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Journey into the Shadows: Transitions

There’s a common thread between all the glitches I’ve experienced in my life the last couple weeks: INABILITY TO SUSTAIN THE RESULT. Often, when I obtain what I’ve wanted or worked for, the enthusiasm for the project drops off, leaving me chomping at the bit for a new adventure. Right now my project is the Program; I am determined to resolve it completely.

At times I seem to forget that even though the Program’s root may be cut and I may not act out from the pattern of the program every minute, it still exists in my cells and they communicate to one another through neurons. Because I haven’t finished building the new neural neighborhood and don’t want to be homeless, I go back to my old house. Part of me believes that I am strong enough to venture into old territory without succumbing, yet before the new neighborhood is built, I am tempted to refurnish the old one.

The last couple weeks I put it to the test in several ways; 1) by inviting old friends back into my life; 2) choosing to handle a long-term plumbing issue which can only be repaired by people I have never been able to trust; and 3) overtly putting myself in front of a magazine of angry old bullets that I was unsuccessful in dodging. I was injured a couple times in this process which reduced the strength I had stored, making it more challenging to meet the wave of desire that washed over me. Before I knew it, I was back in my old house again, surrounded by angst, struggling to get out.

For some, these repeat patterns come about with any variety of transitions; graduations, day to day business, weight loss, exercise programs, recovery from addictions, new friends, marriage or any relationship upgrades, buying a house or car, birth of a child and more. In all these situations we first recognize a desire, work toward an end point, and once the goal is reached, some of us are left feeling empty, worn out, in the unknown, uncertain of the next step. It is here, at the so-called end point, that our tenure is challenged and we often defrock ourselves rather harshly.

It’s easy to see in someone with a recurring drug addiction, and much more elusive in a traditional, everyday piece of life.

Some of us crave the excitement of the process, the struggle, the uphill battle, and that’s what drives us. Others feel like fish out of water in their new constructs, desperate for familiar seas. Most of us want the comfort of the energy stains on our old walls and carpet. In essence, we’re lazy and can’t find the inner motivation to cover the walls with our new paint. With all that old desire present, we are most certainly challenged to sustain the thing we wanted in the first place. We develop beliefs that we are unworthy, incapable, tired, and want more or different.

It’s all an addiction. And while we are paving the new streets, laying foundations for the new homes, we still need a place to sleep and eat; unfortunately, we often choose the old neighborhood. Instead of camping out under the stars in our new front yards, we go “home.” That’s exactly what I did last week. It was my Birthday and I “allowed” myself too much food that I couldn’t digest. I revisited my old stomping ground, the old restaurants and chefs.

What an excuse! That type of celebration was the Program talking. Besides, a little cheesecake goes a long, long way. I didn’t really need to eat half of it by myself.

Like all heavy food, it has taken me over a week to purge it, delaying my ability to take in new sustenance at the necessary levels. My former state of being lost its brilliance and expansiveness. Because of my choices and relative unconsciousness, I will now most likely be delayed in arriving at my next destination for at least two weeks, maybe more.

It was a good holiday though! Was it worth the wait? I don’t know yet, as I’m still feeling a bit sluggish; it may have been a necessary detour. I’ll let you know when the emotions, fears and negative thought subside. I’ll let you know when I go into the delivery room again, breathing and patiently pushing while the new baby moves slowly through the birth canal.

Yes, I must repeat that part. They say the first birth is always the hardest; lucky for me, I’ve had a few!

For more information on the Program and your personal constructs, contact Christina Nixon; christinanixon@sisna.com; 505-992-8112.
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Journey into the Shadows: Yin, Yang, Brain

Stories are fun to write and read if the material is engaging. Yesterday I wrote a pretty long-winded blog about a facet of my program that could, depending on the receiver, be construed as deep & provoking or boring, surface level information. It’s all in how each individual perceives and interprets life in any given moment.

