Author: Marmotte

Au village Apache, toute la Tribu était ravie car une jeune fille avait reçu l’autorisation
de sortir du Grand Tipi et chacun dans la Tribu connaissait parfaitement son rôle
auprès d’elle afin de la guider au mieux sur le chemin sinueux et rempli d’embûches
que la vie n’allait pas tarder à lui envoyer en guise de leçons.

En effet, demander conseils aux anciens qui ont déjà emprunté le même chemin permet
parfois d’éviter certains pièges déjà repérés et ainsi l’on gagne du temps car l’on peut
se concentrer sur des traquenards que l’on ne soupçonne même pas.

Les Grands Esprits soufflèrent à la Chamane le nom qu’ils avaient choisi pour la jeune
fille ; elle s’appellera «Petite Plume ». Les anciens se concertèrent afin de lui trouver ce
qu’il y avait de mieux.

Un jour, les Grands Esprits soufflèrent à l’oreille de la Chamane de provoquer Petite
Plume .

Alors la Chamane se souvint de cette nuit où elle avait montré à Petite Plume la force
qui sommeillait en elle. Et Petite Plume avait vu, sans boire d’alcool ni prendre aucune
drogue, un loup apparaître dans le ciel. La Chamane se souvint que Petite Plume lui
avait dit cette nuit-là qu’elle avait eu peur de n’être qu’un petit écureuil.

La Chamane comprit alors qu’elle devait provoquer Petite Plume car le moment était
venu pour elle de laisser l’écureuil s’en aller dans la forêt et de réveiller le loup qui
sommeillait en elle.

Alors la Chamane provoqua Petite Plume et ce jour-là, le Loup se réveilla.

Wing of Fire

How do you explain a profession that doesn’t really exist ?

Here is the challenge of these few lines !

My curiosity and sociability quickly led me to meet influential people in our world. These people perceived what I would never have suspected myself. Some “skills” could be used and used for important files.

It certainly didn’t happen in a day, although the most important story was only a few hours long!

My seniority in internet chat systems has allowed me to apprehend the true of the false when it comes to proving a person’s identity.

If someone pretends to be an influential person and work in high places, will you believe her? For my part no, I would ask for multiple proofs of the statements announced.

In my experience, the person on the other side of the computer made my cell phone ring without knowing my identity or number. That same person then sent me satellite images of my house, which surprised me enough. The details were incredible for the time. What made me understand that I was no longer playing in the children’s court was the declaration of my military results, this type of information is not put in the hands of everyone.

I then took the time to examine the requests made and whether or not I could help that person.

After more than a month of intensive communication, my interlocutor, whom I will name Allan for reasons of anonymity, suggested that I work on a sensitive file. My profiling and psychic skills were to be put to the test in order to be of service.

I was asked to open a folder containing photos. I took the time to examine them one by one until I had a flash. I saw two men on a train. Allan asked me for several hours to describe every detail of this flash. From the colour of the seat, to the hours on the watches, everything passed. After a few hours of work, a plan emerged from this interview. The research conducted was fruitful.

In some investigations, I have had no flashes and I have not been able to help. This story remains quite unique and should not be seen as a norm among mediums but it shows that the impossible can become possible if one is followed and accompanied correctly.

Marmotte Thor

Who is “Wing of fire”?

An “almost normal” life

I am somewhere in different family tree crosses of Grande Familles where for years magnetisers, rebouteux, exorcists, dowsers, etc. have evolved in complete serenity.

I have always evolved in a mysterious environment by receiving flashes of information, premonitions, having very strong feelings and communicating very positively with a Person that others could not see. However, when I was very young, I learned not to talk about it.

After a marriage, children become adults and independent, a successful professional life that took me to positions close to the Directorate, a tornado suddenly passed in my life.

My fulfilling work life, perhaps too well organized, came to a sudden end due to inoperable health problems, resulting in very severe permanent pain.

First Opening: Gifts from My Ancestors

After a few months of feeling useless, I went to an energetic High Place called Longeborgne and as my grandmother taught me when I was little, I prayed.

