M. Mischa Harmeijer’s journal

This morning, Abbeville.
Two weeks on the road. A hall almost every evening. And this morning, at last, a little calm in my schedule.
I took this time to read you. Your letters. Your messages. Your comments under the articles and the announcements.
I am touched. What you write to me is enormous. And I repeat myself, but I must say it again: I am not responsible for it. I share, that is all. What comes does not come from me. It is not I who decides.
I must also say something else, and I say it plainly. What I share provokes. In some, joy; in others, tears. And in some, anger, irritation. That is normal. That too must be provoked. I do not seek to be loved by you. I am not doing business. I wear myself out for you, because that is my role. So I take it all: your hatred and your injustice, as well as your love, your harmony and your gratitude. Both prove the same thing to me — that something has touched you.
Reading you, I saw something else as well. Many wonder what really happens in a Public Session. That is normal. The word medium calls up images — someone who walks through a hall and brings you messages. This word carries a hundred years of images, and almost all of them are false.
Our ancestors knew something else. Something simpler, and greater.
In my sessions, nothing is sought. I do not seek the dead. I do not seek messages. I enter my state, I ask, and what must come manifests itself — in you, not on a stage. That is my role: to speak to you, in this state, the words you no longer expected.
And sometimes more happens. Enormous manifestations. Changes in the body, that very evening. I must be honest on this point: I do nothing. I do not perform miracles. For all those who want healing, I ask — my source, which is also yours. And sometimes something comes. Sometimes not. It is not I who decides.
And then I do something that few understand before they have lived it: I teach you to do it yourselves. At the end of the evening, together, the whole hall, we do the ritual for contact with your departed. The contact is something you receive yourselves. Not something I bring back to you. Some receive it that very evening. Others later, at home. And the next day, you receive my guidance by email, to do it again at home, as many times as you wish.
We move forward together, as a collective. We shift together. Many leave changed — and I am not responsible for that either.
One request, to finish. If you came to a Public Session and noticed something — that evening, or in the days that followed — leave it on my site, in the Reflections from the sessions menu. What you noticed matters. It helps those who are still hesitating to understand what awaits them.
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