10. november 2016
9.-10.november
Kui Indiga muusikakoolist koju sõitsime, mängis Volts Retroehvemmis seda: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QaL51pYn4uQ Michael Jacksoni Heal the World pani mu enda siblimised järsku täiesti teise valgusse. Me tervendamegi Maad – juhe- ja tihendhaaval. Tegu- ja laulhaaval. Ja kui ennast koos juhtmetega korrastame, tõuseb vibratsioon nii, et asjad asetuvad paika.
Eile tulid autasuks ustava Teenimise eest head uudised Heldur Petersonilt ja Sirje Endre kirjastuselt. Täna parandasime metsataadiga, väimees telefonil, jooturi tihendid – edaspidi oskan ise. Sellega on Islandi suursaatkond suletud – geisrid-värgid vaikinud. Seda sooritust assisteerinud hobunad – kõik ringis ümber metsataadi – mis teed? – tuduvad puhastes boksides, mille rööbiti planeedi tervendamisega puhtaks kühveldasin.
Bokse desitafitseerides oli külm higi seljas – viimastel päevadel on analüüsimisel kodeeritud hurmurid. Inimesed, kelle programmeerimiseks töötavad terved instituudid, kes on nii karismaatilised, et tekitavad ajupehmendava obsessiooni kõigile, kellega kokku puutuvad – kes püüavad koodist vabaneda, ent manipuleeritavatena osutuvad inglikeppijateks. Ja samavõrd, kui nad kõiki teisi halvustavad-kahtlustavad-naeruvääristavad, jäävad nad ise eluliste harjutustega jänni. Minul oli kärutäishaaval üha uus pusletükk paigas, nagu ikka – analüüs, emotsioon – tiba enesehaletsust, viha – sellest läbikaevamine, rahu – järgmine teema, uus kärutäis – selline sitasõelumine pole üldse – aga ei peagi olema ju. Ilmselt on meil Mustrimuutjate Fatimaga mõlemal ülesanne need koodid lahti muukida. Miks muidu nii talle kui mulle ridamisi noid programmeerituid teele saadetakse. Töövihikuülesanneteks.
Põhiteema, mis mulle nende inimeste energiasse minne külma higi ja minestuseelse seisundi tõi, on kodeeritud inimeste haavatavus – nad on reeglina altid sõltuvustele – kellel alko, kellel töönarkomaania-rahamaania… Nende kõrgem mina karjub appi, aga kuna koodid on nii jõuliselt peal, on nende kõigi ühisnimetus INGLIKEPPIJAD.
Nende ülihoogsate puhastamiste ja vabastamiste aegadel tundub alati, et eile oleks olnud otsekui eelmises elus. Eile hommikul kehitasin õlgu – ja mis siis, et mu vanadaamide ravi ajaks antud asendusauto kojamehed ei tööta ja juhiust tuleb käega kinni hoida, kui üle tee vudib enam kui paarkümmend põldpüüdlit!
Ja mis siis, et oled olnud alma mater vampiirikooslustele, keda tänu peentele koodidele otsekui pimedusega-lööduna ära ei tunne – kuni nad jänni jäänuna loobuvad ja põgenevad. Ühinevad luuseritega, kelle üle enne üle jõu käivat pürgimust irvitasid. Ka teisi ei saa kanapimeduse ja nende katsumuste-kogemuste eest kaitsta. Ja ikkagi ma loodan, et õpime Fatimaga rööbiti koode murdma. Sadade inimeste hüvanguks.
Igaühel oma meetod – nii Brandon Bays kui Hether Matthews aina saadavad kirju. Rännaku-mansade postitused on kooskõlas Kreet Rosina eneseväärtustamise raamatuga:
It’s the younger you here.
Your sad, perhaps forgotten, inner child.
That kid YOU who grew up without having a chance to say how they feel or how they’re really doing.
(hint: I’m NOT ok)
And, I know that it’s perhaps strange that I’m reaching out to you like this.
But you’ve left me no choice,
we need to talk……
you’ve been ignoring my cries for help for far too long.
Like how I’ve been……
… giving you that runny nose, headaches, insomnia and other “subtle” signs in your body
… causing you to feel anxious, depressed, not good enough and lonely
… scaring away your romantic partners (or leaving them confused and angry)
I thought by doing these things, you’d finally pay attention to me.
But no…
Instead, you tried to fit into everyone else’s idea of who you should be.
You tried to be a “nice person” at the cost of ignoring your own inner truth.
You paid even MORE attention to what others expected of you instead of being real with yourself and them.
As far as I’m concerned, you are already everything that you need to be.
So while you’ve been putting all your efforts into trying to look fine on the outside…
…I’ve been sitting here feeling worse and worse.
I mean…. WAKE UP!
What really has to happen in your life before you finally start paying attention?
It makes me so desperate that you’ve ignored the subtle signs in your life for so long.
Do you really have to go through these ups and downs on a regular basis?
Do you need a major wake up call to finally start paying attention?
It’s really not that hard to allow yourself to feel and finally let go of this past crap you’ve been ignoring for so long.
I am still part of you. That hurt that you never expressed, the brave face you put on when you were terrified, the anger that you swallowed…
(yes, i’m still a part of you)
And, with just ONE Journey process (the kind that Brandon is offering at the Wake Up Call), we could easily:
* Give you the confidence to shine like the bright light that you are, open your heart and show the world your many unique gifts
* Remove the internal barriers creating disconnection and inner criticism and truly connect with that inner strength we used to have as a child
* Release the repetitive negative emotions that drain you and cause so much drama in your life – leaving you feeling lighter and freer
* Access the stored pain inside that you’ve been ignoring and let it go for good
Look. It’s not that much to ask.
I love you.
And together we’ve got this.
We can fully let go of whatever is holding us back and be free to be who we really are.
But you need to meet me halfway.
Help me help you
In less than a week Brandon is hosting a live annual Global Gathering where she will guide you and thousands of others through an inner clearing session.
It’s completely free, and is offered only once a year so missing out would really suck.
I’m sharing this because I need this. Okay? I need this.
WE need this.
It’s about time we woke up to who we really are.
Why wait for things to go majorly wrong before we make a shift.
We can make peace and become friends again. We can get real.
But only if you show me you care.
With love,
Your Younger You
PS: Wow, I’ve missed you! It’s been nice reconnecting. I really have so much to say…and I hope you’ll give me a chance this coming Sunday. All this time we’ve spent apart – I knew you had not fully forgotten me. I’m still here. Let’s talk.
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