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Finding Buddha

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Do you ever ask ‘who am I’ or ‘why am I here, what is my purpose’ or any number of questions that might establish what an earth we are doing here? I know that a lot of people don’t, many are more concerned with the everyday, how much money they have or where they are going on their summer vacation, but it’s a question I’ve always asked, it fascinates me.

I believe the purpose of life is to find ourselves, mature along our spiritual path, find our true selves and that is not the self we create in this body. I believe it is in realising ourselves, our real identity and inner spirit that is our ultimate goal here, to find ourselves in this labyrinth we call life.

We create personalities based on our experience of life, environment, relationships and the things that happen to us along the way. I believe we have travelled many lives and therefore inhabited many different personalities but there is a true self that travels with us, a self separate from the ego, yet often out of reach.

When I ask who am I, it is because I am questioning what I am outside of the ego, outside of life. I’m looking for my spirit, the one that travels through time, space, thought and lifetimes. This body I’m travelling in now is just a vessel, it holds my spirit while I’m here, but that’s all. If I wasn’t in this body I think I would still be here but in a different form, a purer, more knowing form maybe.

I practice past life regression, I’ve been regressed a number of times now and regress others and one thing I have found interesting in all of these regressions I have never found myself knowing who I am. I have never regressed anyone else to a point in their past life where they felt they had the answers. I still hope to find myself somewhere knowing more than I do now but I’m not sure it’s possible. Maybe we keep coming back until we find ourselves and then maybe move on elsewhere, if this is the school of life maybe we move onto university on another astral plane. Some of the personality traits, fears and beliefs come from past life experiences and it’s useful to recognise and understand these to release blocks we might have now.

I have never heard of a regression therapist finding Buddha or anyone else like that, usually we are just normal everyday people, please let me know if you know any better. I was a doctor once, I found myself after on the internet, I looked exactly the same as during my regression and the story was the same yet I didn’t know any more about life. I might have had a fantastic brain when it came to medicine but I didn’t know any more about myself. Those people who think they might have been Cleopatra or Nelson usually just lived in that era and probably never met them, the recollection of the past life is just connected to the time and not the figure.

I also practice future life progression (FLP) but I have only ever wanted to move forward in this actual life, I haven’t wanted to explore lives ahead, not just yet anyway.  I think FLP is a great tool in helping us see our way forward, I think we can bring things back that help us get there quicker and understand the way but for me this life is enough at the moment.  I have witnessed and taken others forward to future lives, one guy described being able to communicate telepathically and travel by thinking he was there, it is fascinating but not for me yet. You see a small part of me believes that if I find myself in the future it will mean I’m still searching for meaning. I’m not suggesting that I think for one moment I will understand all there is here, reach enlightenment and never have to come back but I’m hoping I’ll get closer.

I have moments of awakening, in my dreams, in meditation and on walks through nature but then the ego steps in and says ‘oh no you don’t’! I’m hoping to get there at some point, I’m hoping to get closer to knowing who I am but for now I’m just on the cusp.

Daily Prompt – Cusp

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Meaningless

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I don’t want my life to be meaningless, how many times have we heard that, but it’s true, I don’t. Then what is meaningless and to who does it mean nothing? I think every life must mean something, even those we can’t find the meaning in.

I’m a regression therapist, well that’s one of the things I do. Because of this, I realise I’m more than the person I am today, I am everybody I have ever been. That helps with the ego a bit because it’s not all about me, the person I am today, it’s about those other parts of me stored in my subconscious. Everyone I have ever been or might be is with me now, I know that’s hard to get your head around.  My soul has travelled, it’s learnt and spent time on many a meaningless pursuit.

When I was regressed a few years back, I visited several lives, my favourite a doctor who kept a journal of his findings, I loved him. Then there was this one woman I saw, it was me, I had no time for her, I didn’t like her because she had wasted her life, it had been meaningless. Now as I think about her today, was it so meaningless if my visiting her, helped me see I wanted a purpose in this life.  Interesting isn’t it, can we waste a life to help another, now there’s a thought!

Daily Prompt – Meaningless

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Visiting the Past

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Do you travel back in time in your day dreams, do you ever visit your memories?

