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Deeper.... Deeper.... You are so deeply asleep that you will not wake up until I say it's okay. I have taken you into the deepest unconscious and you will not remember what we have said, but when you awaken the traumas of your past lives will cease to interfere with this one. You will feel refreshed and free to live up to your innate potential.
Now, let's start by finding out where you were in 1692....
Here.
You lived in this town?
No. In 1692 I was in this room with you.
Well, this clearly isn't working. I want you to go deeper. You're so sound asleep that nothing in the world can awaken you except my command. Is that right?
That's right.
Okay, where were you in 265 b.c.?
Here... with you.
Please explain.
It's always right now.
Releasing you from your past lives is crucial to your happiness. We need to talk about your past lives.
I have no past lives.
You mean you're a new spirit? This is your first life?
This is my only life.
Well, only for this go-round. There will be more.
I'm not a person. There won't be more. I'm already all.
Why did you come to me?
I don't want to be here.
You mean somebody forced you to hire me?
No. I mean I don't want to be here.
You want to be dead?
I don't want to be in this world.
Oh, you come from another one and want to go back?
I don't want to be in any world.
Why, then, did you come?
To save sentient beings.
I can see that would leave you little time for a husband and family. Is that why you never married?
Yes. I wanted to, but I couldn't find one who could get and stay on my wavelength. It always turned into generate karma or split. I tried everything. They all felt that call but couldn't live in it.
Well, maybe now you will be able give up this "wavelength" thing and get that life companion after all....
No. They won't let me be on my wavelength and stay with me. I tried that. I don't want to waste time with that anymore. You can't ever not want it in these bodies, but you waste time trying to placate that desire.
I've never had a client without past lives before, so I'm at a loss as to how to proceed.
You've never had a client with past lives, as you perceive them, and your perception is confusing everyone. Everyone is everyone else... who ever was or ever will be. So you can get every life story out of everyone who ever comes to you, if you have that long.
I guess trotting out some particularly salient ones could help people get past particular neuroses, but what about THE neurosis of "self"? Shouldn't you be considering leaving your clients with that clue?
I'm afraid I don't know what you are talking about.
I'm afraid it's time for you to wake up now.
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I'm in a round room in a castle. The walls are covered with tapestries. Knights armor stands at the ready. Battle axes hanging on the wall. Stained glass window illuminate the room.
ReplyDeleteSuddenly the floor begins oscillating in circular pattern, getting ever more extreme, as a spun coin in reverse, going from flat to on-edge.
At some point I can't hang on anymore and I slide off falling. Falling into a void. At that point I wake up.
A recurring childhood nightmare that I can still vividly recall.
On several occasions instead of waking I was able to begin soaring and I flew around the countryside.
My recurring dream was always of being in my lab, having created a miniature scientist, a little guy with dark hair and a white lab coat... at most a foot and a half tall... like a big Ken doll in a lab coat. But he always got loose. Always had a very bad attitude. Always was trying to kill me. Mardi Gras was always going on in the street directly out the door to my lab. The dream always ended with me having lost my little scientist and he was hiding somewhere in the lab to kill me. The horror would wake me up, shuddering and rigid with fear. I would bury my head in my pillow and my pillow would turn into his face and making a scary sound. This was always what made me scream.
ReplyDeleteI began having this dream no later than age three and I think it continued until I was maybe seven or eight. I had no idea what Mardi Gras was or where New Orleans was, but I always knew them in the dream.
Other recurring dreams were about needing to run and being unable to move, or scream and being unable to make a sound, or my mother trying to kill me.
Couldn't have thrown a PLEASANT one in there, now could I?
One dream I had included a near-death experience.
ReplyDeleteIt was set in the roaring twenties, dark cobblestone street at night, raining. I'm wearing a long dark trench coat and hat. I'm a grown adult, although I am only 7 or 8 in reality. A car roars around the corner with a burst of fire from a Tommy gun. I'm shot and fall in the street in a puddle. Laying there I see the car leave the scene and then all goes black. Next I feel myself moving horizontally through a tunnel. Although I can't see the walls, I can feel their presence. In the distance is a white light. As I approach the light I see snow falling and people ice skating. As I get closer to the light I begin to see people along the way, greeting me, welcoming me. Just as I pass through the end of the tunnel I wake up in bed.
Then there were the flying ones. I could fly all over the place without any apparent effort on my part. No flapping arms or wings or whatever. Just turn my head where I wanted to go.
ReplyDeleteOften these dreams would suddenly go bad as I would lose control, plummeting, to find myself waking up laying on the floor next to my bed!
I think this is the gut that shot me in that one dream:
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And now he rulz the world....
ReplyDeleteis the gut that shot me
ReplyDeleteDang errant fingers...
And damn spell check for not realizing I meant to say guy!
I figgered it out! Thought at first you'd meant "gat".... :op
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