In early spring I bought my 2 year old a pair of gold loafers from Gap. They were the cutest shoes on her and she seemed to think they were "cool" as well... She wore them every chance she got and they were definitely worth the $35 price tag... Other Moms out there know that little toddler feet grow very fast and that $35 for a pair of shoes that she might not wear long is a lot. Anyway, she wore the gold shoes several times and one evening in late April I ran out to the car to get the shoes (she had slipped them off on the car ride home and I had forgotten to grab them), I was very upset to realize that there was only one shoe in the car! Had it fallen out somewhere? Had it been thrown away when the boy had cleaned out the trash from the our road trip from my car? I went inside and told my husband that I was going to dig through the trash bags for the shoe only to find out that he had already made a trip to the dump. I was so upset and so was she! For several weeks I kept an eye out for the missing shoe... I was so upset! $35 and our favorite little shoes were gone just like that!
After a few weeks of mourning the lost shoe I decided that I just had to order more. They went with everything, were so cute, and we just couldn't do without them! I ordered them and they seemed to take FOREVER to get here. I waited for the UPS truck daily, hoping that the little gilded loafers could once again complete her outfits. The shoes finally came yesterday and I was so excited! I showed her and she literally let out a squeal of delight! Our lives were again complete... ha!
Today after sleeping in and spending a leisurely morning with the family, I ran out to pick up lunch. As we gathered around the long farm house table in our dining room, my 9 year old son excitedly announced that he had found the missing gold shoe. I laughed and explained that I had purchased another pair, but thanked him for not forgetting to keep an eye out for it... He was convinced that he had really found it, and I just played along because it was utterly impossible that the shoe would turn up after this long. I told him to show me the shoe, assuming that I could just say "See I told you!" He ran into the living room and emerged holding the missing left shoe and then ran into the mudroom to gather the other three golden shoes. I couldn't believe it! I had searched high and low for that shoe before ordering more! It had been thrown away, this couldn't be! I shook my head as I looked at $70 worth of shoes. Two identical pairs... How had this happened?
Often times when I'm cooking, fixing my hair, folding laundry, or doing anything that doesn't require a ton of thought I will listen to Abraham-Hicks, Channeling Erik/Jamie Butler & Dr. Medhus, or Kryon on YouTube. I was fixing my hair a little while ago, listening to the thunderstorm outside of my window, and enjoying some Abraham, and as I listened to Esther's voice talk about resistance and it just clicked! Think about it this way-- when the shoe was lost I was really upset about it. It probably sounds silly, but I was quite tormented over the fact that shoe had disappeared. I rarely pay that much for shoes and the one time that I did we lost it! I had never lost a shoe before... Why did it have to be one of our favorite pairs that went missing? All of these thoughts are forms of RESISTANCE. I was holding myself apart from finding the shoe! For four weeks I "kept an eye out" for that missing shoe and stayed upset with myself over it. The very next day after the new pair came it finally turned up. That is not a coincidence! It took me releasing the resistance over losing it and not having it for it to finally be available for us to find. I can't tell you how many times I've dug through that toy bucket with my two year old, the exact place that it turned up!
What kinds of things are you holding yourself apart from? Losing weight? Earning tons of money? Finding a significant other? That other cute shoe??? No matter what it is, think about it in terms of my little shoe ordeal to understand it. I held resistance over the fact that I had lost it and over the fact that I had paid so much for, and it wasn't until I let go of that resistance (by getting another pair and finally releasing those feelings) that I was able to come attract that other shoe into my life.
Call me crazy, but this really put a lot of stuff into perspective for me! Had I been able to just release resistance that I didn't even realize I had about the shoe, I would've found it a long time ago... I would've saved myself $35 (in stay at home mom standards that is a fifth of my weekly grocery budget!), and I wouldn't have basically blocked myself from finding the lost shoe. I wonder how many other "good things" I am holding myself apart from? It really makes me want to release some major resistance!
Sunday, May 25, 2014
Thursday, May 15, 2014
Bedtime Hypnosis Script
I remember lying in bed with the boys when they were toddlers and telling them bedtime stories. We were on a weird schedule because at the time my husband worked second shift and I was a stay-at-home mama. They would sleep late and go to bed even later, I was young and carefree and didn't really know much about schedules and I was just playing life by ear. I remember some nights, when I couldn't get them to sleep, I would be so tired that I could barely make it through a bedtime story. Sometimes, just to make it easy on myself, I would say that the main character of the story came across a tree and decided to count the leaves. I could count without putting much thought into it, and it seemed to put them to sleep because it was too boring.
Recently while telling my little two year old daughter a story I remembered those nights with the boys-- counting stars and leaves and everything but sheep. I thought about how hypnosis uses backwards counting and wondered if I could utilize my hypnotism on getting her to sleep faster... Hypnosis is completely safe and the end result is relaxation, or in her case sleep. Since this has worked every night for a week, I decided to see if other people had luck with it too!
You can change up the story, but just use the script as a guide for how to count down and little "hypnotic" phrases to use... Enjoy!
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Once upon a time there was a girl named Mary. Mary took care of sheep in a big field and it was her job to count them every night before bed. She knew how important this job was because she didn't want any of her beloved sheep to wander off and get lost! One night Mary was so tired that she could hardly keep her eyes open when she remembered that she needed to count her sheep. She \had a long day and her tummy was full from a tasty dinner, and she knew that as soon as she finished counting that she could fall asleep for the night... The sky was filled with stars and the grass was soft beneath her as she settled in to count her sheep.
