A Predestined Encounter

It was 2019. Everything in me had already begun to shift. I was attending an English class, just to fill my unemployed days and prepare myself for new paths. That’s where I met her. She stayed only two weeks, but it took just a few minutes to realize this wasn’t an ordinary encounter.

From the very first conversation, everything flowed effortlessly. We spoke about God, the spiritual world — things you don’t usually share with strangers. This connection was anything but superficial — it was a soul-to-soul reconnection.

At the time, we were both looking for work. Shortly after, she was hired at a shop. Knowing they were looking for a part-time warehouse assistant, she recommended me. I was called in, sent my CV… and got the job. But instead of working in the warehouse, they placed me directly in sales. A small detail, maybe — but it already showed that nothing about this path was ordinary. I ended up finishing the year as top seller.

I started in November 2019 and stayed until September 2020, when the pandemic led to my contract being reduced from 50% to 25%. I refused. I chose to leave and took a job in health safety, where I could contribute more — and return to full-time work.

From the very beginning, I never hid the powerful spiritual experience I had in 2019. It was a mission for me. I spoke about it whenever I could, and she was one of the first to listen. She often said she admired my honesty, my living faith, and the way I never judged anyone — even when I confronted certain truths. She saw it especially in how I handled our manager, and said it inspired her.

Our professional paths diverged, but we stayed in touch. And as time went on, I kept asking myself: why had I received that revelation in 2019? Why had I fallen ill? And why was my message so different from the ones I had read or heard?

The answer came clearly: where others spoke of a future collapse, my revelation said the collapse had already begun. Everything took on a different meaning.

Christmas 2024 was a turning point. Something lit up inside me. I realized that if I didn’t speak, if I didn’t write, if I didn’t share this truth, I would be complicit in the chaos to come. Even my body was sending warning signs: strange pains, unexplained discomfort… But ever since I said yes to this mission, all of that vanished. Even a sun allergy I had since 2012 disappeared. I feel healed by the truth I now share.

That’s when the idea of a new association was born — a structure devoted to light, goodness, and truth. I invited four people to dinner at a pizzeria in Geneva, sincerely hoping to gather them around this vision. But when I named Jesus as the spiritual master guiding this project, three of them reacted with discomfort. They suggested I replace His name with “Light,” “Source,” “Divinity”… anything but “Jesus.”

I replied simply: without Jesus, I cannot move forward.

One of the people present tried to put me down, asking the person I trusted most if I really had played a fundamental role in their transformation. But the one I trusted most and helped — the one I had shared the most with — denied me.

She claimed, in front of everyone, that her transformation had nothing to do with me, but with someone she followed on YouTube. In one sentence, she erased everything she had written, said, expressed to me — including the birthday letter she had given me just weeks before.

It was a betrayal. Not so much for what she said, but because she chose to erase the truth to protect herself from others’ opinions.

So I made a decision: there would be no association. Because I was alone.

But as soon as I got home, she sent me messages. She apologized. Said she had spoken without thinking, under pressure. That yes, everything she had become was deeply connected to our history, our conversations, my presence.

So we continued. Together, we created the Association Illuminare. But it was never made official — no registration, no bank account. Why? Because the signs were clear: something was off.

The final blow came soon after, during an ordinary conversation. She advised me to cut ties with people who weren’t really there for me. Those who claimed to love me but never truly supported me. She said:

“Close the door.”

The next day, I needed a small favor from her. As always when it concerned me, her response was vague: lots to do, maybe, not sure… I sensed that she would do it — but never with joy, never with heart.

So I thought. And I acted as life teaches us to act:

By the measure you use to judge or advise others, so shall it be used for you.

I took her advice. And I closed the door to her.

The betrayal didn’t take long. She deleted the only page she had created — the Association Illuminare page on LinkedIn. No warning. No explanation.

I’m writing this here to clarify one thing: I was not the one who deleted the page or the texts it contained. Let that be said clearly. Because life always gives back what we sow — especially when we give advice we’re not willing to apply to ourselves.

And I add this: I had warned her. I had shared what I was feeling and the dangers of judging others without first examining ourselves.

I closed the door… because she herself told me I had to do that with those around me.

I simply followed her own advice —
applied to the one who gave it.