During a flash, while I was still working, my late grandfather appeared to me and told me: «ask and you will receive». So I asked to receive «something» that allows me to be still useful on earth. recevoir «quelque chose» qui me permette d’être encore utile sur terre.

So some of my ancestors’ Gifts that were dormant in me woke up and I put them at the service of people who needed them.

One person was very important during that period, and I thank him very much for that. This is Mrs Jacqueline Palus, whose international fame is no longer to be built and who had the kindness to guide me during all the time that was necessary for me to tame and make optimal use of these Gifts.

Second opening: the shamanism

During a meeting, I had the privilege, thanks to the service of his translator, to speak with Mr.Harlyn Geronimo, Grand Shaman domiciled in New Mexico, and great-grandson of the Great Apache Warrior Geronimo. The purpose of this discussion was for me to give him «something» that I had brought back from Longeborgne. As a thank you, Mr. Harlyn Géronimo took off the sunglasses he usually wore and looked into mine. It made me shudder, and I went from head to toe. I didn’t understand anything about what was happening to me. And Mr. Geronimo spoke everything in English. Then his translator explained to me that in the space of a glance, Mr. Geronimo had just activated Shamanic Gifts in me. From the first night, and then for months and months, every night, lying in my bed with my eyes closed, for about 45 minutes «I saw like films passing at a speed that prevented me from grasping the meaning». I received «something». donner «quelque chose» que j’avais ramené de Longeborgne. En remerciement, M. Harlyn Géronimo a enlevé les lunettes de soleil qu’il portait habituellement et a plongé son regard dans le mien. Cela a provoqué en moi des frissons qui m’ont parcouru des pieds à la tête. Je ne comprenais absolument rien de ce qui m’arrivait. Et M. Géronimo parlait tout en anglais. Alors son traducteur m’a expliqué qu’en l’espace d’un regard, M. Géronimo venait d’activer en moi des Dons chamaniques. Dès la 1^st nuit, et ensuite pendant des mois et des mois, chaque nuit, allongée dans mon lit les yeux fermés, pendant environ 45 minutes «je voyais comme des films qui passaient à une vitesse qui m’empêchaient d’en saisir le sens». Je recevais «quelque chose».

A thought comes to me here: “As humans are complex, the complexities that some humans develop in the course of their lives make their complexities even more complex.”

Wing of Fire

Medium, Healer and Shaman alcohol and drug-free

sans alcool et sans drogue

One day Marmotte Thor proposed to me and an acquaintance of mine that we will call Odette in order to preserve her anonymity to follow him on an astral journey.

I had never had this kind of experience and knowing that he had practiced this for many years, I accepted immediately with enthusiasm. Indeed, I received this invitation as an honor, a way for me to open up to another dimension and who knows, maybe to see my gifts evolve further.

You should know that I have never looked for all these things that happen to me and that some people describe as strange.

I learned to live with it and now I'm one of those people for whom it is normal.

How many are we? I do not know.

How many would like to be like us and can't ? a lot.

How many jealous us because they are not like us ? ……

How many love us for who we are and call on us to help them ? a lot.

The big day finally arrived, we met at Odette's and it was without any apprehension that I followed Marmotte Thor's instructions. It is worth remembering that the success of this type of experience depends on 6 essential conditions :

1. Have total confidence in the person who guides
2. Follow instructions precisely and immediately
3. Have no fear of what will happen because it is the total unknown
4. Do not feel any irony about what we are going to do
5. Being under the influence of no drugs.
6. Not to be intoxicated.

If one of the conditions is not fully met, there is no astral travel and failure is due, not to the guide, but to the one who did not meet the 6 conditions. At the time, it may happen, in good faith, that you have met all the conditions. However, after a few days and some self-reflection, the unfulfilled condition (s) do not take long to surface.

First, Marmotte Thor asks us to take a good look at a painting on the wall. Having always been a diligent student in class, I lingered on all the details.

Then he tells us to close our eyes. He takes our hand and asks us if we remember the boat drawn on this painting. We both say yes.

So he tells us : "let's go" !

And I find myself with Odette and Marmotte Thor sitting in a boat in the middle of the sea.

