​We stayed in Jerusalem until past four pm. Saint Germain asked me what I wanted. I said coffee company and dinner. I received both.
בחינם. Bchinam. For free.

The last place I asked, the young woman called the owner and said hu baderech. A young man arrived and Saint Germain found it worthwhile to have him translate. I didn’t understand her quick Hebrew and walked up and down the road a few houses and returned. King Solomon pointed at the place next door. In a beautiful star of David it said ציון. Dad kept pointing at it.

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When I came back to the shop, the bright man translated. “He is on his way. That’s what הוא בדרך hu baderech is.” I said I would come back, and walked to where I had purchased not for free a hamsa hand to protect me from the evil eye to receive the credit card machine receipt. She had given me for free a sweet leather evil eye protector key holder with the store’s name engraved. Because I had simply given her my credit card without hesitation she thought I had money. It was an exception.
I returned. A young Jewish man wearing a Kapa was in the back, smiling back at me as i greeted him.
“Hu amar ken. הוא אמר כן. He said yes.”
“Todah.”
“mah at rotzah?”
There were two rows of four delicious-smelling soup pots each. I pointed at the top left one, as i had seen her spoon out beet root with vegetables soup for the bright man.
She said “You can have any of these which are for twenty shekels. mah at rotzah?” And she pointed at the menu’s right side, but the names didn’t mean anything to me. She proceeded to lift up every lid of the four lower-row pots. Either lentils yummy second to the left or vegetables on the far left. I asked Saint Germain and why so sad eat lentils for dinner.
She filled the paper bowl with a happy smile, another half ladle so to fill it to the brim, asked if I was going to sit down or if she should close it, and gave it to me.

Begging for Food - Alchemy Of Saint Germain
© Nora Hoffmann 
March 23 2023

​​I have been begging for food due to being taken my livelihood through my partners Patricia Haggard of Bridges Academy and David Quigley of the Alchemy Institute for Hypnosis, who were  upset about my keeping my integrity with our agreements.  I can say with pride that without me this income would not exist even though it is being withheld by Pat who is in charge of managing the organization's cashflow. I ask every day to be sustained from above despite their economic immaturity.

However I am not sure if any spiritual journey could be sustained without facing poverty, to be sustained through Saint Germain and his guidance to receive. 
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Go to the market today, Master Saint Germain encouraged me. It was Saturday, the daily market is full of vendors on a Saturday. I was reluctant but he said you don’t need to hurry but leave by 1pm. The market quickly closes at 1:30pm. Today I felt shy. 

We started with a cheese cake vendor. 

“Haben Sie etwas heute das Sie wegwerfen und mir mitgeben könnten?"
Do you have something today that you’re getting rid of and could give me?

Somehow I thought it was a good sign when he responded:

“Nai, mir sin komplett ausverkauft.” 
In our local dialect, he said “No, we’re completely sold out.” 

A woman at a vegetable stand asked: 

“Fuer Tiere?" For animals? She was the second person today to ask me. No one ever asked me this before. Maybe it is because Easter is one week away, and everyone is seeing rabbits in their heart. 

“Fuer mich" For me, I said slightly embarrassed. 

“Do, Sie koenne do en Wirsing habbe.”
Here, you can have a head of spring cabbage.

Spring cabbage is of a very beautiful bright green cabbage also with rich dark leaves on the outside, rich in potassium. 
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Clockwise I walked around the Muenster, including asking a flower stand whether she tossed flowers I could bring. Her answer was also no. 

I was asked a third time whether I was looking for food for animals. Because of this, some vendors made sure to give produce that is still suitable for someone to eat. 

I arrived at a bread stand, and Saint Germain nudged me: Ask here. But not if he’s throwing something away. Ask if he’ll give you a little bit of bread for free.

“Hallo!”

The male vendor, possibly Italian or from another Mediterranean region, responded with a big smile.

"Wie geht's?" How are you?

“Would you please give me a little bit of bread for free?”

With a big smile, he answered: “Yes, I do have something for you. Come around here.” waving me to come around to the side. When I stepped there, he joyfully smiling pulled out a stack of paper bags and, starting to pull one out, held them up to me: 

“Here, first, paper bag.” Cheerfully, he put the stack of paper bags away, reached down underneath his cart and pulled out a large loaf of fresh bread. With a big smile, he gave it to me: 

“Here! Now put it in the bag.” 

I said thank you, smiled, and walked away. 

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