When I was a kid, I did not sleep the day before my birthday. I often thought about what I wanted my parents to do for me on that day.
My uncle was the one who cared the most about what he could do for me that day. He did not ask me what I would like to do, but did things that I liked. It was as if he could read my mind and gave me what I wanted.
My father, on the other hand, often forgot my birthday. It was my older sister who would remind him, but even so he did not do much about it. Sometimes he would come home quite late in a drunken state and go straight to bed.
As for my mother, she baked cakes and also prepared very delicious food in large quantities for the whole family. My cousins and friends were also invited to the house to celebrate with us.
As for me, I was in no way happy to see all these people who came to visit me on my birthday just for the party. But I did take the opportunity to chat and pass on a message that I kept in my heart.
I remember that from the age of five I had thoughts and reflections that I wanted to share with friends, cousins and my family back home. But everyone considered me a child not yet smart enough to be able to teach adults anything. Everything I said was taken as childish, though I was talking about serious things.
Often, my mother would question me to find out where I learned all the things that I told her. To answer her, I used to talk my way out of things without knowing whether she believed me or not. She always encouraged me to have uplifting spiritual thoughts.
As for my friends, they liked me because I shared new things with them. I did not have many friends, because I was shy and I did not like those who were rowdy, I didn't like violence. I played with friends, but only for a short time. I only talk about my male friends because I only had boys as friends. I often shunned girls. At times I would talk to some of them who were with their brothers who I was friends with. I would only ask them a few questions, but I never had long conversations with them.
It was later that I started talking to girls. Every time I talked to one of them, it was to give her a life lesson or a lesson on her behaviour, and when I noticed something that I did not like about her, then I helped her to change her way of living.
When I was a little older, I began to feel this burning desire to do something in my Mission. So, I began to act spontaneously when I found myself in front of an occasion that required my intervention. I then gave explanations in the form of teaching to help people to understand the position in which they found themselves, as well as their responsibility in the face of their problem. Through these explanations, always in the form of teaching, I also explained to people the reason why they were in this situation, what they had to do, and how they had to act in order to free themselves from it. I acted and intervened without waiting for the approval of others, seeing that they did not appreciate my way of doing things and what I said.
What pushed me to act like this was this strong drive, this pull that I had to help human beings who had problems and who needed help.
This way of acting waned over time, as I began to understand and see how human beings received my messages and how they reacted so differently from one another. Through my various experiences with human beings, I began to take the time to study the person who was speaking before I spoke with them. It took very little time.
Reading a person’s mind takes very little time. You just have to focus on them. However, it is not given to everyone to read the thoughts of others. I had a Mission and I was on a mission with human beings. I could therefore use this Grace to help some people. My Mission was far from easy. You know of what difficulties and obstacles I had to face.
When I reached a certain age, I no longer wanted to celebrate my birthday with other people, but a friend of mine never forgot to remind me of my birthday. He often wanted us to talk about our memories and this made me smile a lot. Every birthday, he would look for me everywhere so that we could meet and talk. I was surprised because he always found me wherever I was. He would even send me letters, which always arrived the day before or on my birthday. When he could, he would travel to see me.
When I was placed under house arrest by the Nazis, it was difficult for him to find me and reach me because I was not receiving visits or any the letters addressed to me. One day, I received a letter from this friend. I was so happy that I stayed in my room for a long time reading it quietly.
The day of our birthday should not be a day of celebration where we only think of eating, drinking or doing other useless and even futile things. It should be a day to meditate on what should have been done and what was not done in the past year, and what we could do to improve ourselves.
When I was young, I used to wonder a lot about what was being said about the people of darkness. I did not understand why they liked to cause harm to others by throwing evil thoughts at them. I made an effort to understand evil, but I could not always grasp certain things. I could not understand why a human being would do harm to another human being. I loved all human beings without exception.