Memories are often precious because of the experience of feelings within them. The feelings of love, laughter and safety being the most powerful memories for me. When I think back on my life, the most prevalent memories I pull out are of laughter and love, the feelings of being loved and cared for and among friends and family.

I’ve had my ups and downs in life like anyone else, but the memories from those bad times are never as powerful as those of the good. For me I view the more difficult periods of my life in a detached state, I observe what was happening but don’t associate with the feelings as I survived them, they won’t occur again at least not in the same way because I have learnt from them. But to view those happier moments I’m back there, I step right in, I’m loved and laughing, I get every one of the feelings as if I am reliving the event.

I can close my eyes and walk back into my childhood home and feel as loved and safe as I ever was, when I do my mum is still alive, I can speak to her, smell her and hold her. I usually find myself sitting at the kitchen table and watching her as she cooks, at other times we might be on one of our long walks.  Sometimes these dreams are so real it is as if I have crossed time, I observe the most intricate details, things I might have forgotten spring back into mind.

I can also see myself, if I try, desolate and lost after my husband left me, standing in a field in Spain, but as I look back, I’m looking towards the future across that field. On going back to what was at the time a painful experience, I take the knowledge with me that I survived and moved on, it was for the best and meant to be. So while the love never dies and can be captured at any moment the pain does in fact fade.

I can step into any moment because it is all part of me, I don’t hesitate, I know where I’m going. For me it only takes a slight change, a mediative or altered state to get there.

We can shudder at the thought of some of those more difficult events but are they the same as those wonderful memories? I bet if you give it a go, close your eyes and reconnect I think you’ll find that the good floats far more easily to the surface.

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Where would you go?

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Imagine if there really was no such thing as time, everything was and is happening at this precise moment in some form and you could go anywhere, where would you go? If I could take you somewhere, back in the past or into the future, where would it be?  A past life maybe, somewhere to perhaps remember the lessons of that life or into the future to see where you might end up in say five or ten years or even into a future life.  Wouldn’t it be interesting, maybe we would recognise each other in another form or those we know today?

I went for regression therapy myself after my mother died, I couldn’t come to terms with her death and was in a state of grief. It had always been something mum wanted to do herself, on her bucket list so to speak so I thought I’d give it a go myself.  I was taken back in this life, taken just a short while back and then further to the point of my mothers death.  This might sound morbid but it was something I couldn’t allow into my thoughts, I was I suppose in a state of denial. Seeing it again, or rather viewing it from another point of existence sort of made it real for me, I cried buckets as you can imagine but I accepted her death.  I went back further to a teenager, oh how I felt sorry for that poor girl, know all know nothing I think the term is, I loved her anyway, I think she needed that.  I went back to being a toddler, felt the enormous love of my mother and to a baby in the womb listening to my dad sing.  This might seem far fetched to those that won’t allow their minds to travel this way but to me it was cathartic and healing.  Even if my body was just lying on that couch, my mind was able to expand, travel and heal.

I travelled back through other lifetimes, some of no interest, I looked on detached from what I saw.  One woman, who I believed I was, I had no time for, she was bitter and twisted and had wasted her life.  I experienced her as an old woman and felt there was not much else for her to do with that life but die and try again in another life.  I found myself as a doctor in one life, looking at my shoes I was amazed to find myself as a man, he is my favourite so far, he kept a journal of his findings and died with the journal open next to him on the bed.  Would you believe I found him the next day on the internet, he looked exactly the same and when I read about him it was the same as I had learnt during the session, mind blowing!

So what can we get from past lives, I think lots of lessons.  As much as I loved the doctor, loved the fact he wrote and was passionate about his lives work, I also understood his loneliness, he had sacrificed family, never marrying or having children being married to his work.  I learnt from him about balance, to be committed to your work might be wonderful but make room for love.  In this life as much as my career has been important, never more than my love for my family and friends, they will always come out on top.

Recently I’ve been into the future, or the best possible future to how I’m living today.  I’ve been forward five and ten years and it’s fascinating.  I can see potential and possibility, it has given me, above all, hope.  I’ve trained as a Past Life Regression and Future Life Progression (FLP) practitioner now, another tool for my box of tricks and I’m having fun experimenting with my new found skills. If I can help people see possibilities then that has to be good.

