Peace Alchemy — Life for Food — לחיים — To Receive Life

Peace Alchemy — Life for Food — לחים — To Receive Life

​© Nora Hoffmann, August 14, 2022
It is very difficult to write about to deal with the horror of my emotion.
It took more courage than I could fathom ever having to begin asking for food. At lo tsrikha kesef. At tsrikha khaim. You don’t need money. You need life.

I find it unacceptable to use livelihood for selfish gain. Very few have done the consciousness work necessary to be truthful with money and required to run a truly democratic governance. People use money and livelihood all the time to dominate one another. Instead of facing the reality that we all need to join efforts to solve inner conflicts, because we all need to be sustained, when someone has the power or control financially they usually abuse their authority. We are far from caring for everyone’s ability to be properly sustained in heart and material. We are far from an Economy of the People.

I remember a decade ago sending my then-fearless ex-special forces black ops warrior husband — who had no qualms killing someone with a rifle from far away — to Byron Katie’s School for the Work. When given the task to go to the Venice Beach promenade near Los Angeles and ask someone there for food — “will you feed me?” — and to report back to his classmates what came up, this man instead called a very attractive schoolmate of mine for lunch and paid for both their meals with a credit card in his name that was, however, PAID FOR BY ME.

Byron Katie’s assignment was a memory which never left my mind — I could not imagine myself requesting food from either strangers or friends. However, I made a devastating error which has led me to practice this very peaceful The-Work-of-Byron-Katie assignment. Forced to survive by sheer will and being guided by my heart with the help of Master Saint Germain, I have had to tackle my shame of asking for food. It is difficult. Some people project negativity on me, and it is painful. I often feel shame. But thankfully I have enough understanding to successfully work with this difficult societal situation.

I am Master Saint Germain. I give my heart to everyone. Please, receive in peace the abundance given by me.


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At Mount Shasta, the home of Master Saint Germain, I slowly developed courage to ask for free food and drink. First I did some research online about how to get food for free — asking the right way made the process easier for me.

I began to bring my own cute cup, with a cute image of a coffee plant rooted in a human heart depicted on it. Coffee is good for the heart, and it is a left-handed cup.
“Please, would you give me a little bit of coffee for free?” More often than not I would explain with a sense of apology: “The two people for whom I developed a thriving business stole my share once going strong. I’m waiting to hear back from God.”

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Being thin is not the worst thing for me. Despite fearing hunger, it is better for me not to eat with fear but remain abstinent from food with a lower vibration. It is better for me not to eat with fear. I should only drink beer and eat food given to me for free in a way that will keep my heart-energy strong.

Mostly, I need people’s care to survive. I need heart. Whenever my heart channels are fortified, being hungry does not matter. When a person with a caring smile declines to give me food I still feel nourished. It is about my mattering, about belonging. People don’t know that I am honest, caring, hard-working and dedicated. They don’t know that I was helping people who then stole everything from me.

image © Nora Hoffmann

I also began asking for some free beer for my heart. This has been delicious. I don’t need much beer, I get drunk too fast. I need about two ounces for my heart before going to sleep, and when I have a stable place, with a little bit of beer, I can go to easily go to sleep. But when I am sleeping in my vehicle, this is a bit tricky. A female traveler on the road alone, the spirit world whispers all their help in my right and left ear to keep me safe, and I constantly move on to remain in peace. When I'm on the road, I do not get sufficient sleep.

“Yeah. Predators can tell it’s a female van,” a fellow traveler remarked.

Having beer while being safe on the road doesn’t go so well together.



© Nora Hoffmann. No reproduction without written permission.



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After three years of establishing proper welcoming online delivery of complex psychological learning, of the team the man, a god-damn satanic psychopath, was hateful to me, and the woman was horribly disrespectful. Now that they were ready to manage on their own, he wanted my business share, so did she. She who had always been praising me in the loudest tunes suddenly denied my contribution, didn’t forward positive comments by customers, and pretended to everyone that she had created the professional image of his school all with him on her own. She forced me out to severely punish me. Just to emotionally devastate me.
What kind of people did I decide to use my creative brilliance for to unlock a new source of income?
But always remember — never pay a satanist. He will take everything you’ve got. Satanists always work in pairs. If you can identify him immediately, stop at once. Despite developing the psychic skill to do so more and more quickly, I recognized her as a Luciferian individual much too late.
As the known crook who he is, whom this woman has been supporting for many years in various constellations, it was more important to her to make her unenlightened point which was emotional. And she who had always complained about his absence of integrity gave to this man whatever part of my share that she stole from me. Who is he working with? What kind of person is she?
Some call it embezzlement to reroute money from the agreed-upon route by the members of a sharing partnership. It is also unheard of by members committed to a true democratic partnership that two people of a three-way honest commitment can decide to bully against the third one for not agreeing to their against-prior-agreement demands. That is not democracy. That is rulership by tyranny.
How could I have been so dumb! She seemed so sweet? and able to be abstinent from his overpowering bullying behavior. I was so wrong. Urgh!
What were they truly thinking about me in the beginning when purportedly all was well? Were they prepared to take it all once they had acquired all the resources from an intelligent one, an artistic creative female adult? Early on she would produce him online for other regions without including me. What was I to do? Clearly the writing was on the wall right away. She, opposed to previous behavior where she protected me, when financially opportune didn’t care about me, the horror of my despair resulting from her ill-intended actions toward me or whether I was going to be able to financially survive what they did for their own advantage or not kill myself from the horror of it all. Neither did he.
He was rude with me from the get-go. It was horrible. My one friend whom I had brought into the business, horrified, remarked about it frequently. His intimidation tactics made me uncomfortable, even though I was able to mediate his foul power-over behavior with our customers.
He is well-known for receiving favors from women, taking serious advantage of them, hurting us, taking credit for our work, and becoming nasty when he was finished using us. He is known to be a bastard. Severely mentally ill he is.
Several no men all women have sued him successfully. But despite the court giving them right he has not given back what he has taken. Many of his correspondence is highly abusive. For example, he stated to one women — he was proudly showing me their correspondence — that he would “hammer [her] in the ground” and accusing her of being psychotic when clearly this was true for his mental state. The woman was claiming he had not delivered what he promised to her, about which she was right. In my case, he claimed that he “has never seen [me] this cruel.” With him stealing my livelihood. Making me ill financially. He makes me the cruel one. This is how nasty and ill-willed he is. He is a narcissistic personality with severe ill-will, moreover the beyond malignant kind.
He would not have economically survived without my efforts. He had almost no in-person customers. And I promised and fully completed getting him online, and the three of us sharing in partnership in three mutually agreed upon equal ways were experienced before Covid took out his remaining small amount of on-location customers. My team — the three of us and whom I trained and suggested we hire, the contracts of which was all done through her, we were ready to deliver online.
He was the lucky recipient of some advice by me which healed his inflamed gum problem. But he stole my healing food from the fridge in his office to do so. He pretended I was owing him money after they were forcing me to leave. Thank God I have Master Saint Germain. To calm me this dick claimed the $50 worth of stolen food was worth $ 200 toward my debt to him. What an asshole.
I am Master Saint Germain. I give my heart to everyone. Please, receive in peace the abundance given by me.
My concentration was on equally caring for everyone. This is natural to me. I wasn’t busy with securing proprietorship. I was busy with ensuring we could professionally thrive and accommodate an increasing amount of customers and increase our prosperity, each of the three of us long into the future.
I am proud of myself. I did what I could to ensure everyone’s economic security.