Mary had eighty sheep and she decided to count backwards starting at eighty... Every time a sheep had been counted it would come and curl up beside Mary and fall asleep.
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She was very tired and began to yawn (I often yawn myself to encourage her to yawn, and she always does!)
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Her eyes were getting heavier as she counted the fluffy white sheep
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She was halfway there and knew that she could go to sleep when she finished counting. The sheep were soft and warm and she could hear them snoring around her.
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Mary's eyes were so heavy, and it was almost time for her to go to sleep
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She had counted all of the sheep, they were all safe and warm, and now it was time to say "Good night."
Now of course she is always asleep by the time I get into the 30s and so is my husband! I just say it in a sing songy and quiet voice. It works every time! You can use your imagination and change the story to suit the interests of your child. I have used stars and described a camping trip, we've used a rocket and a trip to the moon, and honestly the possibilities are endless!
If you try this and it works for you please comment below or email me at lgoldenjohnson@gmail.com! I'd love to hear from you! :)
Recently while telling my little two year old daughter a story I remembered those nights with the boys-- counting stars and leaves and everything but sheep. I thought about how hypnosis uses backwards counting and wondered if I could utilize my hypnotism on getting her to sleep faster... Hypnosis is completely safe and the end result is relaxation, or in her case sleep. Since this has worked every night for a week, I decided to see if other people had luck with it too!
You can change up the story, but just use the script as a guide for how to count down and little "hypnotic" phrases to use... Enjoy!
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Once upon a time there was a girl named Mary. Mary took care of sheep in a big field and it was her job to count them every night before bed. She knew how important this job was because she didn't want any of her beloved sheep to wander off and get lost! One night Mary was so tired that she could hardly keep her eyes open when she remembered that she needed to count her sheep. She \had a long day and her tummy was full from a tasty dinner, and she knew that as soon as she finished counting that she could fall asleep for the night... The sky was filled with stars and the grass was soft beneath her as she settled in to count her sheep.
Mary had eighty sheep and she decided to count backwards starting at eighty... Every time a sheep had been counted it would come and curl up beside Mary and fall asleep.
80
79
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She was very tired and began to yawn (I often yawn myself to encourage her to yawn, and she always does!)
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Her eyes were getting heavier as she counted the fluffy white sheep
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She was halfway there and knew that she could go to sleep when she finished counting. The sheep were soft and warm and she could hear them snoring around her.
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Mary's eyes were so heavy, and it was almost time for her to go to sleep
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Almost finished, almost time to sleep with her comfy pile of sheep
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She had counted all of the sheep, they were all safe and warm, and now it was time to say "Good night."
Now of course she is always asleep by the time I get into the 30s and so is my husband! I just say it in a sing songy and quiet voice. It works every time! You can use your imagination and change the story to suit the interests of your child. I have used stars and described a camping trip, we've used a rocket and a trip to the moon, and honestly the possibilities are endless!
If you try this and it works for you please comment below or email me at lgoldenjohnson@gmail.com! I'd love to hear from you! :)
His Life As: A Buffalo Soldier
Background:
My eleven year old had not had a past life regression in awhile and agreed to sit down with me the other night. I have to stay in practice, ya know! He always goes into trance very quickly, so it wasn't long before we were on our way into another past life.
PLR:
After I could tell that he was deep enough, I led him down a river of time and into a past life. As he set foot into that lifetime I asked him to identify who he was and he immediately said "I'm a buffalo soldier! A black guy with a beard..." I felt surprised and ashamed that I didn't know anything about buffalo soldiers... After awhile I realized that he was an African American Slave who was going to fight for his country. He didn't have a family, they had all been separated, and he was very sad about it. It strikes me odd that we had so many lifetimes as slaves, but I guess we all would have been incarnating in the same timeframe together since we are family members... Anyway, he didn't know his name, but he knew that he was a slave who was now a soldier wearing a navy blue uniform, he was 30-40 years old.
I asked him to move to an important time in that lifetime and he said it was nighttime and he was in a field. "I'm wearing a hood, a cloak. It is black." he told me, in a deadpan voice. "I'm outside. There's a little black girl and the master."
"What's happening?" I asked, just as interested to see what happened as he was.
"I'm saving the little girl from being whooped. I tripped him up and she ran into the woods." he said, his eyes moving rapidly as he watched in his mind.
"What is happening now?" I asked, trying not to ask "leading questions", just enough questions to help him stay on track.
"I'm getting whooped. The master is yelling at me and beating me..."
"What is he saying?" I asked, sad to imagine him in such pain.
"Words I'm not allowed to say." he replied, and I couldn't help but giggle.
I asked him how he felt about the scene unfolding before him and he said that he felt sad and proud. He was sad that they were all treated that way, but he was proud that he had saved the little girl. There were a lot of people around watching, other slaves, and they were all proud of him too. He still didn't know his name, I reminded myself to ask again later in case he was able to remember it.
I instructed him to move forward into the happiest moment in that lifetime... I instructed him to look around and get a feel for where he was and what was happening. "I see a woman." he said, choking back tears. "We are getting married. I am in a suit... We're at a church."
