Love story
Georges falls ... or rather continues to be in love, as passionately as the first day. Edith had grown up hearing of his exploits from her mother, who never mentioned her love for this adventurer. Romantic as young girls are, Edith accepts with joy the attentions of this dashing colonel. Marie, neglecting to consult the family, offers her daughter in marriage to the colonel. At least that way she can live her love for him through her daughter.
ln their first year of marriage, she gives birth to a son, whom they would call Georges. The following.g year, a daughter whom they call Edith. (So far they haven't shown themselves abundant in imagination in naming their children!) One year later another boy is born. They call him Roger ... my father! When, four years later, another girl is born it proves to be too much for such a delicate woman. Edith dies bringing her fourth child into the world. Georges cannot be consoled and hands her over to a nanny. He doesn't think he can survive his anguish and forces his children to wear black until his own death ... which wasn't for another twenty years! In the family we were never black dresses!
So to come back to my father and the acupuncture:
l have been risen with Chinese philosophy surrounding. But it went much farther ... My father didn't hesitate to take his pendulum to decide about diagnostics. And he was reading into the palm of hands but especially to the pretty clients ... My mother was extremely intuitive and was reading a lot into her cards, especially for all my new boyfriends ...
l was never interested especially in psychic work. Of course my mother was going often to see her voyante, and took me there several times. During the war, one called Denise, told me l was going to marry an American boy and l will go to live abroad ... So in 1942 It was interesting to know the end of the war ....
Today I am going to try to explain what is the "voyance" I cannot promise you I could, because "reading" I could only constate its working but "HOW"? Its so mysterious!!! After 33 years I think I should! And still when things happen so incredibly right "on the nose" I can't help calling a friend of mine who always tells me "after all these years how could you be yet surprise ???" and I answer… The day I will think its normal and won't be surprise, then I am sure I will lose this "gift", because, then I might think "I am the best" and its completely wrong. I KNOW IT CANNOT BE ME…