Retracing

The phone rings and I answer:

"Hello, Mrs. Demontis?" "It's me, who am I talking to?"

"I am Dr. M., did you have a mammogram in our center yesterday?"

"Yes"

"Can you come in? I have to talk to you ”.

“Can't you tell me on the phone? You know, I'm with the examination board for the high school ... "

"No ma'am, I have to speak to you"

"Ok, I ask for an hour to leave", "I'll wait".

The unusual phone call makes me a little anxious but I go to hear what the doctor has to say.

The verdict is hard to accept also because I had never had any symptoms.

I quickly carry out the required checks as per protocol and they put me in the calendar of urgent interventions, it is a particularly aggressive tumor.

After the surgery, daily radiotherapy and chemotherapy follow, which puts me to the test.

In 2016, in April, a person asked me if I wanted to go to Jerusalem, on pilgrimage, with a group called Manos Sin Fronteras.

I have always liked traveling and I decide to sign up but, as for the pilgrimage ... I am not a believer, I have not said a prayer for more than 40 years and I do not go to church except on special occasions and out of human respect, certainly not because of a wedding ring; that has dissolved in the pains that life has reserved for me.

Being a tourist and attending group events appeals strongly to me.

In Jerusalem I decide to do the 1st, 2nd, 3rd level courses of Neural Stimulation and at the end of the 3rd level La Jardinera, founder of the group, sends me a message through a teacher and also sends me a gift with the appropriate instructions.

That year there were many people from all over the world and I certainly did not expect her to know about my presence and my health conditions.

The journey continues and I listen to her messages which are always very interesting and I almost always agree, in one case I do not.

As part of the course there is a day of baptism in the Jordan river and I watch with amusing parade of those who go to receive baptism from La Jardinera; I won't go, I think; then, almost at the end, I get in line too, what do I lose? I am curious to see if I feel anything different.

I feel the water flowing from her hands on my head and shoulders, I am dressed in white, like the others, but when I get out of the water I am no longer the same as before.

That baptism was the beginning of a new life, the cyclopean walls that I had built to defend myself from the pain that periodically attacked me fell; I'm talking about moral and spiritual pain, not physical pain.

I learned to meditate with the app. which makes meditating easier and quickly becomes a daily requirement in my life along with neural stimulation.

The treatment to rebalance the nervous system gives me the strength and energy to keep going even with drug therapies and to endure the heavy side effects.

Attending the other courses opens up a vision of life that I sensed but of which I was not aware. I look forward to Jardinera's messages, I read and reread them and I find myself in most of her teachings, of which I share the moral, educational aspect, the love for nature in all its manifestations, the love for young people in general (this aspect I think is the teacher who is still in me).

Many other things I share and I have a lot to learn …

The certainty that Jardy played a fundamental role in my recovery from the tumor has matured in me and for this I am grateful but, above all, I am grateful to her for having gently changed a life that was dying out in sadness and for having taught me to hope again.

I try to put into practice her message from June 22, 2020: Acceptance, obedience and love! I have to work a lot on acceptance, it's not easy for me and I still rebel in the face of injustices and problems, especially those that concern my children.

I have a great desire: to become servidora of Servidora.