"Are you happy?" I prompted.
"Yeah."
"Do you have friends there?" I wondered who all was at his wedding.
His eyes moved and it looked like he was surveying his surroundings. He kind of gasped and said "I see my family!"
"They're there?" I was surprised and happy because I knew how sad it had made him to lose his family.
"Yeah. I found them!"
"Why is this the happiest moment in that life?" I asked, hoping to find out more about his wedding and his reunion with his long lost family.
He was tearing up and couldn't answer.
"Is it because you're getting married and your family is there?" I asked, hoping his wasn't embarrassed about crying. I cry every single time I regress!
"Yeah." he said, swiping a tear off of his sweet tan face.
I decided to move on and find out more about his time as a soldier, since that was how he first identified himself. We moved through time and he was a buffalo soldier now. I asked how he became a soldier, and he said "I enlisted."
"Did you have to leave your wife behind? Do you have any kids now?"
"Yeah, I have two sons." he said.
"Do you still live on the same plantation?"
"No," he replied.
"Are you free now?" I was very surprised by this, just as surprised as I was that he had found his family.
"They said I will be free if I fight..."
"Do you feel good about that?" I asked.
"Yeah..."
"What's happening now?" I asked.
"I'm in a wagon." he said, his voice was calm and quiet.
"Where are you going?"
"I don't know..." he said.
"Who are you with?'
"Other soldiers..." he said.
"Listen closely and see if you can hear them say your name... What are they saying?" I asked, hoping to find a name for the soldier who is now my son.
"We aren't talking..." he paused and added, "We're praying to god."
Now I got a little choked up and decided to move on to his death. I told him that when I counted from 5 to 0 that he would find himself two minutes before his death in that lifetime. I expected that he was going to die in the battle that he had been heading to in the wagon, but instead he was an old man. His wife had already died... He was in a bed and his children were there. He survived the war and was freed. He was dying of old age. He began to cry and I reminded him that he was safe and that he wouldn't feel any pain. I instructed him to move through the passing and he said that he was floating above his body and could see his sons crying. I told him to take a look back at that life and told him that he didn't have to talk anymore... I told him to look at the life lessons and see what his purpose was and he said "To protect people."
I asked what he saw good in that life and he said even though he was a slave that he was able to find his family and have a family. He had protected the little girl and also had protected his country in the battles.
I then brought him back to the room around him and smiled at him as he wiped away tears. Even though he acts tough, this regression was a glimpse at his softer and more vulnerable side.
Reflections:
We didn't get a lot of solid details in this regression, but I feel like it was a lovely experience for him. He was especially emotional and very unlike himself. It seemed like he was truly touched by the beautiful bride in front of him, and it also seemed like he was genuinely moved by his son's surrounding him as he passed. I won't do another regression on him for awhile... I don't want to expose them to anything they aren't ready for, even if I know it is something that will be beneficial to them in the long run. I will wait until he asks for one, even if it means waiting and waiting and waiting.
I researched Buffalo Soldiers a little afterwards and everything he described lined up with their history.
My eleven year old had not had a past life regression in awhile and agreed to sit down with me the other night. I have to stay in practice, ya know! He always goes into trance very quickly, so it wasn't long before we were on our way into another past life.
PLR:
After I could tell that he was deep enough, I led him down a river of time and into a past life. As he set foot into that lifetime I asked him to identify who he was and he immediately said "I'm a buffalo soldier! A black guy with a beard..." I felt surprised and ashamed that I didn't know anything about buffalo soldiers... After awhile I realized that he was an African American Slave who was going to fight for his country. He didn't have a family, they had all been separated, and he was very sad about it. It strikes me odd that we had so many lifetimes as slaves, but I guess we all would have been incarnating in the same timeframe together since we are family members... Anyway, he didn't know his name, but he knew that he was a slave who was now a soldier wearing a navy blue uniform, he was 30-40 years old.
I asked him to move to an important time in that lifetime and he said it was nighttime and he was in a field. "I'm wearing a hood, a cloak. It is black." he told me, in a deadpan voice. "I'm outside. There's a little black girl and the master."
"What's happening?" I asked, just as interested to see what happened as he was.
"I'm saving the little girl from being whooped. I tripped him up and she ran into the woods." he said, his eyes moving rapidly as he watched in his mind.
"What is happening now?" I asked, trying not to ask "leading questions", just enough questions to help him stay on track.
"I'm getting whooped. The master is yelling at me and beating me..."
"What is he saying?" I asked, sad to imagine him in such pain.
"Words I'm not allowed to say." he replied, and I couldn't help but giggle.
I asked him how he felt about the scene unfolding before him and he said that he felt sad and proud. He was sad that they were all treated that way, but he was proud that he had saved the little girl. There were a lot of people around watching, other slaves, and they were all proud of him too. He still didn't know his name, I reminded myself to ask again later in case he was able to remember it.
I instructed him to move forward into the happiest moment in that lifetime... I instructed him to look around and get a feel for where he was and what was happening. "I see a woman." he said, choking back tears. "We are getting married. I am in a suit... We're at a church."
"Are you happy?" I prompted.
"Yeah."
"Do you have friends there?" I wondered who all was at his wedding.
His eyes moved and it looked like he was surveying his surroundings. He kind of gasped and said "I see my family!"
