posted October 04, 2012 11:27 PM            

As I’ve shared elsewhere here, I’ve spent many years now healing my past lives. This has largely been on my own. I tried unsuccessfully to go to "professionals," a few times over the years, but the info just wasn’t meant to come out that way. …If I was patient, I always got at stuff on my own, anyway.

I did have one apparently successful regression with a practitioner, about five years ago, when I tapped into my life as a young boy, abused by his own father, and who then died young. This was I believe my most recent past life.

Then last December, I felt like finding a practitioner again. …As with the first regression, there is a tension caused by the conscious part of the mind wanting to judge everything that is coming up, and I wouldn’t claim I’ve ever had dramatic scenes erupt before my eyes or anything. So, I get what I can out of such things. I think your comfort with the process improves the more you do it, thus you are likely to get more from it.

This time, after taking me through the usual preparatory story to step down into a subconscious state, ending with something like “you are walking on a path, you step through a door…where are you?” …I was able to sense that I was in what felt like a forest. The practitioner eventually asked me to look down and look at my shoes. …That is when I exclaimed with surprise, “I’m little!” I sensed I had little shoes of some sort on--literally elfish, pointy shoes. (As this went on, a sense of something roughly like the Travelocity garden gnome stayed in my mind.) I then sensed that I was standing inside of the base of a tree. I would sense my height to be about 1 ½ - 2 feet tall. So, the empty tree cavity I was in was perhaps 2 ½ - 3 feet in diameter, internally.

The forest was old-growth, with mostly very tall (or at least it seemed that way to little me!) trees, with very little lower foliage on them. The dense canopy way above meant little in the way of smaller plants or shrubs on the ground. It felt to me like it could have been a medieval European forest. As she asked the gnome questions, I answered, yet I was consciously also outside of the gnome. He was pretty solitary. He was aware there were others of his kind, but there was no family or clan of gnomes he belonged to, if there even were such relationships. He was peaceful and content in his position, which felt like simply being a part of the energy of the forest….”holding” the energy, if you will.

His answers were in gentle sighs, as if none of the questions seemed terribly important to him, as none of the concerns and anxieties of humankind did. …I started crying at this point, I think sensing some strange gratitude at finally striking an apparently peaceful lifetime. …He seemed simple, yet wise in this simplicity. As I tuned in to his perspective, I indeed felt sadness about how burdened human existence is--all the lifetimes spent chasing after…what?

She asked if he had any powers, and I sensed that he could zip around pretty instantaneously. I sensed that he was invisible to humans, at least. Not sure if other animals could see him.

The only drama I felt was a recollection of a moment in his life when a human foot came down right in front of his face--a quickly moving person, perhaps pulling a wooden handcart, I felt. I think he wasn’t paying attention, or something. I don’t know—could he have indeed been “killed” if he got stomped on? I just know he felt quite startled.

posted October 08, 2012 10:34 AM            

I am recently reading Dolores Cannon's Book Three of her Convoluted Universe series of books. ...Compared to the strange things people are recounting in this book, being a gnome is rather mundane. ...People recall experiences as a worm who falls with a leaf off a tree and into a stream; as large insect-like beings, that another species regards as unintelligent yet who are silently gathering data and are indeed very aware; as a type of artificial intelligence in a robot-like body, created by another species.... All kinds of things. In all cases our soul, some part of our awareness, is indeed present, feeling, thinking and aware on some level.

It is really a shift in one's perspective to get to this point, of acknowledging that there is indeed sentience--soul--in everything ....plants, rocks, planets ...air even!

posted October 09, 2012 02:09 PM            

What cultures or area of the world are you attracted to? What types of clothing? Are you drawn to the seaside? Forests? Mountains? Plains? Desert? Tropical? Colder or warmer climates? Certain types of dwellings you are attracted to?

Certain religions or spiritual practices you seem more comfortable with, or simply sympathetic towards, that wouldn't be explained by having learned about it in this life?

Are you drawn to any types of weaponry? Swords/ guns/costumes from a certain era? Certain battles or wars that intrigue you?

...And if you want to dive in to more therapeutic regions:

Do you have any extreme *unfounded* fears? ...Of heights? Bridges? Planes? Fire? Water? Snakes/Insects/Other animals? Confining spaces? Having something around your neck (such as a tie, scarf, or turtleneck shirt)? ...Or of being "stabbed in the back?" We've all undoubtedly suffered some unpleasant deaths along our journey.

...Nothing comes from nothing. That is, those feelings of familiarity (or aversion) towards certain things had to start somewhere. Trust whatever comes up for you. If you are *ready* to sense something, you will.

posted October 10, 2012 05:36 AM            

I DISLIKE:
Hippies (the obvious new-agey looking type)
Geminis (even before I found out they were Geminis)
Sunday evenings
Cars, motorbikes, roundabouts

More to follow...at work at the moment! Got a deadline.