My intention is to write primarily for myself and anyone else who might come across this blog; mothers, grandfathers, bodybuilders, pilots, yoga teachers, gurus, psychotherapists, metal workers, cashiers, geeks and more.

Because that’s a pretty expansive group of people, there’s a lot to be said for a linear look at how certain things come about. Our Logos function, masculine left-brain understanding, needs only a simple list or chart to grasp the skeleton or template of a concept. Sometimes this really helps the right-brain Eros function to go even deeper into the feminine and intuitive aspects of a concept.

Working together, these two upper brain parts give us a greater foundation for understanding and the ability to move into the abyss of possibility. Even deeper inside the brain is a level of understanding (groking) that departs from the Yin and Yang of things, at least on the surface. Our mid-brain contains the physiological and energetic constructs to grasp everything, including the nature of the Universe without so much as a chart, a word, a noise, smell or touch.

Have you been in there lately?

I’d like to take a brief journey into the brain as it relates to the Program today. Let’s begin with the Logos function and very simplistic view of the Program’s development.

-Lovers conceive a baby; they are joyous and filled with the pleasure of union and sexuality, the promise of a good life.
-Father leaves before baby is born, never to return.
-Mother becomes depressed because she cannot handle the emotions of anger, anxiety, hopelessness and loneliness.
-Mother’s thoughts become futile; future is uncertain, men are not to be trusted.
-Baby feels this inside its container: the placenta. Baby feeds off these emotions and negative thoughts.
-Baby’s reality is inside this container filled with emotions from mother.
-Baby is born, placenta is broken, the energy contained in the placenta is now held inside the baby’s bones and organs as a protective field in its new environment.
-The Program is born in physical form.
-Knowing nothing else, the baby’s inner reality begins to expand into its outer world.
-Projection of distrust, anger, anxiety into the outer world attracts the same to the baby.
-The emotional and psychic experiences of the baby become hardwired as “truth” & “reality.”
-And the beat goes on, and on and on.
-Time goes by and one day the baby is an adult with a cognitive mind and an ego which both support this “reality.” Emotions have become thoughts and thoughts are linked from the brain into the experiences out in the world.
-The outside world reflects this reality and the thoughts become stronger, more believable.
-Beliefs become more ingrained as the years progress and a double bind replaces the original container, becoming a prison.
-The Program is reality; all outer reflections begin to mimic the Program.
-A neural net has been created and the baby lives here inside this neural neighborhood all its life, until the adult chooses to see and change it.

As the baby becomes a toddler, a child and eventually an adult, the mind isn’t really privy to this template because it is overwhelmed with hormones, emotional energies, physical sensation, aging, outer world problems, relationships and memories of past experiences, which of course are all interwoven within and created by the Program along the way. The perceptual mind can only understand what it knows and feels, the physical sensations and states of being which are covertly linked to emotions, experiences and the Program at the root of it all.

This framework is tied into the mammalian (mid) brain and interpreted by the upper brain’s right and left hemispheres/frontal lobe. Somehow along the way, the left-brain learns and forms its logic on these experiences. The right-brain is not necessarily linear, yet forms its assessments from time-related experiences as well. It’s not the memory, but the interpretation of these events that is different from one side of the brain the next.

Okay, so it’s complicated, I know. How then do we get to the part of the brain that holds these memories and re-frame them? It could be as easy as going for a walk, once you’ve opened the door to possibility anyway. Thinking and walking can manifest new neurological networks and re-wire the brain.

Openness.
Desire.
Awareness.
Attention.
Focus.
Re-frame.
Create, realize.
Manifest, actualize.

-Bring your attention deep inside your mid-brain, the Center of your Head.
-Breathe into your nose, exhale down your spine.
-Bring your awareness inside yourself, noticing how you feel physically, emotionally and the thoughts that run through your mind.
-Release all thoughts and emotions on the exhale. Just intend that they will move through you.
-Clear away past experiences as you exhale.
-Create an image of what you want in life; health, home, career, consciousness, travel, whatever.
-Focus on that image as long as you can. Bring the image back if you loose it.
-Walk around your neighborhood as you focus on this image.
-Do it for 10 minutes daily, then increase the time.
-See what you create!