"They're there?" I was surprised and happy because I knew how sad it had made him to lose his family.
"Yeah. I found them!"
"Why is this the happiest moment in that life?" I asked, hoping to find out more about his wedding and his reunion with his long lost family.
He was tearing up and couldn't answer.
"Is it because you're getting married and your family is there?" I asked, hoping his wasn't embarrassed about crying. I cry every single time I regress!
"Yeah." he said, swiping a tear off of his sweet tan face.
I decided to move on and find out more about his time as a soldier, since that was how he first identified himself. We moved through time and he was a buffalo soldier now. I asked how he became a soldier, and he said "I enlisted."
"Did you have to leave your wife behind? Do you have any kids now?"
"Yeah, I have two sons." he said.
"Do you still live on the same plantation?"
"No," he replied.
"Are you free now?" I was very surprised by this, just as surprised as I was that he had found his family.
"They said I will be free if I fight..."
"Do you feel good about that?" I asked.
"Yeah..."
"What's happening now?" I asked.
"I'm in a wagon." he said, his voice was calm and quiet.
"Where are you going?"
"I don't know..." he said.
"Who are you with?'
"Other soldiers..." he said.
"Listen closely and see if you can hear them say your name... What are they saying?" I asked, hoping to find a name for the soldier who is now my son.
"We aren't talking..." he paused and added, "We're praying to god."
Now I got a little choked up and decided to move on to his death. I told him that when I counted from 5 to 0 that he would find himself two minutes before his death in that lifetime. I expected that he was going to die in the battle that he had been heading to in the wagon, but instead he was an old man. His wife had already died... He was in a bed and his children were there. He survived the war and was freed. He was dying of old age. He began to cry and I reminded him that he was safe and that he wouldn't feel any pain. I instructed him to move through the passing and he said that he was floating above his body and could see his sons crying. I told him to take a look back at that life and told him that he didn't have to talk anymore... I told him to look at the life lessons and see what his purpose was and he said "To protect people."
I asked what he saw good in that life and he said even though he was a slave that he was able to find his family and have a family. He had protected the little girl and also had protected his country in the battles.
I then brought him back to the room around him and smiled at him as he wiped away tears. Even though he acts tough, this regression was a glimpse at his softer and more vulnerable side.
Reflections:
We didn't get a lot of solid details in this regression, but I feel like it was a lovely experience for him. He was especially emotional and very unlike himself. It seemed like he was truly touched by the beautiful bride in front of him, and it also seemed like he was genuinely moved by his son's surrounding him as he passed. I won't do another regression on him for awhile... I don't want to expose them to anything they aren't ready for, even if I know it is something that will be beneficial to them in the long run. I will wait until he asks for one, even if it means waiting and waiting and waiting.
I researched Buffalo Soldiers a little afterwards and everything he described lined up with their history.
Throwback Thursday: So This is What Death Feels Like
For Throwback Thursday I posted a few old pictures on Instagram this morning and it struck me that I should do a throwback blog post! I scoured my email account for an interesting email that I sent a few years ago... Enjoy!
On Nov 10th, 2012 I sent the following description of a dream I had to my pen pal in England... This dream made an impression on me that still lingers on over a year and a half later!
On Nov 10th, 2012 I sent the following description of a dream I had to my pen pal in England... This dream made an impression on me that still lingers on over a year and a half later!
(I deleted the beginning of the email because it was just about random stuff)
...Anyway in the dream I want to talk about, Daniel and I were gathered near a wooded area with some people I went to school with. It was near the church I grew up going to. Our kids were inside the church and I remember wondering what I was doing with those people when I'd rather be with my kids. I glanced toward the church and realized there were zombies pouring out in herds. We all reacted in fear, but then everybody just laughed thinking it was a hoax. I felt in my gut that it was real and rushed toward the church to find our kids. As we ran the weather changed. Dark clouds loomed overhead and began swirling. A school bus full of little kids stopped on the top of the hill and I felt compelled to help the adults get them inside to safety. I hid the children in a safe closet telling them to get down and stay there because it was a tornado. I then knew I had to find English, Miles, and Dellah but didn't know where to start! The church is three stories. Where was Daniel? I last saw him outside. I ran out to him and he was just standing and chatting near some handrails. They were handrails that I spent endless hours flipping over and swinging on when I was a girl. He pointed to the sky and there was one small bit of sky blue left. The clouds were quickly closing around it and I knew I was out of time. I looked at the huge brick building that housed my sweet babies and felt such regret that they weren't in my arms for the end. I thought of how scared they must be! When the clouds covered the last bit of sky, the earth became a sort of vacuum. We grabbed the rails and our bodies floated up. I could feel the swirling sky sucking at me. I told Daniel how much I loved him and yelled out in anguish over my children. I held tight to the rail, but suddenly it didn't matter anymore because gravity returned and our bodies landed with a thud. Leaving our souls above us. I looked down at the lifeless bodies. I literally felt my soul pass through my flesh but it wasn't scary anymore. I felt warm and okay. I knew the kids were fine. I felt Daniel beside me. We didn't have to talk we could just know things. It felt like that bit of yourself in your chest when you breathe mixed with the thoughts in your head. I wish I could explain it better because it was amazing. I didn't have a body anymore and I felt free. I didn't travel anywhere or any of that. I just kind of hovered above the chaotic world that I had escaped. I thought a lot about what it felt like. I remember just knowing it was right and that everything was okay. I can still feel it when I take a deep breath now. I feel now like I can better pinpoint where my spirit is and even like my body is just its vehicle. I wasn't worried about the children anymore because I knew that everything was just okay. I felt so much peace. I said to myself "So this is what death feels like.." And I realized that everything really is okay.
