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Be Careful What You Say!

Something I’ve been thinking about lately is the power of language, and how our use of particular words or phrases can say a lot about the way in which we view our world, indeed many would say that our words create our reality. So if you are constantly saying, “I can’t afford it”, then you are telling yourself that there is never enough and that you can’t have all the things that you want or need in your life, whether we are talking about luxuries or necessities the message is the same.

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That is a relatively straight forward idea, but where I have always had difficulty is in finding alternative ways of describing my situation, before you can change yourself there has to be acceptance of what is, and so talking about the Rolls Royce you are going to buy when your budget doesn’t extend to even a second-hand bomb seems a bit airy fairy. So you could say, as an alternative, “That isn’t currently in my budget”, which implies that when the time is right that it will be, it still doesn’t feel quite honest to me which probably says a lot about the strength of my beliefs around not being supported!

From a great blog called "Baggage Reclaim", check it out: http://www.baggagereclaim.co.uk/change-the-meaning-change-the-feeling/

From a great blog called “Baggage Reclaim”, check it out: http://www.baggagereclaim.co.uk/change-the-meaning-change-the-feeling/

So I’m going to give this a committed focus and see what happens, I’m meditating every day and going into my temple to heal myself and to create the amazing new life that is trembling upon the brink of my old reality. As a prelude to the meditation I’m using EFT to clear the resistance and in that process I am very much accepting and loving myself exactly as I am, so I think I’m doing ok with the accept things the way that they are bit.  The next step is to bring extreme mindfulness into my daily interactions as well as watching my self-talk for signs of the old belief patterns that are on the way out.

Another great blog from Gabrielle Bernstein: http://gabbyb.tv/vlogging/how-to-feel-more-supported

Another great blog from Gabrielle Bernstein: http://gabbyb.tv/vlogging/how-to-feel-more-supported

The new reality that is emerging is getting stronger and stronger inside of me, by behaving according to that picture I will strengthen the images I am giving to my brain about the way things are in my world. And it’s very important not to give too much focus to anything that doesn’t support this vision, even as I deal sensibly with my current reality in each and every moment. It’s a balancing act that will be a most interesting challenge, and I look forward to telling you all about the stunning results that will come flooding in as I change my world forever!

So be it, so be it, so be it………………………….

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Trust In The Moment.

Trust would have to be one of the biggies, I keep coming back to it over and over again. Especially for me, trust around being supported, that all my needs will be met and that I deserve to receive abundance on every level of my being. A day at market where I have no customers really tests that sense of being prosperous. My market family gives me so very much in so very many ways, it does help me to trust, but the little niggle keeps niggling away somewhere deep in the core.

Perhaps its time to set up a rig and go drilling for that seed of doubt, of uncertainty and fear. Release that from this organic system and it will be like releasing water from a dam, abundance will come pouring out and that is the key to allowing myself to receive what has been heralded from all directions. The message keeps coming in loud and clear, if there is sabotage going on here it can only be self-inflicted.

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St Germaine always used to say, there are no victims only volunteers! In that case I’m going to volunteer to be the architect of my own harvest time, to reap the ripe crop born of darkness transformed into light and love. I AM the person I’ve been waiting for, the heroine rescuing herself from all the drama, the melodrama of life lived beneath a Scorpio moon. Not that I’m complaining about that moon of mine, it may give me grief at times, but it also intensifies the joy and gives me passion and discipline. Live life to the full, that’s my motto, time for the next phase………..

scunnert-nation.blogspot.com

scunnert-nation.blogspot.com

Oh and by the way, I had a lovely day at the market, and the business all happened at the very end and so my trust and enjoyment of the moment paid off, thank the Goddess, I truly am looked after, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude………..love, love, love………….

Check out this short video showing the economic cost of low trust, the figures are mind boggling! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MFlIgNesNM0

Painful Birth.

I was very mindful now as I inched my way across the mini waterfall, it was very slippery and I only had one slightly damaged arm to help me along. The end of the walk should have been a relief but I was in a lot of pain, and there was still the hike out through rugged country to manage. We lit a fire and then I discovered that I hadn’t wrapped my things very well and my clothes were all wet, we hung things up to dry and I wore borrowed clothes. There was food but by this time the pain was so intense I felt nauseous and couldn’t eat a thing.

We contemplated staying the night there but I decided that I would prefer to try to get back to the house, so I put on my damp jeans and we began what for me had become one of the most arduous journeys of my life. The pain was incredibly intense, almost unbearable and it took an enormous effort of will to keep putting one foot in front of the other. I focused on my breath and began to breathe my pain into the embrace of Mother Earth, without that connection and support I don’t think I could have made it back.

Eventually I got back to the house which was full of beautiful people, many of them healers, who surrounded me with love and support. Even through my immense pain, I was beginning to understand that in walking the birth canal I had almost literally relived my own birth. I was induced, drugged and ripped out with forceps, then taken away from my mother for at least 24 hours, so it was an incredibly traumatic experience.

The difference this time was in the support around me, someone insisted on driving  me to the nearest hospital, all they did was give me some pain killers but it was lovely to have all these people looking out for me. Most of them I hardly knew and yet here was all this love pouring out to me. I felt that I was rewriting my program around my birth, not something I would recommend to my clients but that was what I chose to create so it helped to start making sense out of it.

I am reborn!

I am reborn!

Almost at the end of this tale, join me tomorrow for the final installment!

Feeling The Fear.

I’m standing at the graveside and my watcher helps me to climb down into my waiting tomb, I lie myself down and he places the wooden cover over the top completely sealing me in. The last light of the dusk disappears immediately and I am enveloped by a darkness deeper than any that I have ever known. Above me I can hear the sounds of the earth being shovelled on top of the wood so that I am surrounded entirely by the earth, there is air coming in and I can see the faintest tinge of light from that, but before too long night has come in its fullness and I am left in this small space.

There is just enough room to turn myself around as I try to find a comfortable way of lying down, worrying about the best way to do this is a welcome distraction from the incipient terror that is lurking in the depths of my being. I’m talking to myself about how important it is to keep my spine straight so that the energy can flow and I can go into a deep meditative space, when I begin to notice a deep chuckle just beyond the scope of my physical ears. It’s Mother Earth laughing at my silliness, and I can hear her saying, “It doesn’t matter how you lie, I will always be here to support you, do whatever you want my child.”

So I let go of all that mind stuff and I lay back and allowed myself to feel the fear that was running through my body, it was incredibly intense and it would have been so easy to let it take over and ask to be let out. But I was determined to last the distance, and I remembered one of the men saying that he handled the fear by doing deep yogic breathing, in through the belly, the middle of the chest and right up into the top, then back down again. As I did this I began to notice myself separating from the fear, it was still moving through my body at a rate of knots, but I was no longer attached to it.

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For the first time in my life I truly understood the meaning of non-attachment, as I became the observer the thing that I was watching began to shift and eventually the fear was gone, and in its place a deep sense of peace. That was an important lesson that has been an invaluable ally to me in the years since and I think it is no accident that I am writing about it now. I’ve noticed in these intense shifts that I have been experiencing that I sometimes tend to go a bit unconscious while things are moving through me, time to sharpen my focus and be the observer.

For the conclusion to this story tune into my next post!