This is the beginning of a long relationship with your brain and your ability to manifest whatever you want; to embrace who you really are outside of the Program you’ve been carrying and projecting your whole life.

All roads lead to the Program, inside and out. When you’ve spent some time in the Center of your Head, you can find your own truth within and begin to re-create yourself.

Remember, anything you want and don’t have, anything you see and dislike about yourself or your life, anything you see in another person, is somehow related to your Program and its life long projections that emanate from inside you.

Journey into the Shadows: Cellular Patterns

Did I tell you I’ve been single since 1997? Along with that goes celibacy, and, although not by conscious choice, a loss of male friends, an abundance of female friends and a vantage point on my life that was once missing. Personally, I can see much more clearly from here, and am able to embrace certain imbalances and formerly missing pieces.

In this context, I can honor my own masculine energy because I’m not projecting those needs outward right now; I can more fully embrace my inherent feminine energy because there is no man out there projecting onto me asking me to care-take his needs; I have learned to acknowledge and run my female creative (sexual-spiritual) energy without the stimulus of a sexual act; and I can address what my mind defined over and over as loneliness.

Pretty amazing view from here, yet I can’t seem to transmit just how fantastic it is to my friends who are caught up in, or are fantasizing about, a relationship. I can see myself and my programmed patterns much more clearly from here. Without this context, I would have been otherwise occupied and probably less willing to dive deeply into my shadow material to experience the many facets of this painful program.

We all have our contexts and often defend them to the end. There are the ones in which we operate automatically and unconsciously to some degree, and those into which we transition or desire because we want to make life changes. Until the last decade or so, most of my friends and family have been in relationship, have children, full-time jobs or career priorities. There are exercise, eating, teeth brushing and other daily routines as well as health contexts, emotional contexts driven by beliefs and thought entrenchment.

If we are in the soup of those contexts, it’s challenging to know or even imagine how another context will benefit us. Sometimes we dream of escaping our lives and living in wealth, or simplicity on a tropical island. Sometimes the soup gets so hot, we have to jump out or ask someone to please help us out of the pot so we can create another context.

Some people say we “need” a relationship to reflect our patterns. I say we can create a reflection of ourselves no matter what our relationship status and I’m filled with enthusiasm for what I see and learn in my personal discovery. Because I was in relationship pretty much constantly between the ages of 18-41, I have that perspective. Twenty-three years of couple-dom and now, 13 years of single-dom. In any context the reflections are usually indirect anyway, so who really cares if they come from our spouses, our friends or the glass door.

Some of my relationships were short-lived and not healthy. I am in good company, as most people have brief and disturbing relationships. When unhealthy, the longest lived relationships are really just enmeshments in which no one “gets” who they are.

I would love to be in another loving relationship with a man some day, yet I am not pining away for any aspect of that. First I’d like to find my own balance of masculine and feminine inside of me and then will attract the same in a man. I will not give up who I am, who I have become, to drop back into a dynamic without boundaries and individuation. I’d rather be single!

And because I’m not perfect (I say this a lot because no matter how much “work” we’ve done on ourselves, there’s always more to see and do), I’m telling stories on myself, exposing some recent discoveries about how the program’s tributary of distrusting men has come to the surface of late.

Like almost everyone, my program is still active and especially visible these last few days. I recently recognized a different connection between the plumbing in my rental unit and the emotions inside me (you can read about it on my blog site). That was a clearing of sorts, yet really only served to expose an even deeper layer of the program as it relates to trust…actually distrust that men will follow through.

Follow-through is very different from expecting a knight in shining armor, by the way.