I may sound like a crazy person talking, but I figured you would at least be willing to read this so that I could get it down on paper. It felt a lot like the experience when I was in labor and had that out of body experience, only this was way more enlightening. I even remember finding a sort of peace with death. Just a knowing that ahh so this is what it feels like. I even remember saying to myself that it was wonderful and I didn't want to go back. So strange!!!
Anyway thanks for listening!!! I'm quite intrigued by it all!
L
This dream was kind of a big deal for me! It was before I began to awaken spiritually, but I feel like it contributed to my desire to get in touch with my spiritual side. I think back on that dream and it is still vivid and heart warming. It was like I was gifted with a glimpse at what the death process really feels like. When I had the dream I no concept of past lives, but now that I have experienced past life regression that dream fits right in with what the death process during my regressions felt like. I look back on my life and I feel like there were little nudges along the way that led me here! I am so thankful to know more about the components that make me whole. I believe that death is over rated and misunderstood! The person dying is fine, it is the people left behind who are in pain and sadness. We need to remember that! I always feared death and felt like it was a foreign concept to me, but that dream in early November 2012 eased a bit of that fear.
Recently my sisters and Father and I had to sing at a funeral. It was like the third on within the span of three weeks... My sister and I were in the choir room of the church where my dream took place and we could hear the men's quartet singing "It Is Well With My Soul" in the next room. My sister made the comment that "Is it ever really well with someone's soul to die?" I looked over at her and said "Yes, they're happier than anyone can imagine now. It must feel so amazing to finally be home and understand everything so clearly and to be out of pain..." I surprised myself with that answer and from the way she looked at me I think she was surprised too. I used to fear death. In our society it seems like people view death as the most terrible thing, but the truth is that we all die. We have all died many times, and it is just a part of the life experience. Death is rest and peace and understanding! I've heard Abraham-Hicks say that if we knew how wonderful death is then we wouldn't punish our criminals with the death penalty, and after my glimpse of that peace I would tend to agree!
Thursday, May 8, 2014
His Life As: A Runaway Slave
Background:
My nine year old son and I sat down together for a regression tonight. It was hard to settle the rest of the house down enough, but once my toddler was upstairs playing with her oldest brother and my husband was out for a run, we took the chance to sit down together in the living room. He settled into the recliner, closed his eyes, and we began.
His 2nd PLR:
I began by relaxing him and once I felt that he was deep enough I had him walk down a path to a cottage. There was a light in the window and it was very inviting. I watched as his feet twitched as they walked down the imaginary path toward the cottage. I counted down from 20 to 0 and told him that when I got to zero he would walk into the cottage. Once he was inside I described a warm fire, a bookshelf, and a rocking chair. I told him to look at the bookshelf and select the book with his name on it, explaining that it held all of the information about his past lives within. He took the heavy book from the shelf and settled in by the fire. I explained that inside the book was a past life that was relevant to his life now, and as he opened the book I was a bit giddy to see what life he would find... I always am!
I asked him what was on the page, and told him that it would be a picture of him in that life. "I'm an African American boy. I have on shorts that are ripped up and dirty. I have beat marks on me from whips." his nine year old voice sounded calm and confident.
I began to ask more questions and before I knew it a fascinating life unfolded....
They were peaceful and happy in Africa. He remembered spending time with his Father and Mother and laughing a lot. They were captured and taken on a ship to America and they were separated. "One man wanted my Father and another man bought my Mama and me." he explained. I asked how it made him feel and he said he felt scared. He described that he worked in a field all day in the hot sun. He said they picked cotton and that there were a lot other slaves around him working. At the evening meal he described being in a shack off in the corner with his Mama and new baby brother. They were tired, but they loved each other a lot. He said his baby brother was chubby. We moved forward in the life and he realized that he was on the run. He had wanted his Mama and brother, who was older now, to come too, but they were too afraid that they would get caught. He was up farther North in a city. He had crossed a river and traveled at night and people were looking for him. He said even people up North were looking for him and he just wanted to blend in and find somewhere safe to hide. We moved forward in time and he had found a home with a white man and women. They let him hide in their wagon and gave him food and clothes to wear. After awhile he began working for them, although he considered it more to be working WITH them as a favor and not as a slave. They were kind to him, but he realized his life hadn't really changed all that much. He went from a huge plantation with his family to working with this white couple, the only difference was that they were kind to him and they wanted to protect him. He said he was still a slave and had risked his life for freedom that he really hadn't found. Without telling the kind people, he left and headed back toward his family. He had spent a long time with those people, but they still wanted to keep him a secret and he just couldn't stay there. He missed his family and had to go find them again. He wasn't sure if he was going to help them escape or just visit them, but he knew he couldn't go back to work on the plantation without being killed. He traveled at night, made it home, and told his Mother and Brother "Goodbye," right before the white man with a beard caught him. He said his brother was nineteen now and that his Mama was old. The man said "I've got you, fool." and proceeded to beat him to death. He tried to fight back at first, but he couldn't. He floated out of his body after dying and saw a white light in the distance. He automatically knew that everything was okay. He said he didn't know the word, but that he felt peaceful and good. He said he felt both sad and okay about dying. I asked what lessons he had learned from that life and he told me how lucky he is now to be free and to have a good life. He explained that he realized he should have stayed with his family because they were important to him and he was never really free anyway. He realized how brave he was though, traveling in the darkness and trying to get away. I brought him out of hypnosis and with wide eyes he said, "That was cool!"
