It was the morning of the first day of May, the day of my birthday, when anything could be requested! I was to turn 14. The weather was mildly warm with clear skies. I cheerfully got out of bed and felt a glow of anticipation at getting everything I wanted. After all, it was May 1, and it was my birthday. Everything could be bought for me, but I couldn’t ignore the possibility of not getting something I wanted.

On that May morning, different strategies came to my mind to ensure I got everything. I could pile on the guilt by crying and proclaiming how it was my birthday. I could do this so soulfully. I could pretend to suffer and shed tears until I drowned in them.

On the other hand, maybe I could behave well and ask for things politely, so I would be rewarded by having these things bought for me. Alternatively, I could sulk without saying anything, and maybe someone would understand what I wanted without me needing to express it.

In the case of not getting something I wanted, I could always boil with rage and act up. After all, my temper tantrum would be accepted as being normal for a healthy child of that age.

On that May morning, I decided to say what I wanted. Despite this not being fulfilled by my parents, it was supplied by my uncle in the form of seven wonderful books!

Yes, it was the morning of May 1 again. It was my birthday, and I could ask for anything I wanted. I was 17 years old and unlike my younger self. I was now aware that not everything could be bought, but many things could be. I had multiple options to achieve this, and I could opt for any one of them. I could, for example, behave so sweetly that people would want to give me whatever I wanted.  I also had the option of becoming angry. The anger of a 17 year old can be scary, but it can also trigger punishment.

I then considered using some communication methods I had learned at the time, without being noticed of course, so I might get things bought for me. Maybe I would get some money, so I could buy the things I wanted. There were so many possibilities.

I was not as lucky as on my 14th birthday, however, and many of the things I wanted never materialized.

May 1 came around again, but I wasn’t celebrating my birthday anymore. Instead, my loving friends celebrated my birthday by surprising me. I became excited. I had turned 23, and even though I had many ways to ask for things, my mind had never been so disinclined. I was not being indecisive. Quite the opposite, I was very decisive, but my demands had already declined despite my mastery of all the available methods.

I learned what my profession would be at 13 years old. This profession was given to me, and it’s what I do best.

After successfully healing someone who came to me with a headache, this person referred someone else to me who suffered from kidney stones. This person told me, “I don’t know what you do, but it’s really good at relieving kidney stones.” It seems that painkillers had been largely ineffective, with them usually wearing off in no time.

I then said to him, “Didn’t you get bored with building barriers to your body? From now on, just enjoy your life.” As he was about to leave, he told me, “I will send one of my relatives to you. He suffers from rashes. I don’t know what you do, but it works.”

When this relative came to me, he mentioned problems related to his marriage. Sometimes, getting people to drop their guard is the best approach, so I said, “You know, an ideal marriage is a contentious marriage. Happy couples quarrel frequently, while unhappy couples tiptoe around each other constantly. Scientific research backs this up.” This gave a new purpose to their quarrels, and they discovered new paths.

On May 1, the day of my 24th birthday, I had started to open a new window, a window to Kiron Consultancy. This inspiration came from the mythological character Kiron (Chiron). I don’t know what most motivated me to take this path, but I was now working with healers, clairvoyants, teachers, and therapists.

Children with families, as well as individual adults, were coming. There were children in adults and adults in children, and we mediated to facilitate healing and recovery.

The different ways the children asked for things from their families fascinated me more with each passing day. A boy who asked for everything remained very well behaved. His parents were doing everything he wanted. It seemed the boy had already got a good hold on his parents. As I listened, I blurted out in a very low voice, “Gee! Your son has developed a very good strategy.” It triggered some bemusement in his parents, but it was worth it to see their surprise. Maybe it was mean of me to spoil the boy’s game, but for him, this was the only way he was going to learn the reality of the word “no.

Another boy asked for something by having a hissy fit and vandalizing his surroundings. Saying I wasn’t upset about him breaking my antique hourglass would be a lie. This boy got some things he wanted but not others. He had developed a way of his own.

Another child tried to ensure his demands were met by proclaiming, “You always treat me bad and never buy me presents. You don’t love me!” Sometimes this worked, so he decided it was worth trying from time to time.

I then stared with great astonishment. I could not decide the proper way of asking, so I was considering all of them. I thought, “You know, there’s a very famous ‘secret.’ Once the game is ruined, it vanishes.”

I then saw how my way of getting what I wanted on my 14th birthday was now useless, but it had made things more intriguing at the time.