As I’ve mentioned in my past blog posts, my mother was abandoned by my biological father which led to my ultimate adoption. The father I lived with and have loved all my life is a wonderful man, successful and very dedicated to our family. He gave me absolutely no reason to distrust men; in fact he only gave me reason to love and feel safe with them.

Instead, as the program seems to manifest itself, the distrust and fear was transferred to me in utero and in the birth canal through the placenta. My biological father married my mother when he found out she was pregnant, immediately disappeared, never to return. Because of this, my birth mother was in incredible emotional pain and survival as I was growing in her womb and making my way into the world. She was lonely for the man who had promised himself to her, and at 19 years old, she was naive, quickly learning to distrust men. They didn’t cross paths again until a high school reunion when they were 40 years old!

What a blessing that I am alive and well here on the planet to learn about life; to complete my soul. Thank you, all my parents, for your love and willingness.

Everyone has a similar experience, absorbing the emotions and mother’s state of being. This is the nature of the program. Please understand, I’m not blaming anyone; not my biological mother nor my even my father. Everyone has embedded patterns that come from early development, and they often manifest as fear and distrust. Unresolved programs are precisely what created my father’s departure and my mother’s loneliness.

Your story is different, yet has the same mechanics and it’s own qualities, specific to you.

So, all these years I’ve been on the planet, 54 to be exact, I’ve carried this anger, loneliness, distrust, fear and anxiety in my cells. Not only about my birth mother who I chose by the way, it all ties into my soul’s journey. I also chose that when I was on the threshold between life in the spirit realm and this beautiful school on the earthly plane.

Ultimately it was and still is my choice to create it, and my responsibility to handle this pattern. No one else is involved in its making. Like the responsibility I learned to embrace while at the retreat in Sedona about infancy, birth trauma may be transferred by our mothers, yet ownership and clearing is all ours.

Presently, I see very vividly that I distrust men at some level in nearly all circumstances. This is part and parcel of my initial step into single status, although not the reason I continue to remain so. The distrust simply surfaced enough to be noticed one day after a long residence deep in my bones and now I choose to put a magnifying glass on it.

It’s been easy all these years to dismiss my intermittent feelings of angst toward men, my sometimes edgy interactions with them and the wall of protection I create because the meetings are few and far between. I don’t live with male input on a daily basis. Today I can see that I have always found a way to make the man out to be a bad guy: stupid, chauvinistic, uneducated, rigid, too left-brained, unfeeling, violent, aggressive, even misogynistic. Hidden deeply, the list is huge.

Funny that it was never obvious to me or them, and I have had so many male friends over the years. Better said, it was never overt, yet lay in the darkness, covertly acting on everything in my life. That’s another story altogether.

Maybe because I don’t have many ongoing relationships with men right now, I can more easily blame them for how I feel. They aren’t there as regular mirrors. Usually these feelings of distrust are so light and airy, they float away. I can barely capture them in the moment, much less hang onto them for study. Other times these feelings are so overwhelming and situational, I just know it’s “not about me!”

That’s the false reality of the mind and it’s made up beliefs.

I ask constantly for information about my lack of desire for a sexual and even a romantic relationship, begging to confront what might possibly be denial. The fact that I haven’t received much input from the heavens nor many outer reflections has led me to hold the falsity that I don’t need to look in this place for shadow material.

There is such heavy unconsciousness at work here, and it’s very tricky. We can always find someone to reflect a lie in our own defense.

The mind tells us a lot of lies. I’ve spent the last several days interacting with my mind’s idea of men in a few different circumstances: my plumber’s lack of communication and follow-through; the homeowner’s association manager who just won’t listen to me (only me, not other women on the board); my osteopath who talks at me and doesn’t want to know how I feel; a friend who looks incredibly arrogant in his objectified demands on women; another male friend who treats women like projects.