Reflections:
We went into the kitchen and poured a glass of tea and each had a slice of Pizza that was still on the counter from supper. He looked at me, the light of the fridge outlining his face in the dark kitchen, and said "We're so lucky that we get to eat pizza and have tea anytime we want! I just had to eat cornbread all the time in that life..." I couldn't help but smile. Even someone who hasn't lived a decade yet is able to gain something from having a past life regression. If nothing else, the simple realization of how blessed and lucky he is to be free and eat pizza is enough for me. I couldn't help but wonder if maybe somewhere in his past life as a slave that he may have crossed paths with me as "Frederick." I can't help but hope that I was nearby.
My nine year old son and I sat down together for a regression tonight. It was hard to settle the rest of the house down enough, but once my toddler was upstairs playing with her oldest brother and my husband was out for a run, we took the chance to sit down together in the living room. He settled into the recliner, closed his eyes, and we began.
His 2nd PLR:
I began by relaxing him and once I felt that he was deep enough I had him walk down a path to a cottage. There was a light in the window and it was very inviting. I watched as his feet twitched as they walked down the imaginary path toward the cottage. I counted down from 20 to 0 and told him that when I got to zero he would walk into the cottage. Once he was inside I described a warm fire, a bookshelf, and a rocking chair. I told him to look at the bookshelf and select the book with his name on it, explaining that it held all of the information about his past lives within. He took the heavy book from the shelf and settled in by the fire. I explained that inside the book was a past life that was relevant to his life now, and as he opened the book I was a bit giddy to see what life he would find... I always am!
I asked him what was on the page, and told him that it would be a picture of him in that life. "I'm an African American boy. I have on shorts that are ripped up and dirty. I have beat marks on me from whips." his nine year old voice sounded calm and confident.
I began to ask more questions and before I knew it a fascinating life unfolded....
They were peaceful and happy in Africa. He remembered spending time with his Father and Mother and laughing a lot. They were captured and taken on a ship to America and they were separated. "One man wanted my Father and another man bought my Mama and me." he explained. I asked how it made him feel and he said he felt scared. He described that he worked in a field all day in the hot sun. He said they picked cotton and that there were a lot other slaves around him working. At the evening meal he described being in a shack off in the corner with his Mama and new baby brother. They were tired, but they loved each other a lot. He said his baby brother was chubby. We moved forward in the life and he realized that he was on the run. He had wanted his Mama and brother, who was older now, to come too, but they were too afraid that they would get caught. He was up farther North in a city. He had crossed a river and traveled at night and people were looking for him. He said even people up North were looking for him and he just wanted to blend in and find somewhere safe to hide. We moved forward in time and he had found a home with a white man and women. They let him hide in their wagon and gave him food and clothes to wear. After awhile he began working for them, although he considered it more to be working WITH them as a favor and not as a slave. They were kind to him, but he realized his life hadn't really changed all that much. He went from a huge plantation with his family to working with this white couple, the only difference was that they were kind to him and they wanted to protect him. He said he was still a slave and had risked his life for freedom that he really hadn't found. Without telling the kind people, he left and headed back toward his family. He had spent a long time with those people, but they still wanted to keep him a secret and he just couldn't stay there. He missed his family and had to go find them again. He wasn't sure if he was going to help them escape or just visit them, but he knew he couldn't go back to work on the plantation without being killed. He traveled at night, made it home, and told his Mother and Brother "Goodbye," right before the white man with a beard caught him. He said his brother was nineteen now and that his Mama was old. The man said "I've got you, fool." and proceeded to beat him to death. He tried to fight back at first, but he couldn't. He floated out of his body after dying and saw a white light in the distance. He automatically knew that everything was okay. He said he didn't know the word, but that he felt peaceful and good. He said he felt both sad and okay about dying. I asked what lessons he had learned from that life and he told me how lucky he is now to be free and to have a good life. He explained that he realized he should have stayed with his family because they were important to him and he was never really free anyway. He realized how brave he was though, traveling in the darkness and trying to get away. I brought him out of hypnosis and with wide eyes he said, "That was cool!"
Reflections:
We went into the kitchen and poured a glass of tea and each had a slice of Pizza that was still on the counter from supper. He looked at me, the light of the fridge outlining his face in the dark kitchen, and said "We're so lucky that we get to eat pizza and have tea anytime we want! I just had to eat cornbread all the time in that life..." I couldn't help but smile. Even someone who hasn't lived a decade yet is able to gain something from having a past life regression. If nothing else, the simple realization of how blessed and lucky he is to be free and eat pizza is enough for me. I couldn't help but wonder if maybe somewhere in his past life as a slave that he may have crossed paths with me as "Frederick." I can't help but hope that I was nearby.