Marmotte Thor then asks us if we remember the moon drawn on this painting. We both answer : yes

So he tells us : "let's go" !

And there, I leave the boat like a rocket in the direction of the moon, I pass behind the moon and I find myself surrounded by books suspended in the air.

Immediately, I remembered a very old flash where I had seen my maternal grandmother, who died several years ago, open curtains covering a huge bookcase filled with books. At the time of the flash I told him, "I refuse to learn all of this". And my grandmother answered me then: "you will not have to learn it, everything will be given to you".

Remembering this flash, I hastened to let my eyes go through as many hanging books as possible, saying: “yes, I want to learn”.

Then I heard the voice of Marmotte Thor telling us to get back to the boat and I found myself sitting in the boat across from Odette. Then he told us to open our eyes and I was back in Odette's living room, sitting on her sofa.

Marmotte Thor then told us to look at the painting again and to my surprise I saw a big drop of paint on Odette's painting. This very dry drop was not there before our lunar trip I am sure. I would have seen it. She was so tall. Odette tells us that it was her niece who painted this picture. That he had always been smooth. She confirmed that there had never been any leaked paint.

Only Marmotte Thor can explain the origin of this drop of paint which suddenly appeared on the painting.

I thanked Marmotte Thor for this unforgettable trip.

Odette then tells us that she remained in the boat. That she couldn't get to the moon. I'm sorry for her. I console her and tell her that it will be for another time.

Plume de feu

Once upon a time, there was a woman who used to travel to Longeborgne, not only to walk there, but also to pray there and take the time to savor a timeless energy.

One day she decided to buy 2 rosaries there. One for her, all in wood and a very pretty rose which she later decided to give to her granddaughter. What she will never do, you'll see why later.

She put the little pink rosary away in a pretty little box and got into the habit of praying at home with the wooden rosary. Everything was going fine.

One evening when her companion was already in bed, she sensed that something strange was happening in the apartment.

She lay down and as her companion was already asleep on his back, she placed her wooden rosary on his plexus in order to protect it… .. from what ? she didn't know…. And she fell asleep….

In the middle of the night, she awoke abruptly, also on her back, her left arm totally twitched, out of bed and in her left hand she clutched very tightly the rosary which she had placed on her companion. His head was also turned to the left. It only took a fraction of a second for him to realize that something was wrong: the room was completely in complete darkness !

She then looked straight ahead and into that dark night in which was plunged the room 2 eyes which fixed her a few centimeters from his. She understood immediately that the devil was in front of her and that she had to fight with the only weapon that her grandmother had taught her : Prayer

So, staring at her 2 evil eyes that threatened her, she began to recite the Our Father, regularly inserting a sentence that she had received. A phrase that drives the devil away. She does not know how long the fight lasted, nor how many Our Father intersected this sentence, without making a mistake she recited from the bottom of her heart to win this fight. What she remembers is that it was long, very long …… and suddenly, the 2 evil eyes that threatened her went out and the usual light returned to its place in the room. She no longer slept all night.

The next day, she told this story to her companion. She took out the little pink rosary she intended for her little daughter from the box and at bedtime asked her companion to wrap her own rosary around her wrist.

She kept the little pink rosary on and stayed awake in the living room as long as possible because she didn't dare go to bed for fear of falling asleep and having to fight alone again.

Then, overcome by fatigue, she decided that if that was her fate, she had to go. Around her wrist, the little pink rosary, she soon fell asleep.

Nothing happened that night.

In the morning when she woke up, relieved, she still had the little pink rosary around her wrist. His companion also always had the wooden rosary around his wrist.

And while they were both having breakfast, she heard the voice of her Guide tell her : Admit that if I had told you BEFORE WHO you were going to have to fight one night, you would never have dared to sleep in your life ?

She admitted he was right. And he told her that she would never have to fight that one again and that she could now sleep easy.

A few years later, she told this story to a man who had just started as an undertaker. He was in the presence of his wife and she had complete confidence in them.

He asked him if, in his opinion, the fact of having a rosary in the hands could have had an influence because for many years the dead have been buried without a rosary in their joined hands ?

