Paris, november 13
NOVEMBER 13, 2018
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“I’m very happy to be here among you all. This is a special city Paris. It is a sacred land Paris”. It is in these words, in French, that Nassim Haramein began his conference given on June 20, 2015 in the capital. I happened to be in the warmth of my home in the suburbs of Paris, watching this conference on the Internet, when the attacks of Friday 13 November took place that year in Paris, sacred land.
The heart between Paris and Kauaï
I was in my living room, sitting on the sofa. On the wall next to it was a very large painting made in 2011 when I was pregnant with Lena. A heart 1m40 in diameter traced according to the Fibonacci spiral [1]. It contained the representation of a human heart, and was embellished with paintings, collages and photo-montages. One could travel to Hawaii by looking at it. Kauai, more precisely, one of the islands of the archipelago. A place where I never set foot, and yet the only destination where I have a tour guide !
In 2010, I wanted to write a story around the birth, to accompany the coming of Lena, to prepare myself to be a mother, and to prepare us with James to be parents. I had read once that in some traditions, Kauai was considered the sacred cradle of humanity. A mixture of purity and exoticism in a nutshell. A sacred land. What better place to set the stage for my story?
To immerse myself in the atmosphere of this place, beautiful photos, history, culture… I ended up buying a tourist guide of the region. In 2011, the idea came to me to continue the adventure by making a painting, where Kauaï would of course have its place.
A strange synchronicity
Little did I know then that during the four years that preceded my “encounter” with the work of Nassim Haramein, every time my eyes fell on the photos of Kauaï, I was precisely connected to the place where he established his research laboratory in theoretical physics [2]…
On November 13, 2015 at 9:30 pm, I found myself physically in a desecrated Paris, and virtually in a Paris that was alive, joyful and inspired through Nassim Haramein’s lecture. And of course, my heart was also a little bit in Kauaï.
In other words, my reality was very different from that of many Parisians at that time. Yet I was somehow connected to them: I had indeed felt inexplicably feverish all day long, even confiding to one of my colleagues at work that I was surely going to get sick. Which of course never happened. Looking back, I think it was more like my body sensed that something was coming. And while that something was finally happening without me being aware of it, I was sitting quietly on my couch watching an exciting lecture, but my back and heart inexplicably tugged at me.
I didn’t find out what happened until the next morning. A reality that was already hard to take in itself, and that the contrast with my reality of the day before only reinforced it.
The most useful thing to do
Despite the calm way James asked me if I knew what was going on, my guts spun as soon as he started talking. Because instantly, I knew it was serious. And as he was telling it, my gut was twisting more and more. Cause last night he was at Nation, not that far from the Bataclan. Because if he was there in front of me telling me all this, it’s because he was fine. And because I understood better why I felt so bad the night before.
My first reflex was not to watch television or the Internet. Not to be caught up in this horror, to stay connected to the beautiful Parisian energy that I had the night before in spite of everything. It was the only way I had found to be able to transmit this energy around me. It seemed to me that it was the most useful thing to do for everyone.
James was quick to point out to me that it was highly inadvisable to go to Paris this Saturday. Obviously, it seemed wise, reasonable and sensible to me. Except that I had an appointment with Madeleine [3]. And going to this appointment meant, moreover, getting significantly closer to the place of the tragedy.
I ended up turning on my phone, in case someone had bad news to tell me, in case I had to reassure someone, in case I was needed, in case Madeleine cancelled our appointment. In any case, it was very clear to me that if she didn’t cancel, it wouldn’t be me who would.
Emitting a peace frequency
She received me at the appointed time. In the meantime I hadn’t heard any other bad news, nobody I knew had been in the wrong place at the wrong time that night.
Obviously, all these events were our first topic of conversation. Madeleine told me that she was at her office at the time of the events, that she had received several messages from her family asking her not to work today. She simply said, “If there is one day in the year when I have to work, it is today. If not, they have won. I told her that this state of mind was precisely the reason why I was there. “I don’t know what it takes anymore for people to understand,” she continued. I knew what she meant, but she still said, “We need to emit a peace frequency”.
And for that, I’m at a good school! Of course, I have fears, anger, frustration that run through me when I see all this, but I choose to “move these emotions”. I choose to be in a state of peace and joy as often as possible, and to maintain it as much as possible, so that it is this frequency that I transmit.
“Every thing we do influences every other thing in the universe [and everything in the universe influences us].”
This is not just a concept taught by Nassim Haramein at this conference. All the strength of his theory is to show that the transmission of information – frequencies, or energy – has physical properties. To understand how it all works, to understand the unified field theory, I invite you to plunge into the heart of the vacuum…
Notes & references
[1] The Fibonacci sequence is a sequence of integers in which each term is the sum of the two preceding terms (0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34 etc.). This sequence is linked to the golden section, φ (phi): the quotients of two consecutive terms in the sequence are the best approximations of the golden section (1.618). A spiral can be drawn from this sequence.
[2] He has since moved his laboratory to the French Alps.
[3] Madeleine is a therapist and works on cellular memory. Read My story to learn more.
[4] HARAMEIN NASSIM, quoted by International Space Federation FR.
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