Manifestation
Now that I view my life through a new filter, I look back and see so many situations that raise questions. It seems that I always kind of had a "spiritual" outlook on things. I never really stressed about anything and just went with the flow. I have always just believed that things would work out for me and honestly they always really have! Now that I've studied different aspects of spirituality, my outlook on life really seems to align with Abraham-Hicks' teachings on the law of attraction.
The law of attraction, for you new comers to these topics, basically states that we create our own reality through the vibrations that we give off. If you wake up dreading the day ahead, the universe will deliver events and people who will fulfill what you expect. If you go into a restaurant expecting bad service, guess what? You'll have terrible service. Luckily, although luck has nothing to do with it, the law of attraction works both ways... If you wake up looking forward to the day and expecting things to work out for you, they will! If you expect to get that job you interviewed for and don't doubt yourself in the least, you will get it. Life literally follows the path of least resistance and goes with the flow.
I look back at certain events in my life and can't help but wonder if I manifested them! I was born chubby. I weighed 10.15 oz at birth and was always big for my age. I wasn't ever fat, but I might as well have been. I remember being invited over to my now best friend's house for the first time at four years old and hearing her Mama say that she wanted us to become friends since we were both "bigger." Anyway, when I was around twelve years old I began to really long to be slim and trim like most of the girls I was friends with. I thought about it constantly. I would lie in bed at night and just imagine what it would feel like to be skinny and I would literally use every shooting star, birthday candle, or wishing well to ask for a slimmer frame. Suddenly, without any changes in my exercise or eating habits, I slimmed down. For the first time in my life I was very slim and it just seemed like it happened over night. I stayed skinny for several years (until I had babies, haha!). Looking back I see that I held the "dream" in my attention and willed it to happen. I feel like that was one of the first times that I manifested something into physical reality.
Another example is my husband. I was a newly slim 7th grader and he was a cool and handsome senior. He worked at the local Piggly Wiggly as a bag boy and I had a major major crush on him. He was unattainable. I had braces, was 5 years younger than him, and was nobody, but I decided that I would marry him someday! I changed my email password to "Daniel," and offered to run in Piggly Wiggly every single time that we ran out of something. I really liked him and never stopped. I forgot about him for awhile, but anytime I would see his green mustang in town, I'd remember my crush and it would reignite. In eleventh grade I took yearbook for the first time. I had never taken it before and don't know why I did, but I realized that my new friend was his little sister. I told her that I had the biggest crush on her brother and she told me to write down my number. Within a few weeks we were dating! Within a year we were married and expecting a baby. Now nobody says that manifestation is going to be instant, but because I didn't doubt my proclamation that I would marry him, eventually things aligned and I DID! Now I don't know whether this was a manifestation or not, but it definitely feels like I knew him on a soul level and recognized that we had a future together, no matter how silly I seemed for believing it at the time.
Now my next example is undoubtedly a manifestation. I have no other way to explain it! When our first born son was 8 months old we found out that I was expecting again... This news did not sit well with my husband. He saw it as proof that I couldn't handle "birth control" responsibly and he could just see us with 12 children within a decade. I don't blame him, two accidental pregnancies was not a very good track record for a 19 year old. When I was 9 months pregnant with our second son, my husband informed me that he had made an appointment for a vasectomy. He was 24 and I was 19. It seemed like an extreme decision, but I am not very good at saying no and just went along with the decision. Throughout the years I remember saying things like "I just feel like I have another baby left inside of me!", and "Maybe we can adopt someday...", and "I guess when we're older he can have it reversed." It was hard. As the boys got older my longing for another baby became so strong. I prayed for a baby, used every birthday wish and shooting star to beg for one, and even threatened to divorce him over it. It was a huge wedge in our marriage. Well guess what? When our boys were 7 and 8 we had a baby girl! To make a long complicated story short and simple, it turned out that my husband had an infection that reopened the components within him that were blocking semen from being released. After seven years, that just happens? The doctor who redid the procedure said that we had very slim odds of pregnancy, but it all worked out how it was supposed to! Everything aligned and our family is now complete!!! I literally could not be happier!
You see, we are creators. We were made in the image of our creator and we too have the ability to create our own reality. Most of us don't realize it and most of us just create our reality based on responses to the things we see around us. Even in the bible it says "Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you."(Matthew 7:7) We live in a lovely reality that we can mold and change to suit our desires. The beautiful thing about it is that the work is never done... Once we reach one "goal" another one is birthed within us. We are never satisfied, and that is okay! I'm more careful now about the thoughts that I think (Abraham says that you only have to think of something for 17 seconds in order to begin to make it a reality), and I am more aware of how far being positive and upbeat can go in life. I do not watch the news, I do not get into politics, and I do not harp on negative things that worry me (like chemtrails or cancer), because focusing on those things may make them part of my reality.
Whether you realize it or not, you attract things to yourself. Whether you believe it or not, just give it a try... Listen to a few Abraham videos on YouTube, look at your life and identify times when you've attracted good or bad outcomes to yourself, and just start to try and keep your thoughts and moods in a good and positive zone. It can't hurt to give it a try and see what comes of it! Whether the examples that I gave above were truly manifestations or not, I believe with all of my heart that LOVE and HAPPINESS and OPTIMISM are the keys to HAPPINESS!!! Count your blessings and stay thankful for what you have and it will multiply! These are things that were outlined for us in the bible, and now it is time to take them and apply them in our real lives and in a current, useful, and valid way. I can't wait to see what life has in store for me, and I can't wait to see what it has in store for you either!