Catching and documenting these thoughts over the years would have filled a tanker ship and left me old and gray without a legacy. Instead it became one of those tapes that plays so very softly in the background. At this point I could easily write a series of novels using these exciting dialogues. It would most likely be about men who are unavailable sloths.

What an embarrassing thing to acknowledge, much less to share here. It’s another one of those lonely moments when I know I am out on a weak limb without a net. And although I haven’t totally owned this yet, my precarious position is all part of the clearing process. I’ll know I’ve shifted the reality when I trust the plumber to finish the job, when I am unattached to being heard in a board meeting, and know my osteopath is connected to divine guidance. Even more than that, I’ll know the pattern is on it’s way out when I can actually transmit in the moment, “hey, I have something important to say!” and just say it without the angst ridden drive behind it.

Another thing I always say is “these things seem so easy and trite.” Although it could be, and I do believe in miraculous recovery, it’s just not that easy. It takes awareness, commitment, courage, willingness and so much trust in ourselves. It takes openness, conscious knowledge and conscientious follow-through to get there from here.

Journey into the Shadows: Plumbing the Depths of the Program

I hired a plumber the other day; he and his associate arrived at 9 am sharp this morning to survey the problem. I chose him because he asked me a very poignant question on the phone: “Are you ready?”

After over 4 years of sink and toilet back ups, 4 different plumbers, and $3,000, I honestly wasn’t quite ready. Why wasn’t I totally ready to resolve this blockage? Here’s a little background story.

By now you have already guessed that the plumbing is simply a physical manifestation of something inside me; usually water and blocked plumbing relates to emotional or financial blockage of some sort. Although I have hired and paid the service providers, unplugged “the situation” myself on numerous occasions over the past 4 years, I have always blamed someone else: renters, builders and contractors, toilet manufacturers, etc.

This plumbing issue exists in a rental unit, so I was able to successfully avoid ownership of the daily ongoing condition. I thought the renters had emotional problems! Conveniently, it was also an issue before I purchased the apartment, so I was able to shrug it off as a pre-existing problem that had nothing to do with me! HA!

Finally, after waiting the last 10 months to see if the toilet would magically begin to operate properly, I called another plumber because I re-rented the apartment and didn’t want to repeat a long line of tenant frustrations. Obviously it never unblocked itself because I was not yet ready to be fully responsible.

Ooooh! Big step!

As soon as I made the appointment, doubts, fears, indigestion, confusion and angst began to surface immediately. At first I couldn’t “figure out” why and just let all that energy move, hoping it would dissipate, watching as it painfully swirled around inside me. Because these emotions and discomfort didn’t go away any time soon, I began to look at the possible origins.

You guessed it! The fear created all the rest of the symptoms and came from all my past experiences with ineffective plumbers. Okay, so that was a little cliche and certainly the easiest link to see. What else? It became apparent as the last two days unfolded that car salesmen and all types of building contractors were also included in this picture. Soon I was flipping through the mental image photo album of my life, reflecting on all my ex-boyfriends and ex-husbands, as well as my biological roots and the fact that my father left my mother before I was born.

As the curtain of dusk came down last night, I was re-introduced to the original fear coupled with a present time belief that there was no solution for this issue. Worse, no one would ever be there to support my needs and I would be left holding an overflowing toilet of someone else’s shit. Remember, this was a pre-existing condition that I readily bought and have held for the last 4 years!

I know, this sounds awfully dramatic. Yet because I am able to witness myself, I observed it all from a relatively safe distance–still feeling the overwhelm, and not run-over by it all. I could find myself in present time, separate from the past time emotions and story while simultaneously watching the movie of the past speeding by. I saw how each of those past time experiences picked up little bits of dust, expanding the original fear, dust bunny by dust bunny.

Of course there’s some level of emotional overlap here as I haven’t fully mastered the paradox of time, yet. What I’m saying is “I did not fully immerse myself in the past time waters of emotional unconsciousness discombobulating my view in present time.” As the undercurrents and eddies swirled around my feet, my head was still above the water line.

