Soulresponding in daily life
Soulresponding is the courage to let yourself be guided and not to know better. The confidence and trust that I am connected in each moment and in every place with the great self, that knows what is next, while I only know what I have been always been doing, or what is supposed to be done in such a situation. The confidence that I can always ask in every possible situation and that all and everything what I am shown by the guidance, all that it leads me to, will serve me to make me whole. And all means all − in all situations.
Christhard Baller knows many stories to tell concerning this experience. For example:
»I was in Kiel ( North-Germany) looking for a place to live. I felt that I would like to live adjacent
to a park in the city. I asked my finger and got the confirmation that this was the place to look for.
Only − how do I find an affordable place in this exclusive area of the Centre of Town? I asked again and
got the confirmation that this place exists. My finger leads me to a small add in the local newspaper.
Is that possible? The number of the real estate agency is indicated. I have never worked with estate
agents − but the Guidance persists.
I call the estate agent:
›do you have a place to rent at the desired park?‹
›No, there is nothing to be rented at the park, but I could show you something...‹
›But I heard that − ah − that you had a place right there!‹
›No, that must be an incorrect information!‹
›Are you sure...?‹
›Eh, listen...what is this‹
We discuss things for a while, until we find out that in the adjacent quarter (less exclusive) some
economical apartments are free.
›But this is not adjacent to the park!‹
›Yes, but where then? ‹
›behind a perpendicular road!‹ My finger is persistent: ›That's it!‹ We go
there and find out that there is only one row of houses between the park and the found apartment. I get an
extremely economical apartment and during the time I am living there and working close to it, my daily
walk to my work takes me through the entire park. My soul can breathe at its most favourite place twice
a day going to work.«
When I observed Christhard for the first time cooking a dinner, I got more convinced of the reality of
Soulresponding than anything else. And that's how it happened with Christhard:
he is standing in the kitchen
with his telephone headset deeply breathing in the kitchen and is doing a SOUL RESPONDING session on the
phone. This is his main activity. And besides the work he is checking if the oven is ready now. He switches
on the oven passing by, and cuts up the onions. He takes the dinner into his hand − the finger is
turning − not yet to be entered into the oven. He puts the dinner to the side. Looks around searching
for something. He stands still from time to time as the first priority is the Soulresponding session. Then
he passes by the fridge to choose a most unusual selection of vegetables − which turns out to be
amazingly tasty − as we find out later. While he is cutting up the vegetables he takes his client to
the insight, where his life-lie of his story is hidden. Now attention to the plate? He finger says YES.
How many spices? The finger answers: »6« .Again he hesitates. The client on the phone is doing
hard work. Now he passes by the spice-tray and with his finger turning left and right, selects with his
finger the six ingredients to be added. With one spice he shakes his head: this spice? He breathes deeply.
The finger moves, saying:YES this is the one. He shakes/ his shoulders. He continues to guide his client
through the most decisive phase of the session, while he adds spices to the meat and decorates the meat-dish
with various vegetables around it. He shoves the meat-dish into the oven. The telephone session comes to an
end. Breathing deeply/liberated he pulls off the headset...
»Could you do the potatoes − I am expecting another call!« − and here the telephone
rings again. He enters the winter-garden-area. When he comes back after some time still phoning or again
talking to another client, enters the kitchen, he stops in front of the stove. The finger checks the cooking
procedure, he nods his head. The meat-dish is ready to be eaten − and the meat is just right as it
should be: tender and juicy and just right and particularly well spiced. I ask him why he shook his head
while he was spicing the meat. »You know with such strange indications for spicing by the guidance,
you have to check if your presence is still right (there) and if your grounding is still there − when
you still get the same answer, then that is the message!« »And how did you know that the meat
was ready? Did you take the kitchen alarm clock with you?« »No, I just checked with my finger
from time to time and found out to what degree the meat is done − without having to check constantly
the meat through the glass door«
You don't have to cook this way. But it is fun and I tell you: no salad dressing tastes the same...
Here another amazing experience:
It was the trip that brought us together as a team in wanting to work and live together. We were still
living at the time in a larger community of people. We decided do invest into ourselves by signing up for
a seminar on the Logo di Orta. In order to give it a feeling of vacations, we decided to travel in
Christhard's mobile home. In the late afternoon, we passed the Lago Maggiore. »If we could find
here a place to camp for he night, somewhere undisturbed with a view on the lake!« - we sighted this
thought, while we were moving on in a snail of thousands of cars on the side of the lake that is completely
built up with apartment blocks, with breathtaking wonderful views and not even a parking place with the
possibility to stop for a minute. Christhard starts using his finger: »the place that we are looking
for exists!« Sceptical looks from us three. »Let's look for it together. After 3,5km
there must be a
turn!« There was a tiny road that led away from the lake. We drove through an industrial area.
Then we passed through a forest for some kilometres. There was nothing to be seen from the lake.
We drove on forever. There were some joking comments to be heard from the backseats, as the ladies
started giggling. Suddenly Christhard slams the brakes and says: »Up here we have to go!« and
turns into a little side road that has no signs and is so narrow that it's just enough for the mobile-home
to pass through: there are very tight turns and up the hill, left and right there are houses and sometimes
we have to back up to get around the bend. Suddenly there is complete silence in the mobile home and I find
myself thinking:
»now he has lost it completely!If we cannot continue on this narrow road and have to go back in
reverse gear...!« the houses seem to be getting richer and richer and from time to time we get a
glimpse of the lake. We pass another two extremely tight turns and find ourselves on the parking place
for the night that we were desiring to find, close to a nature reserve.
Christhard's finger indicates what to do. »It has to be here!« As we get out of the car,
we discover that we are just in front of the last row of houses. In front of us a decent space with old
trees, nicely arranged with a stone table and benches in the middle. There are toilettes, a wash basin
and a fountain with drinking water. Opposite we discover a cosy place with huge rocks under the trees.
This is where we want to go. Nobody there on the parking place or in the area at all. We all stand
completely transformed: below us the Lago Maggiore in the setting evening sun. Only very slowly we find
back our words. »Well this is guidance pour!« Christhard remarks smilingly »and lets
have a pick-nick now!«
On the way back from the seminar, we decided to leave the community we were part of, and to move in
together and start our own Centre somewhere. We started looking for it and that's how we discovered our
home on the island of Usedom. But this is another story
A final story that Christhard experienced in Peru:
»One day, a man on two crutches enters my clinical practice. He has a diagnosed disc-hernia in his
spine and is supposed to go to Cuba to get an operation there as the most well known specialist is living
there. He has heard about me and wants my opinion. The issue is tricky and thorny: there were some highly
influential people living in that area, who were watching me in my work with unfriendly eyes and were just
waiting for me to commit a medical error. I would have loved to send him away without checking him at all.
I realize that fear − and not me − is in my drivers seat. I question the guidance. »No
− don't send him away!« should I really treat him? Yes! How? In five sessions! But how? I keep
asking the guidance and end up finding a Suisse neuraltherapy (according to Brügger). Never before have I
ever asked the Guidance millimetre by millimetre what to do and where to put the needles exactly −
even asking for the depth of the injection and the dosage − the more I trusted the Guidance without
limits, the more I felt secure and sure of what I was doing. For the second session, the patient came
only with one crutch − for the last one he came without crutches and without any pains. He had
been led out of his illness − I had been led out of my fear!«
