I breathe in the fragrance of my herbs and flowers. I planted them. Miracle grew them. And now I am grown by them. They are my teachers, as everyone and everything is my teacher.
Between two big rocks, there can be very limited soil, so limited that the eyes cannot see, but a tiny little flow can grow out of it. Life! Fragile but forever strong. Forever beautiful that’s who I am.
There were many times in my sessions I felt at loss. Things didn’t go as I intended, or they didn’t go as my clients expected. There were many times a session twisted itself and I found myself delivering in a very different manner from what we anticipated. And then there were times a session became so fluid that I started to wonder where this was going to go.
I remembered at the beginning of our session, Nancy specifically said she wanted to release other people’s expectations of her, and the inner impression from others that says “your opinion doesn’t matter”. Maybe “power” means something completely different from the soul’s perspective. At one level, I almost felt apologetic to Nancy that the lifetime we went was so drama-less – like my client bought a ticket for a past life story, and I was not delivering a proper show.
One day, my 13-and-half-year-old client asked me, “Why does one unwanted thought stick in my head for long? Other good thoughts don’t?”
I found that a very genuine authentic observation, actually a very wise question. I had to think for a moment. And I answered him that the unreal thoughts have to be louder and stickier, to work harder to appear it’s real. What is real doesn’t have to be loud, because it is already real – that we hear it or not doesn’t change its reality.
It was such an ease to work with Victor. Some people have that aura. I felt it when we had a Skype consultation, where he told me what he was at crossroads. He’d had a successful career over the last twenty years making video games. But there was constant stress to meet aggressive deadlines, and he would work very intensively for stretches of time, only to be laid off when the projects were over.
This time, he started to hesitate. Should he go back to making games? He knew he could easily do so, although he had begun finding the work itself less fulfilling. Or should he do something new?
The year was 1907. Isabel lived in a small mountain house with her parents and three older brothers. Her father didn’t like her because she was a girl. “Girls are useless” her father would say. Her three brothers helped their father logging. The oldest brother took on the same attitude toward her as their father. Isabel only felt comfortable with her mother and two younger brothers.
Brenda’s Teardrop is her ego. The ego is the mind-made entity that consists of a bundle of thoughts that occur frequently. In the bundle of thoughts are all the things that we’ve identified with ourselves – job positions, relationships, accomplishments, disappointments, our successes and failures, what other people think of us, all those thoughts form in the mind. They come together and congregate in a bundle. These congregated bundles of recurring thoughts become the place where we derive our sense of self. It is a story-based entity – The Me and my story. And the story is called “My Life”. My life becomes a mental construct. The way we interpret memories.
I first got to know the number 666 and what it meant in the West in about 2014 when I went to the FaceBook page of some kind of Wellness or Health show in Vancouver. It just happened that I found myself to be the 666th liker of that page. I felt extremely lucky, so I posted a request on their page, asking for free admission for that show, just because I was the 666th person to like that page.