007_BREMEN

In 1993 a friend from the USA told me that author of a book which I liked - the author is a channeler who channels a "voice" from Heaven, namely she channels God - was supposed to have this one seminar in Germany. The only seminar in Europe! before that, she had one in England. Some people from England followed her to Germany!

It would be a one-week seminar somewhere near Bremen in Germany.

I wanted to hear her! 
I needed to know whether she was able to tell the same story in her words. Or make it up, in case she made everything else up. That's what I was going to find out.

I didn't know a thing about channeling. I still don't for that matter! I only knew that some of my inner- self (not Higher-self, mind you, but the inner self or the lowest-possible-self-of-myself) talks to me while experiencing this World. And reading Ceanne's book I realIzed that differently this Inner self, or low self, brings up very similar results. And therefore the two make the same conclusions.

Let's just say that I was very much interested in her "technology" of how to reach the Truth!

Of course, this works on the presumption that the words she writes are hers! And not somebody else's who just might hand them over to her and then hide behind her name.

What if she channels the books she writes?! What if... such channeling exists.
This is worth finding out. I simply had to be sure. I had to explore the possibilities. 
If I go there I'll be able to obtain the answers. 
So I took a train to Bremen.

To have the money to pay the fare and the cost of the seminar I sold my old car and a brand new 200 l water-heater. Fuck! A man invests in something meaningful to him, something that is important to him! And this was both important and meaningful to me.

Upon the arrival in Bremen, a small group of us waited for a bus fare to take us to a farm where the seminar was to take place. We were picked by a small bus.

So they took us to this farm that was situated in the middle of nowhere.
The vast plane, fields everywhere spreading from one side to another, nothing but fields till horizon... in one word: loneliness!

I soon realized that Ceanne's channeling was a real deal.
This woman was simple and in my opinion completely unable to invent things Much less very complicated feelings that she writes about in great detail in her book.
She was incapable of making up such a complicated story such as RUOW.
Alone she couldn't have fabricated it. 

It was clear to me that this knowledge wasn't hers, that she serves somebody as an agent or the media. Somebody could have used her as a front...
In this sense selling my car was justifiable (I was going to miss it!) but I got my questions answered.

Or.... maybe she is a channel!
Then this form of "learning" is true and exists.
It is hard tho... believing somebody who says: you know, I am channeling somebody from the "Above".... as in this case - God himself!
Just like that!

All sorts of people were there for the seminar.

Some had a very similar idea and questions about the author as was mine... or maybe different. I wasn't asking them too much about why they came to Bremen.
Something must have dragged them to meet her! It did me for sure.
The only difference between us was that they were expecting miracles from this poor woman - and I wasn't!

Generally speaking ... at the time I was discovering (and that was confirmed in later years, especially in 2000 on an internet forum) that people in near "presence" of even mentioning let alone talking about God more often than not - go berserk!
When they start talking about God in a group they suddenly become awfully serious. No humor there anymore, all humor leaves them! No trace of it anywhere, just like the world stopped!

In short - they go nuts!
They aren't normal anymore. 

This happens a lot when they find themselves in such situations. I have yet to see this NOT happening.

I am explaining this to you because My God isn't anything like this. He isn't like their God or other Gods.
I enjoy having a conversation with My God. He understands all jokes, He is all about humor.

Anyway, at this seminar in Bremen all expected God to be there with Ceanne. That's how they behaved. They probably expected a miracle to happen, or else...

An interesting thing about them! From about thirty people at least half were Jewish.
Most of them even said it was their first time in Germany, for obvious reasons.
They hated Germany. 

They only came because of Ceanne, because of her seminar. They wouldn't come otherwise and after this meeting - there won't be a reason good enough left for them to ever come back.
It was a one-week seminar and towards the end of it (next day we were supposed to leave) some people started talking about their "previous lives". Imagine that!

I was lying on my back, on the floor, palms against my neck at the back of my head so I could follow what's going on around me. I wasn't part of the group in conversation, I was just watching them.
Holy shit I thought at a certain moment, you guys ain't normal!
In previous lives you were all Julius Ceasars, Cleopatras, kings, and queens, princes and princesses.... not even one of you wants to be a plain dirty, fucking drunk smelly Russian muzhik! Seems,  nobody was a peasant.
How could I fall in here with this "Royal" bunch - where the hell is all the rest?!

Where are the slaves who built pyramids and died before they could reach the age of twenty? Where are the Negroes from plantations, the so-called "strange fruit hanging from a tree", as Billie Holiday sang? And what about murderers and serial killers - where the fuck are those?! Who will carry their weight, who will recognize THEIR dreams, own their shit?

At some moment I must have smiled which wasn't unnoticed.

So, now... imagine me lying on my back on the floor, smiling while the rest of the group was seriously into the problems of their past lives...

And here comes one from the group! An English girl with long black hair loosen so it was falling down her shoulders, suddenly steps forward. She comes to me threateningly. Honestly - she looked like a witch!

So here she is right next to me, then leans above hissing:
What are you laughing at?

She stepped across me, her left foot next to my right foot and her right one next to my left foot. Pretty scary I must say!
I continued as I was. Didn't move an inch, supporting my head with my hands and watching her from beneath - straight in her eye.

The group stopped doing what they were doing and started to follow what is happening between this black woman and me. I continued lying in front of her.
On floor couldn't be lower than that!

I found the originally written record of our conversation that I saved. Here it is:

She screamed at me: What are you laughing at, you bastard?
I answered her without standing up, still lying on the floor as before, looking helpless ( rest of the group, Ceanne too, started to follow the incident). You see, that was our last day of the seminar, all hopes and disappointments were there present with us, as close to us as they ever will be, and were out for us, out in the open! Helplessness manifested!
If anything was to happen, this is it - it must happen now.

I answered her: I am laughing at you, witch!
She then screamed at me: I am a witch for you?! And you are the Priest!!!

I said: Nobody ever called me a priest!
She then said (Ceanne and everybody else watching, some afraid, some just interested...): 
You were a priest in your past life, weren't you?!
I said: No. I wasn't.

She then goes: What were you, then?
I said: I was Hitler.

Thew Jew part of the group as well as the others, froze in a second!

Ceanne suddenly realized that they were going crazy with hate (she must have been aware of it from other seminars if she had them), they might even attack me. In the meanwhile, I was showing no signs of even understanding the situation I got myself in.
I provoked it, why wouldn't I understand it?!

Ceanne called me to come closer.
The venue turned hostile and dark. Threatening! It looked like they were preparing to attack me, preparing for a lynch.

Then Ceanne said: I think it is time for you to leave now...

We were in a godforsaken land far away from anything. I walked 4 hs till the first local bus station!
I haven't met or seen a living soul on my way. Or a car.
I finally made it to the Bremen railway station and took a train home.

None of the present people there came to say goodbye to me as I was leaving. There was no sense asking anybody to take me to the first village in his car.

Fuck. Nobody wants to be Hitler.