The secrets of my vault, by MoNic Beauregard, a disconcerting book!

The secrets of my vault is the title of the 3^e book of the Deep Ufology Collection – at Louise Courteau Inc. – directed by renowned Quebec writer Jean Casault. It will appear shortly and can already be ordered online or in bookstores. I read it twice rather than once to fully immerse myself in it. Some passages left me rather perplexed.

Preamble

Since my teenage years and until now, I have read a slew of books dealing with spiritualism, communication with spirits, survival of consciousness after death, reincarnation, near death experiences, etc., without however having never experienced anything myself, and without having acquired absolute certainty cast in concrete. For me, this new Quebec title is therefore a continuation, and it is with pleasure and interest that I add it to all the others that I have already devoured.

Container and content

A booklet which totals 153 pages, including 144 for the heart of the work. Once again, the cover stands out for its great sobriety. The central cover image could be of better quality. By the way, so far, with this 3^e opus, the covers of the collection seem to me too austere, not flashy enough. It’s not exactly the kind of cover that catches the eye in bookstores.

Nicole Monique, or MoNic as she likes to call herself, not being a writer by profession, her manuscript had to undergo the test of revision, correction, and improvement under the trained eye of Jean Casault. The result is a neat, airy layout, which offers an impeccable text which I have absolutely nothing to reproach: not the slightest error in spelling, grammar, punctuation or layout.

A writing not at all bombastic, which does not seek to impress but rather to tell without ambiguity. The tone is direct, familiar, and free from abstruse literary flights of fancy. In short, we do not twist our brains trying to understand.

Who is Monic?

Initially, a baby entrusted to the crèche from birth and adopted at the age of one year. She grew up on a farm, raised by a loving father and a cold, hostile mother. She had an unhappy adolescence marred by serious sexual abuse committed by people in her family circle. It was in this uncomfortable environment that she had her first paranormal experiences following a serious accident, which could have been fatal to her, and which earned her a providential intervention and ” out of this world “.

Event triggering his faculties

At the age of 18, she was charged by a bull, which sent her waltzing with her back against a large stone, 3 meters away. The 2^e night following this painful and incapacitating accident, she was abducted by extraterrestrials who, using long needles, made her undergo a painless operation, which rid her of her illness and cured her. This is how the paranormal burst into his life.

What she was, or still is, capable of

She explains it to us as follows: “Since the age of 12, I have lived with apparitions, premonitions, visions, leaving the body and unpleasant feelings, which make me see dead people and talk to them. »

Moreover, among other things, she can see the angel of death, read the minds of others, relieve evils by the laying on of hands, and the birds are her guardians, in that they act towards her, by their behavior, like messengers announcing a danger to come and therefore to be avoided. Nothing less!

Memory more than elephantine

I let her claim it as she tells us about her memories… of a baby… one year old and less: “Every day, I hear crying at the orphanage and I feel the pain of the other babies and their distress. I would like to be able to get up and take them in my arms, tell them that everything is fine, but, at the same time, this pain is mine and I want to be comforted too. ” Who says better?

Worthy parents, or unworthy parents?

On page 17, Monique admits that already, very small, she was afraid of everything: “I nevertheless lead a so-called “normal” life with normal parents and beautiful values, but I live in fear. (emphasis mine)

However, on page 26, she adds: “My mother continually belittles me, constantly reminding me that I’m here because her husband wanted me to be. Subsequently, there are repeated threats and humiliations. I’m not a psychologist or anything like that, but I think that repeating over and over again to an adopted child, ”We didn’t come looking for you for nothing, so work. So you’re good for nothing, if it wasn’t for us, you’d be in misery today” ends up destroying many of the tissues of his heart and soul. »

On page 29, when Monique reveals to her mother that her grandfather fiddles with her, when she and her husband are away, and he is just an old pig: “Ouch! She slaps me and calls me a liar. »

And on page 47: “My father, my lifelong ally, surprises me with the harshness of his reaction: ‘We give everything to that, and that’s how it thanks us.’ which annihilates me, and I cry as I go up to my room. »

Normal parents and beautiful values »! Really?

Victim of bad luck

One night, awakened by the phone around 2 a.m., she felt crushed by a paralyzing force. Outside, there is a dazzling, all-encompassing orange glow. She struggles to the phone and her numb mouth prevents her from speaking clearly. On the phone, her husband asks her to meet him at the airport the next day. She hangs up, goes back to bed and her unease eventually dissipates.

Nine years later she will learn, from the mouth of a fortune teller, looking like a witch, that that night a spell was cast on her by black magic, and that the orange light was a deployed protection ” by three guides present to counter the spell. »

In order to find out who had cast a spell on her, and to get rid of it, the “witch” taught her the following ritual: “It requires a white handkerchief, a piece of bread and salt. You have to tie the handkerchief securely with the bread and salt inside, and then put the whole thing under your pillow on Friday evening when you go to bed. On waking up on Saturday morning, you have to hide everything in the back of a cupboard and ignore it entirely for a week. This ritual must be repeated the following Friday or until the answer arrives. »

I leave it to the reader to assess for himself the credibility of such a ritual and the appropriateness of adhering to it.

She knows how to make and use a “medicine wheel”

A medicine wheel is made with thirty-two or thirty-six stones divided into four parts. These stones are of different sizes, symbolize different things and must be arranged in a certain way. “I use it in many ways to give healing from a distance and perform many rituals. ” she says. It can also be liberating for people standing inside. This wheel must be activated by a ritual, and it can be used to free souls trapped on the earth plane.

Once again, I refer the reader to his own judgment, his feelings, and his personal experience.

Conclusion

It is a very dense book that delivers a biography full of twists and turns. I’ve deliberately glossed over many fascinating details to shorten this already substantial review, and not inflict too many spoilers on you (spoilers).

This book, like the previous ones, and like all those that will follow in the collection, must be read with an open mind and an alert critical sense. And Jean Casault would probably add: see if these experiences speak to you and resonate with you or not, and draw your own conclusions from there.

So, readers… On your marks! Ready! Go! Get you this other surprising, and somewhat confusing, 3^e title of a long series to come.

Nicole MoNic Beauregard and Jean Casault are present and active on Facebook. John also has his website which he invites you to frequent regularly.