I think both the past and future can help us make sense of the present, I think we can understand the lessons in this life that sometimes seem pointless or cruel.  I can see why some people appear to have it all and others nothing at all but do believe in balance as in some way or another, life or lives will even out.

This post is not in any way meant to offend, I’m not pushing any beliefs on anyone as I believe being present in the moment every bit as important, I’m just curious and for me I’ve found these therapies helpful in making sense of now.  So if you could go anywhere in time, where would it be?

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Meeting Me

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Today I met myself on my way down the hill.  I was retracing my steps and thinking about where I could have gone wrong on the way.  I’m not sure if I was unconsciously trying to find myself or if we just bumped into each other by accident, but it happened as destiny does.

Both rounded the corner at exactly the same time, it was as if the planets were aligned.  I was preoccupied and lost in thought and she was in a hurry to meet him. The moment stretched like an elastic band, pulled and ready to burst.  I saw her touch herself to make sure she was still there. We were both surprised, her more than me I think as surprises lessen as life goes on.

I studied her, the fresh face, the thick, dark curly hair and the air of excitement that she carried. She was in love, it was not long after they had met and she still wore that look of nervous expectation.  I remembered the day well, today the relationship would be sealed.  I looked and remembered how long it had taken her to decide what to wear, I also knew what she had in her overstuffed handbag.  I smiled, I wanted to tell her he wasn’t really worth it, that in the end she would find she didn’t really know him but I couldn’t do that, she would have to find that out herself. She would have ten years of happiness with him anyway, well most of it happy and she would have our beautiful child. I envied her the opportunity to hold our baby once more, the freedom and the life she had in front of her.  She had so many choices to make, so many experiences to grab. I thought back to the day when I had been standing in her shoes and tried to look out of her eyes and find myself, I must have missed this moment last time.  Funny how many things we miss as we rush through life getting to our destination.

A thought jumped into my mind, if she hadn’t seen me when we were here before, what else could change, what if she made different choices. I wanted to know what would happen if she changed the course of events that brought me here now, where would I be if anything changed.  I looked down at myself and prayed I wouldn’t dissolve into nothingness.  I wanted to tell her how to do it right, how to keep me alive, but I knew I couldn’t. I didn’t even remember all of it, life was a whirl back then, full of ups and downs. I wanted to tell her it would be okay, that the tears of her lessons would dry and she would realise that she had her whole life before her.  I wanted her to meet him, he was a big stepping stone to our future, but again I stayed silent.

She looked at me, my thinning hair, dyed to hide to the inevitable grey and extra pounds I carried.  She was such a willow of a girl if only she knew how beautiful she was, if she could only see the light that shone out.  I thought of a number of outfits I could have put on today that might have left a better impression, I didn’t want to scare her.  I imagine she thought I had let myself go and I wanted to tell her how hard it was to remain slim, I wanted to let her know I was only a size 10/12 after all not that much bigger in the scheme of things, just softer in places.  I didn’t utter a word, just stood a little taller and pulled tight on what was left of my stomach muscles. She had a cigarette in her hand and I knew another twenty Marlborough Red in her bag at least, I desperately wanted a drag.  I hadn’t smoked now in years but that moment I was a smoker again.

I thought of what I could tell her, asked myself what lessons she needed, but realised she would probably laugh, after all I was as old as our mum now and when did she ever listen to mum.  I wanted to tell her about all the people that she shouldn’t waste her time on and those that would be with her all the way.  I wanted to tell her how her family were truly her real friends, but she would have to find that out herself. In fact she would have to find it all out herself, as that is what would take her up the hill I had just walked down from. I understood, that it is the challenges that are before her, that will mould her and create the me of today and I couldn’t help her with any of it.

Neither of us had spoken, we just stood transfixed staring at each other in that moment. I smiled gently at her and without a word I walked away. I hoped that my smile conveyed the love I had for her, the love that I had for myself.

I didn’t turn around as I walked back up the hill again, I knew at some stage she would follow me.