The little monk didn’t have to wait long to find out. You see, something quite remarkable and mystical was happening since she had begun doing Sadhana seriously. She found that secrets and untruths couldn’t be hidden from her anymore. One of the fruits of her nearly decade-long practice of Sadhana was that things that had been buried for years, decades even, came bubbling to the surface, and all within the space of a few months.
For example:
- Because her younger son, estranged for fourteen years, reunited with her, she finally found out what her ex-husband and ex-father-in-law had said and done to deceive her children and alienate her from them.
- She discovered by way of chance while on a quest to retrieve legal documents for her son that her ex-husband and ex-father-in-law had attained the divorce fraudulently.
- She realised that, at the time of her divorce, her father had dismissed any right she had to benefit from the business owned by him and her ex-husband. Although his daughter was getting divorced, was homeless, on benefits, or working minimum wage jobs and was living hand to mouth, he made his son, who lived at home with him a director of the company.
- She got the validation she needed that her broken memories of the paedophile and what he had done to her were true (she’ll write soon about how that was shown to her).
- She also found that the intentions of anyone crossing her path now were laid bare. If someone was trying to dupe her for their benefit, Providence swiftly brought it to light. They could not hide their deception for long.
The little monk knew beyond a shadow of a doubt everything she needed to heal was being revealed to her. That the Divine Mother and her guru were protecting her, making sure she couldn’t be taken advantage of anymore.
And so, the truth about what had happened to her nest egg came tumbling out too, and in the most unexpected way.
Would you believe, it was the little monk’s very own brother who told her – straight out.
You see, the little monk’s brother was one of the kindest, sweetest people in the world when he wasn’t being plagued by the voices and paranoia in his head.
He was always helping people, especially strangers and the homeless. He naturally made people smile at ease when he was out of the house, out shopping or at a restaurant for example. He donated money to temples and charities. He always wanted to see others do well and them to be happy.
When the little monk was visiting the family and her brother had rare moments of lucidity around her, he would hug her and apologise that he hadn’t been a good brother to her because he had been dealing with his own issues. He’d say how sorry he was that he hadn’t been there for her when her marriage broke down and how sad he felt that she’d been homeless and had always been moving from place to place, even living in a homeless refuge in London for a while. She was surprised that he knew she had moved exactly seventeen times in ten years. Wow, the little monk thought. He’s been aware of this all along but never talked to me about it before.
In front of their parents, he also told her how amazing he thought she was, and he told her son, whom she had recently reunited with, that if he were to follow anyone in his life, he should follow his mother. He told him he had faith in Om Swami and Om Swami would show them the right way.
Moments like this brought tears to the little monk’s eyes. They were bittersweet though. She had learned not to be attached to these beautiful times, as she knew, in no time at all, the curtains would come down again and her brother would go back to thinking she was evil and call her hurtful names again.
The truth finally comes out
One day, while the little monk was visiting her father at home, her brother was experiencing a window of clarity. He unexpectedly got out of bed, came downstairs and joined them in conversation. He looked like he had been doing a lot of thinking. The little monk was worried she would need to leave before he had an episode and turned on her.
But, astonishingly, he said to her, “Hey, little monk, as our father is very unwell, we are putting all our legal and financial affairs in order. We put £££ of your money into the business, and we used £££ of your money for the downpayment on the new warehouse. We owe you £££.”
The little monk blinked her eyes in disbelief.
Her brother had just innocently confessed to her that they had taken her ENTIRE nest egg. Shell, white and yolk, the lot.
She turned to her father while her brother was still talking and asked him quietly, “Is this true? Did you take ALL of my money and lie to me about it?”
The father hung his head and nodded.
The little monk’s brother carried on doing the calculations in his head. He said he wanted to ensure all the money was returned to her. Unfortunately, going over and over the calculations made him stressed, and then, just as she had feared, all of a sudden, the little monk’s brother’s brain switched. It turned poorly again (which happened often when he was doing calculations) and he began to shout at her and tell her that she was the cause of his illness and all his problems and that she was evil. He chased the little monk out of the house and shouted in the street all the things he felt about the little monk in that moment.
The little monk went back to the room she was renting in a house nearby and yet again had to process the truth that for years, her family had been stealing from her and lying to her about it. She’d come from the sacred place in the Himalayas, all the way to London to care for her dying father and support her mother who couldn’t cope. And as she couldn’t stay with her mummy and daddy at her family home, because her brother could turn on her any moment, she had to find somewhere nearby to live. She had to sign on for benefits and sell her wedding jewellery just to stay afloat. All the while her brother stayed in bed in his parents’ home and refused to help around the house or help his father even bathe and dress.
Soon, the little monk’s father had to move into a care home. Her mother simply couldn’t cope by herself. And the little monk could only do so much from afar. She could drive her father to and from his hospital appointments and in the beginning she could come to the house early in the mornings before her brother woke up to help cook and clean, but soon enough that wasn’t possible as her brother’s reaction to her being there became increasingly aggressive.
The little monk’s father had been told by the doctors he didn’t have long to live and so, one day, while she was with him at the care home, he explained the details of what had happened to her money. Perhaps he felt compelled to confess.
He told her that the house she had grown up in had been gifted to her brother – completely mortgage-free – and her brother had refinanced it to pay off a huge sum of £££’s of gambling debt. That house was being rented out and her brother was receiving the surplus income.
Her brother had set up a company that he and the angel owned two-thirds of; his parents owned one-third. They hadn’t included the little monk’s name in the company at all. They bought the warehouse with the little monk’s money and put it on rent. The brother was taking a full salary from the profits, while his parents survived on their father’s pension and a small amount of dividends.
Their mother had no idea what was happening. She signed papers when told to and didn’t ask any questions. She trusted her husband, son and the angel. She had no idea how much money was coming in.
Although there was plenty, she was always given the impression money was tight, because there were never any savings in her account.
And so, although she was already taking care of the big house, cooking, cleaning, and caring for her sick husband and son, she began dog sitting too so that she could have a little money of her own. Even then, that money went into groceries for the house, and she would send her daughter, the little monk, some money to help pay her way at the sacred place in the Himalayas.
And so it was, for almost a decade, the little monk’s brother and his angel wife didn’t have a financial care in the world … until Providence held up its divine mirror and forced everyone to take a hard look at themselves.
And one would think that now everything was out in the open, the stealing and secrets would stop. The little monk and her mother thought so. But they learned, sadly, that there was still much left to be revealed.
They saw that when mental health goes unchecked and someone gets bitten by the bug of self-entitlement, it’s very hard to stop and see the light.
To be continued…