At some point before I went to bed, lounging on the unfounded and looming presence of my projected day to come, I fully cognated that this too was part of my Program.

All the pieces of the puzzle came together and as I wrote in my journal last night, I asked for a dream journey that would help me resolve these trust issues, another facet of my Program, awakening with a newly created reality. And here I am now, right in the middle of today. The plumbers have come, evaluated the situation and will return in an hour or so to cut open my bathroom wall and pull a snake out of the vent tube…a metal cable used to unblock the pipes 5 years ago, way before I even purchased the apartment. It became stuck and was left there by the first plumbers.

Okay, so the original problem with the plumbing was not mine to own; it’s important to separate that to avoid hopelessness. Even so, by myself I made the choice to buy this piece of real estate driven by my associated agendas. And it was my choice, however unconsciously, to attract the other plumbers who never resolved my problem. I called in and paid dearly for all the best “non-support” my subconscious could buy, giving me the opportunity to see the pattern.

All those years and all that money; all those emotions and all that blame.

And as trite as this may sound, I’m saying it again. It was my Program, and now I am “ready.” I am ready for the resultant resolution of that darn toilet and the blockage I put in my own way.

For anyone just coming on board, here’s a little information about the Program in general and mine personally.

The Program: An unnatural cellular construct; the deepest place from which we falsely respond to life.
My Program:Fear of annihilation; belief that outside energies (from people and situations) will hurt me.

For more information or a private session about your personal Program, contact Christina Nixon: 505-992-8112; christinanixon@sisna.com.

Journey into the Shadows: No Time, No Space

About 20 years ago I studied at the Berkeley Psychic Institute and have been personally using and teaching the tools I learned there ever since. One of the concepts we learned about was “no time, no space.” Essentially it means that time does not exist in a linear form and everything that is possible on the etheric or spiritual planes is possible on the physical plane as well.

There are probably many different ways to look at this concept; here are some of my own impressions.

If there is no limit to what can happen, heal or manifest spiritually, the same is true here, on Earth, in our physical forms. And if it’s true that we have so-called past lives, in a “no time, no space”construct, we actually live those lifetimes concurrently.

Likewise, assuming all that is true, we also have experiences in our adult bodies that are the same as whatever happened to us while we were in utero or during infancy. One thing is just a hologram of the other. There is no coincidence that at 50 years of age we repeat symptomology that initially appeared at an earlier age or that our family has had a certain physical trait that everyone in the lineage carries. It is, do doubt in our cells.

We can certainly say this is a genetically transmitted phenomenon and therefore moves along the generational line like a lighted fuse. And there are many who would agree with this belief; we can always find support for our theories, especially if they are mundane or commonly accepted.

I’m here to tell you that as an adopted child, I have virtually no link to the common physical states of being or dis-ease of my blood family. In fact, I’m much more prone to those issues found in my adoptive family lineage! Interestingly enough, when they appear, they disappear as soon as I can name them; as soon as I am aware of their existence.

For example, my adoptive Father has had heart issues for almost 30 years. Once when he had a heart attack at 2:13 am California time about 15 years ago, I awakened at the same moment in another time zone and walked around the house barely able to breath with severe chest pains. When I asked “what is really happening here?” I got an immediate answer. It wasn’t about my body, it was my Father. I called at dawn that day and asked my Mother for confirmation; she told me exactly when it happened and how long it took for the ambulance to arrive and settle my Father’s heart. The information matched my own experience to the minute.

My link with my adoptive Father is no doubt strong, and more important, it is in a “no time, no space” construct. He can have an experience 1,500 miles away and I can feel it precisely. FYI, no one in my biological family has heart issues.

