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Towards the end of the 90’s, I found myself in a castle on the west coast of Scotland, battering stacks of telephone directories, (remember them!) with a piece of heavy rubber hosepipe. I was on a rage workshop, designed to get you in touch with deep rage locked in the body, and move you through it. It worked, and was a powerful event. During one of my exhausting times on the mattress, being witnessed in my rage, I had an experience that took me by surprise.
As I screamed and shouted and hammered the pile of directories till confetti pieces floated in the air, all of a sudden I was out of my body, looking down on David exorcising his rage. From the vantage point above, I realised I was holding hands with Margaret and Eric, my parents in this life, both dead at the point, and the reason I was attending the rage workshop. They looked like happy, healthy, radiant versions of the people I knew. As we held hands, I saw them differently, as two of my greatest friends in all of Eternity. We stood, in whatever dimension we were in, in a triangle formation, looking at each other with deep appreciation and love. I understood that they had behaved in ways that I needed them to in order to help me reach the understandings I needed to access. They played their roles to perfection, and in a sense, sacrificed their very great potential in order to give me what I needed.
The experience profoundly impacted how I viewed life. I still had anger to deal with. That wasn’t wiped out, but I could never again blame them for for the life I had.
As I write this, I am back in the town I grew up in, the place of my birth. I am here on a retreat of sorts. A very quiet, inward time. The weather is spectacular, and I am out on the beaches and coastline, meditating with stones, and in woodlands, swimming and walking. All in places I frequented as a child.
This morning I woke early with some grumbling pain in my pelvis. I dropped in to do some energy work. Quickly, I moved through layers. Teenage angst, needing to fit in, abandoning myself to do so. It fell apart easily as I watched, and I dropped deeper. I found myself in a pre-verbal state. Energy had locked into my pelvis. Energy of strong resistance. I had made fundamental decisions not to show up for this life. As an infant I had decided I hated it here, and wasn’t going to stay. This layer was bubbling in my cells, like golden liquid, moving as I witnessed it, and I knew it was about to let go.
Half hour later, sitting in the morning sunlight, drinking tea, I had another profound meeting with the two who were my parents in that life. This time as shimmering fields of light, softly wrapped in a gauze like layer that was reminiscent of who they had been. Nothing was said. Just an understanding and a deep acceptance.
It was done. I fully accepted this life. Without reservation.
Sometimes, quite often actually, I am totally amazed at the multi-layered, multi-dimensional nature of our being. Decisions made early, valid decisions, based on harsh experience, can hold enormous power. The level of self-sabotage and crazy reluctance to incarnate that I have lived has been bewildering and quite extraordinary. Over many years I have whittled it down worn through the layers, and life has smoothed itself, become reasonably happy and productive.
We are in a major re-set point for much of humanity. The astrology of this time points to that. It isn’t a moment that you might miss, but it is this time we find ourselves in. Life moved me back to my point of birth for this time. As it drew closer, I felt its significance, and knew I needed it as a retreat. The work we did last week, in Being Held By The Earth, is a fundamental part of this reset and, in a very real sense, allows for my experience today.
How is this Reset Point showing up for you?
Are you able to show up for it?
I’m going to explore these energies in a teleconference. I’d love it if you joined me.