She replied simply : I don't know…

Plume de feu

For a very long time, I have known that I have this ability to communicate with deceased people. Several times I saw my father who died in 1996, then my husband who chose his death in 2000.

The day I decided to put this faculty at the service of those who wanted it, I chose to do so by putting the living person and the deceased in direct contact.

Indeed, I found that a description and then a few sentences could too easily have been questioned afterwards when the person had told his experience to closed people about it.

Moreover, what was said between the deceased and the living person did not concern me in any way.

So I did it for the 1^st once to a young Portuguese man who came to my house for a healing treatment like I had seen my grandma do when I was little.

I proposed this to this young man because I felt there was something very, very deep about him that required more than magnetism.

He accepted. Sitting on a chair, as he was very receptive and showed no fear, someone immediately came to talk to him. I can feel it because I'm just a small channel, kind of like the telephone device and nothing else.

I left it for 10 minutes and then I brought it back "here and now"

He was very moved and told me he had spent the whole afternoon chatting sitting on a bench with his grandmother in Portugal outside her house.

Then, very worried, he turned to my clock because he had his son to pick up from school. Smiling, I reassured him by telling him that the time he had taken for an afternoon was actually 10 short minutes.

I have many other people who have come to me to benefit from this way of doing things which allows them to speak without intermediaries with loved ones who have passed away. Some people wanted to share these encounters with me, others preferred to keep it to themselves.

Whatever their reactions, it has always been done with Respect, Confidentiality and Free Choice.

Plume de feu

Guiding two people at the same time for a meeting with deceased people is an exercise that I really like. And I have the opportunity to do this several times.

This time it is a mother (an Italian Countess) and her daughter who wish to speak with the late Mister le Comte.

The girl had already warned me that after the session she had an appointment at the nail center and that she would come back to get her mother afterwards.

The difference when you guide 2 people in this way is that they do not necessarily take the same route to meet the deceased person and that they should not be lost along the way.

I took them both by the hand and they immediately found themselves in a huge building.

Right away, they both heard music. So I invited them to go to the room where the music was coming from.

In order not to lose them, I asked them to describe to me what they were seeing.

It is good to remember here that I practice a blind guidance technique and that I do not see anything. Only my feelings and the indications given by my clients allow us to move forward. It’s a team effort. If I feel a fear taking hold in the person I'm leading, I know we won't go any further because the person is not ready.

Taking different paths, therefore, here they both arrive at the door from which the music emanates. I tell them to open the door.

The girl can come in and she tells me that there is a ball and that her father is coming to her. I tell him to go to his father and that everything is fine.

The mother on the other hand cannot come in, she tells me that she is on the other side of the room from her daughter. That she didn't come through the same door. She tells me that she sees her daughter in her daddy's arms (the late Count) and that the latter seems to introduce her to the other people present at the ball.

Suddenly the girl tells me that the ball is over. So I take the mother and daughter outside of the building.

The girl tells me that in front of the building there are tables and that there is one person per table.

The mother tells me that she is facing a bearded man. I told him to talk to him. She tells me he didn't tell her anything.

So I take advantage of the ball in the Beyond to pass some personal messages. I ask the girl if she sees a cowboy. She tells me yes. So I tell her to give her a kiss on the cheek for me. She replies that when she leaned over to do it he said, "Don't touch my hat." I thanked her for doing it for me.

Then I tell him to ask if there is a man named GT * on the terrace. She tells me yes. So I said to him: "tell him that I care about his daughter". She replies that he has a beer in front of him and he holds it up, saying, "It works."

Then I brought them both "here and now", thanking all the people who had come for us.

When the session was over, I treated the girl (I'm a healer) and then she left for her manicure.

So I was left alone with the mother. I would rather say with Madame la Comtesse.

Madame la Comtesse did not understand why she and her daughter had not taken the same staircase and arrived at the same door. She couldn't understand why she couldn't walk into the ballroom and find her husband, the late Monsieur le Comte, as their daughter.

So I told him I didn't know and listened to his lamentations.

Plume de feu