up… What my brothers mean to me, Gilles is further away, I don't I don't hear from him often and Simon is always ready to help.