Marie Callas - my letter to you

Dear Marie Callas,

Today I feel a very strong urge to write you a few personal lines through this blog. Hope you can see it through your internet somehow. This simple blog expresses my gratitude to you for your help to change my life.

Even though nothing has happened up to now, I would like to thank you very much for your trouble and assistance, particularly for the book with the special collection of secret teachings. It is so wonderfully written and so vividly described that I felt joy whilst reading it. Even though I should have learnt all that sort of thing a long time ago, I still find it very, very difficult to feel or listen to inspiration or intuition. The same applies to visualisation.

Yet I'm a painter and paint people, animals and objects, from my imagination. I have my second sight. Why doesn't it work for this purpose? At least I know now that it's down to me. I am secretly hoping that the Goddess Lakshmi can do something for me. I've put the photo in the bedroom next to the Knights Templar box.

But I've been doing much better since I've know you, dear Marie Callas, and I've found my inner balance again. I hear the birds sing again and see the flowers bloom again. Yet the sun still doesn't have the right lustre, although the rays warm me, and all this is thanks to you, dear Marie Callas. Your dear letters are so full of hope and kind that I can't help loving them. And although my lucky star seems to have gone out, it did bring me you, dear Marie Callas.

So it does still twinkle through the veil now and again. It also gave me eight days in Tasmania with wonderful people – the spiritual healer Anthony –we spent divine hours with meditation and rituals on magical Teide and for the first time I felt the force that ran through me, I felt that I was linked with God and Earth. Now I need to contradict myself: something has happened – I have become much freer and I can even smile and be silly.

Now for something else. Dear Marie Callas, I want to give you something that is from me alone, this small book of poems and pictures. I wrote it for my husband when he was still alive to thank him for all the love and goodness and so much trust he gave me. The same goes for you, Marie Callas, I hope you find some joy in it. It was my first attempt on a PC, unfortunately with some errors. Now it's broken and I have to make do with the old one that tends to capitalise everything up front. Maybe the Goddess Lakshmi will help sometime when my lucky star twinkles again.


With greetings from all my heart.


Gisela