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Pierre PradervandWelcome, dear friend, to a practice which since time immemorial has been uplifting people of all races, beliefs, occupation, age … a non denominational practice which even agnostics can practice. However, there are many ways of practicing it and the one described here is the result of a very powerful spiritual experience I underwent many years ago.

At the time (1986) I was working in the humanitarian field for a group of Swiss NGOs active in the field of international development. My job was to formulate educational programs on Third World issues for the school system. I loved my job and was very committed to it – I even had a camp bed in the office so as to rest when I missed the last train home ! At one moment I very much wanted to create a roving exhibition on hunger for schools to sensitize school children to one of the main world challenges. As there was no money in the budget for the project, I invested a very large chunk of my personal economies into the project. This had never ever happened in the history of these organizations. It was a frank success, toured many schools and was even written up in the press.

Healing testimonies

This section constitutes the heart of the site, because it shows that blessing changes lives, sometimes very deeply, including in immensely challenging situations.

Anyone having had a meaningful experience with blessing is invited to share it with visitors to this website. Kindly do not write more than 2/3 of a page, unless the testimony is quite exceptional. The editors may occasionally  edit a text for clarity or length. Please sign at least with your first name and the city, place or country where you live.

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Blessing messages read by Pierre Pradervand

Beyond Words, the publisher of my book The Gentle Art of Blessing, and I have embarked on a new adventure: audio blessings, read by me, which will be available to you at any time on your computer.

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Harmonies of Silence, Simplicity

As I sit in front of Singing Silence, the little chalet of which I am a steward, I think back upon years that have overflowed in bountiful blessings. When the first snow of the autumn came I was the last one in this little hamlet, perched 7,000 feet in the Swiss Alps. My neighbor, Mr. Crettaz, left that morning with his cows, their bells tinkling joyfully. In the terminology of the melodious, rich dialect of the valley, I ''close'' the hamlet for the winter; as the last one to leave, I cast a parting blessing on this place of utter splendor and infinite simplicity.

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Letter to a friend in a hurry

I hold you gently in the quiet of my thought. The stillness tells me clearly that this crisis in your life, which most call a breakdown, is a listening time.

As you told me when we visited a few weeks ago, the pace of your life had become utterly hectic. You've become a great success -- from the world's point of view. The world had crowned you, and its praises were like sweet promises that you'd one day own that realm. Then you suddenly woke up one morning to find you had lost the keys to your own inner kingdom.

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