The law of attraction, for you new comers to these topics, basically states that we create our own reality through the vibrations that we give off. If you wake up dreading the day ahead, the universe will deliver events and people who will fulfill what you expect. If you go into a restaurant expecting bad service, guess what? You'll have terrible service. Luckily, although luck has nothing to do with it, the law of attraction works both ways... If you wake up looking forward to the day and expecting things to work out for you, they will! If you expect to get that job you interviewed for and don't doubt yourself in the least, you will get it. Life literally follows the path of least resistance and goes with the flow.
I look back at certain events in my life and can't help but wonder if I manifested them! I was born chubby. I weighed 10.15 oz at birth and was always big for my age. I wasn't ever fat, but I might as well have been. I remember being invited over to my now best friend's house for the first time at four years old and hearing her Mama say that she wanted us to become friends since we were both "bigger." Anyway, when I was around twelve years old I began to really long to be slim and trim like most of the girls I was friends with. I thought about it constantly. I would lie in bed at night and just imagine what it would feel like to be skinny and I would literally use every shooting star, birthday candle, or wishing well to ask for a slimmer frame. Suddenly, without any changes in my exercise or eating habits, I slimmed down. For the first time in my life I was very slim and it just seemed like it happened over night. I stayed skinny for several years (until I had babies, haha!). Looking back I see that I held the "dream" in my attention and willed it to happen. I feel like that was one of the first times that I manifested something into physical reality.
Another example is my husband. I was a newly slim 7th grader and he was a cool and handsome senior. He worked at the local Piggly Wiggly as a bag boy and I had a major major crush on him. He was unattainable. I had braces, was 5 years younger than him, and was nobody, but I decided that I would marry him someday! I changed my email password to "Daniel," and offered to run in Piggly Wiggly every single time that we ran out of something. I really liked him and never stopped. I forgot about him for awhile, but anytime I would see his green mustang in town, I'd remember my crush and it would reignite. In eleventh grade I took yearbook for the first time. I had never taken it before and don't know why I did, but I realized that my new friend was his little sister. I told her that I had the biggest crush on her brother and she told me to write down my number. Within a few weeks we were dating! Within a year we were married and expecting a baby. Now nobody says that manifestation is going to be instant, but because I didn't doubt my proclamation that I would marry him, eventually things aligned and I DID! Now I don't know whether this was a manifestation or not, but it definitely feels like I knew him on a soul level and recognized that we had a future together, no matter how silly I seemed for believing it at the time.
Now my next example is undoubtedly a manifestation. I have no other way to explain it! When our first born son was 8 months old we found out that I was expecting again... This news did not sit well with my husband. He saw it as proof that I couldn't handle "birth control" responsibly and he could just see us with 12 children within a decade. I don't blame him, two accidental pregnancies was not a very good track record for a 19 year old. When I was 9 months pregnant with our second son, my husband informed me that he had made an appointment for a vasectomy. He was 24 and I was 19. It seemed like an extreme decision, but I am not very good at saying no and just went along with the decision. Throughout the years I remember saying things like "I just feel like I have another baby left inside of me!", and "Maybe we can adopt someday...", and "I guess when we're older he can have it reversed." It was hard. As the boys got older my longing for another baby became so strong. I prayed for a baby, used every birthday wish and shooting star to beg for one, and even threatened to divorce him over it. It was a huge wedge in our marriage. Well guess what? When our boys were 7 and 8 we had a baby girl! To make a long complicated story short and simple, it turned out that my husband had an infection that reopened the components within him that were blocking semen from being released. After seven years, that just happens? The doctor who redid the procedure said that we had very slim odds of pregnancy, but it all worked out how it was supposed to! Everything aligned and our family is now complete!!! I literally could not be happier!
You see, we are creators. We were made in the image of our creator and we too have the ability to create our own reality. Most of us don't realize it and most of us just create our reality based on responses to the things we see around us. Even in the bible it says "Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you."(Matthew 7:7) We live in a lovely reality that we can mold and change to suit our desires. The beautiful thing about it is that the work is never done... Once we reach one "goal" another one is birthed within us. We are never satisfied, and that is okay! I'm more careful now about the thoughts that I think (Abraham says that you only have to think of something for 17 seconds in order to begin to make it a reality), and I am more aware of how far being positive and upbeat can go in life. I do not watch the news, I do not get into politics, and I do not harp on negative things that worry me (like chemtrails or cancer), because focusing on those things may make them part of my reality.
Whether you realize it or not, you attract things to yourself. Whether you believe it or not, just give it a try... Listen to a few Abraham videos on YouTube, look at your life and identify times when you've attracted good or bad outcomes to yourself, and just start to try and keep your thoughts and moods in a good and positive zone. It can't hurt to give it a try and see what comes of it! Whether the examples that I gave above were truly manifestations or not, I believe with all of my heart that LOVE and HAPPINESS and OPTIMISM are the keys to HAPPINESS!!! Count your blessings and stay thankful for what you have and it will multiply! These are things that were outlined for us in the bible, and now it is time to take them and apply them in our real lives and in a current, useful, and valid way. I can't wait to see what life has in store for me, and I can't wait to see what it has in store for you either!
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