There’s No Place Like Home

f6q73qsabtpdzfxbm4eaOr How I Met My Money Guide.

I know this is going to sound weird but you should be used to that from me by now.  😉

The first time I explored meeting my money guide through hypnosis I didn’t see much.  An ethereal being was reaching out to me and I couldn’t grasp her hand.  That first experience showed me how the Universe is trying to assist me but I was still unable to receive it.

During that session I worked through some blocks and when I tried the hypnosis again Glenda the good witch from The Wizard of Oz showed up!  Crazy fun right?

I’ve been working with her for about two weeks now and I can see how she is helping me.  Her guidance seems to be in the form of inspiration.  I have many new ideas on how to expand my business.  I look forward to following through on these new ideas and pull them into form.

She also helps me with fear.  Ever since the election I can feel all the economic anxiety that is vibrating on the planet.  We simply do not yet know how things will unfold with our newly elected leaders.  She waves her magic wand and reminds me that “There’s no place like home.”  Home is the quiet place at the center of my being.  Home is my heart.  Home is my breath.  There is no fear when I am home.
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If you would like to meet your personal money guide I can help.  You can contact me at della@innerpeacemovementstudio.com  or  you can find out more about me at my website here.

Swallowing Rocks – A Body Love Tale

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As I lay on the massage table I started to drift.  Images began to float in my mind.  I knew I was tapping into something profound so I simply followed where the images led.  I saw myself walking towards a pond.  I was dressed in clothing from the 1700’s.  There were people gathered round.  This was the time of the witch hunts and they had come to witness my death.   I had been made to swallow rock after rock until I could barely move.

I was forced to walk into the pond where I quickly sank to the bottom and drowned.  From my observers position I could tell that when I died my spirit did not leave my body.  I was stuck there surrounded by water weighted down for eternity.

I knew that I could aid this me that was trapped in that pond so I went in to help her.  I told her to look at her body as it decayed and all that was left were bones.  When she looked down at herself she could see that there was no more flesh to hold the rocks in place and she was able to be free.  She went off to where ever it is that spirits go when they die.

When I got off the massage table I felt lighter.  I was curious about what I had seen so when I got home I started researching the Burning Times to see if witches were killed by being forced to swallow rocks and then drowned.  I couldn’t find any evidence of that particular method of elimination so am not sure if was a past life of mine or not.

I decided to look at the images as if I were interpreting a dream. I started with the metaphor of swallowing rocks.  All of my life I have had extreme self-loathing around my belly.  It is not an ugly belly.  In fact it is rather a charming belly.  Yet, I have always been ashamed of its shape and size.  It has never made any logical sense to me as to why I would feel that way.  I never really got teased about my body when I was younger.  At least, not any more than anyone else has.  And, I’ve always been blessed by the men in my life adoring my body.  So where does that self loathing come from?  I do not know . . . Yet, this metaphor of swallowing rocks resonated with the answer.

I have always felt heavy even at my lightest weight.  I am actually 20 pounds heavier than I was 2 years ago and I am more comfortable in my body now then I was then.  But the breaking down of my self into body parts has always been ever present.  You may be familiar with looking in the mirror and only seeing your ass, or your thighs, or like me, your belly.  I could never see the whole me.

The rocks in this metaphor represent something (beliefs?) that hold me down.  The rocks keep me from being fully in my power.  A woman’s belly is her seat of power.  We create life within our bellies.  When we disown our bellies we deny our Creator Self.  Water in dream symbology is often interpreted as emotions.  Here I am weighted down and drowning in emotions, not able to free my spirit, not able to create, or be free to express my witchy self.  My unconscious was believing all of this and it was seeping through into my conscious state.  It would rear its ugly head at the best of times in my life.  When ever I am feeling great I would get distracted with these body issues.  There would be this buzzing that I would hear that would tell me my belly was fat or unattractive.

This memory shifted the feeling of heaviness that I have carried for my entire life.  I feel lighter now.  I still wish my belly were flatter but it doesn’t seem so distorted as it once did.  When I look in the mirror I see my whole self rather than parts.  I see. . .  Me.

I sense this memory was able to come to the surface because of all the past life regression work I have been doing with myself and others.  The massage brought me into a trance state where my unconscious could reveal itself.  If you would like to do some past life exploration with my help you can find out how here.

Never Again Will I Let You Go

Clinging-girlfriendThat’s the vow I made in a past life to the man I was in relationship for the past year and a half in this life.

I made that vow a very long time ago.  Long before I met him this time around.  I recently went through training to be certified in hypnosis.  Because I was the only student in this training we could focus on the topics that most interested me.  Past Life Regression was at the top of the list.

The beautiful Madonna Kettler, my hypnosis trainer, brought me through a past life regression so I could understand the experience more fully.  We went into the regression with the intention that I would gain more understanding as to why I was struggling to let this man go.  Past Life Regression can help one gain insight into current unconscious patterns that can show up to sabotage our lives.

During this regression I saw that this man and I were farmers in Ireland during the Iron Age.  We were twin brothers and were very close.  Being twins in another life explained to me why I felt so connected to him.  In our life in Ireland he died of an infection and two days later I hung myself because I could not bear to live without him.  That was when I swore that we would be together again and that I would never again let him go.

In this life we broke up at the beginning of this year.  We decided to stay friends but he slowly stopped taking my calls and I never heard from him again.  It felt very much like a death.  My grief was like nothing I had ever experienced before.  I would do really well for a little while and then the grief would start all over again.

After this regression I had a sense of peace and understanding of why I felt so strongly about this man.  I could finally let go. . . or so I thought.  The next morning my grief was more intense than ever!  I reached out to him yet again asking him if we could still be friends and he, again, did not respond. I kept hoping that his non-response was a maybe.  What ever his reasons he wasn’t able to give me the closure I wanted and felt I needed to move on.  I had to do this on my own.

That vow I made to not let him go has been my prison.  It has kept me grieving and still longing for connection with this man.  I went out into the woods and talked to some of my favorite trees and asked for help letting go.  I knew i needed to break the vow I made so long ago.  It was keeping us both trapped in a prison of attachment.  I could not fully move forward in my life unless I did this.  So, I set my intention, and asked for help in letting go from my Nature Spirit Helpers.

I didn’t magically let go with a walk in the woods.  Yet, that intention did bring me to getting another regression.  This final regression helped me to understand even more fully the connection with this man and gave me the tools to release him.  I feel free this time.

Not everyone believes in past lives.  It doesn’t really matter because healing can still occur regardless of that belief.  My unconscious was holding onto a pattern that was keeping me stuck.  Even if I made all of this up, my imagination is helping me to see through metaphor how to heal.  That is the beauty of past life regression.  It makes the unconscious conscious and once that occurs we no longer need to be trapped by our unconscious behaviors.

Having this experience helped me make sense as to why I was grieving as long as I did.  It also showed me why I had been unable to move on.  I am now a certified hypnotist and am looking forward to helping many others find the answers they seek.  Whether that be through past life remembrance, metaphor or symbology, this technology is a great way to tap into our unconscious for health, healing, and wholeness.  You can find out more here.