Nothing Is As It Seems (Part 2 of 3) Aug. 27, 2013, France

So it is like that. Nothing is as it seems. Nothing is like people think or imagine or want to blow it around, make it big deal. It’s a very cheap place. I rented the cheapest possible over there. It’s just for working. But I really like Monaco also, and I like that hotel very much. If I stay short, then I stay in a room. If just a few days, then I stay in a room. But if I stay long for working, might as well rent the studio, an apartment is easier. You can cook and all that, if you want to. So easy. I like that hotel very much because they make people feel very welcomed. I don’t know if anybody else, but they made me feel very welcomed. So at Christmas, if I’m there, I’ll give them some little chocolate boxes for every of the hotel employees, about 500 of them. (Wow.) If I stay there. And sometimes I don’t stay, but I’m in the near, or if the room is still in my name because I just rent it, but I don’t stay for working, for that time, then I also send a little bit of something. But it’s only one or two times, or three times. Not a lot because I don’t always stay there. They’re always very happy to see me. The valet parker and all that. Because I’m very friendly and respectful to them because I understand their job. They stand in the freezing cold outside, just to wait for customers to come to park their car, or to welcome them and take the baggage. So I bought them a little heater for Christmas. Because it’s just a little booth, up to here, a little booth like that. About this tall. So they can see the customer. But it’s not to stop the wind. But even then, if you plug a heater in there, it would also warm up somehow. Because some of them worked there for thirty years or more. They became older already. I give them tips and all that. Even if I don’t have a car to park, when I come in, they open the door, smile and all that, and I always give them some tips. And we always make jokes together. A lot of stuff, like, there’s one guy who was bald. I said, “Hey! The Buddha is coming!” He shaved his head. He’s a kind of a valet parker. So he stood at the gate all the time. So he shaved the hair. And he’s the one who could see my aura. (Wow!) Yes. He told me afterward. But he saw only one color. He saw only white. So I said, “Wow, this is nothing. You can see it on everybody.” He said, “No! Every few thousand people, I can see maybe one. But not as good as You! Not as good as Yours.” I said, “Okay. You just want to make me feel good.” So, he knelt in front of me. He said, “No, don’t make me tell more.” He was very, very cute. That guy, for example.