My profession, I inherited a gift from my maternal grandmother, a healing medium in her mountains of great Kabylie. She had a very particular way of seeing the future, she healed through magnetism and plants.

I inherited a gift from my maternal grandmother, who was a psychic and healer in her mountain home of Grande Kabylie, in Algeria. She had her own special way of seeing the future, she would heal through magnetizing and herbal remedies.

I come from a different era, I live in the 3rd millennia and on a different continent. I use other tools, and have developed this gift in accordance with who I am.

Development of a gift: the secret of youth.

Being a seer is an art form, involving occult forces that should be handled with care, finesse and precision. The golden rules: generosity, compassion and confidentiality.

Woe betide the uninitiated who try to play at Sorcerer’s apprentice. I’m told that I’m a muse, a fairy, a witch, and apparently I can even cast spells.

I once tried to see if it really worked?! Crazy magic. I targeted greedy, stupid, ignorant vampires, cock suckers, thieves of words, thoughts, ideas and dreams.

Conclusion: it’s not my thing. My energy and gifts are too precious to turn towards the dark world of shadows. My life is sunshine, colours, rainbows; that’s my joy.

The seas will liberate the earth from an umbilical cord tying it to the past. Earth is like a woman giving birth; the waters break, she pushes, then comes the cry of release, the birth of emotions.

Everything is in movement, a new cycle, the rebirth of a new universal and spiritual conscience. Discoveries burst forth from the depths of the earth, the seas, the universe, the cosmos. Raw materials for evolution... Big boom, a revolution for knowledge, understanding, a door opens, a new direction... to help humankind progress. Humans are suffering from dying inside, making holes in their souls. They are taken over by ignorance, like a ‘virus’, engulfed in shadows, their neurones turn to stone, deprived of oxygen, the soul grows old, ‘ugliness’.

Ignorance makes humankind a submissive creature, deprived of its freedom, its independence.

My definition, my feeling about ignorance: cloaks of mist laden with acidity and bitterness which hide the light, any warmth has gone.

Refusing knowledge is like opening the doors to hell.

It’s all well and good to live in comfort (like having a gold card), but you can’t be happy without inner comfort.