Let’s look at it another way. I am currently experiencing daily rushes of heat, angst and general edginess moving from my lower body into my upper body and head. Sometimes it feels so incredibly potent, like my head is going to explode or pop off my body. This occurs at least once daily, sometimes more frequently. At times I can tie these rushes to surfacing emotions like fear, anger, anxiety, impatience, frustration, disconnection, limited and other similar feelings. Other times I have no awareness of the origins of this energy.

There are also times when I experience a slow and gentle rise of warmth in my body along the same pathway, to and from the same places. This is a wonderful, even blissful feeling, that clears my sinus’ and center of my head. I feel connected, present, expansive and loving. I get goosebumps all over my body, like an ecstatic sensation in every cell.

What makes these two experiences different? Why am I so filled with fear in one moment and joy in the other? Since this has been an ongoing occurrence for at least 8 years now, I’ve had a lot of time to explore and reflect, which brings me back to another interpretation of no “time, no space.”

When I was born I almost died from the inability to take in nutrition; it was a stomach problem and the doctors wanted to operate to resolve it. Two days later, the issue was non-existent. Without going into great detail, I’ll tell you that my biological father and brother had the same issue at birth; both were subjected to intrusive surgeries as infants and have massive scars on their bellies.

At approximately 3 months old, while living in foster care awaiting adoption, I almost died again. This time it was caused by high fever and convulsions related to an untreated UTI infection. My kidneys and bladder had stopped working. In traditional Oriental medicine, the kidneys are the lifeline and source of all life force energies; they source the cooling water for the brain when warm energy makes its way down from the heart to warm them.

Think for a moment; warm heart energy ignites the life force in the kidneys which then create cooling water for the brain. As a babe, my system was working in reverse; no mother to cuddle me; my heart is cold. This creates fear which circulates to the kidneys and rises as heat to the brain.

After a lot of detective work, I realize now that my two forms of “hot flashes,” although different in sensation, are the same in essence. Those I experience now are repeats of the fever and convulsions I experienced as an infant. My system is trying desperately to tell me that something is wrong, yet I don’t know how to restore it to health because the fear of death is imprinted so deeply in my cells, I am in a double bind. Can’t live with it, cant’ live without it.

What separates the two types of heat in my mind…and ultimately my physical experiences…is simply resistance to fear; I don’t want to feel the fear and anxiety ever again. I am resistant to the memories and to re-experiencing the fear of death and annihilation that was programmed in at birth. I am also resistant to accepting this current state of incredible discomfort.

Aha! Last week I realized that I need to allow these anxious, hot moments to run their course so I can free myself of the past; to release the fear my baby body experienced at birth and early months of life; the fear I still held. Because I had no reference point or intellectual understanding back then, no mother to hold me as an infant when I was filled with terror, these physiological emotions manifested in a much bigger monster over the years. And it grew to massive proportions!

I developed a belief that I was the only one I could count on, that I was the only one who was there for me. This monster became a bossy child, an intimacy intolerant teen, a panicky 20-year-old, a burned-out 30-year-old, and a 40-year-old obsessive compulsive.

This is certainly an ugly picture! It’s all true, yet none of it kept me from creating a productive “normal” life. Sometimes the subtleties are more dangerous than the big dramas, and I had great adoptive parents who gave me every opportunity to prove myself wrong over the years. In spite of my ability to cope really well, I still needed desperately to find my own answers. Gracefully I was led to reconnect with my spirit and soul, to learn about energy.

Today, nearly 30 years later, I can tell you that no time has elapsed since I was an amoeba at the beginning of Earth time, and there is no space between you and me, me and my past, you and yours. There is “no time, no space” between us in our bodies and us as spirit, between us and our soul’s mission.

It’s still early; I haven’t had a heat rush today. Yet, I know I am awaken enough and will do my best to embrace it when the next one comes. These heavy, angst-ridden heat rushes are the meat for my healing. When I learn to accept and digest them, my neural net will shift. Bit by bit, I am re-creating myself by choosing to allow it to happen.

Did I mention that these heat rushes are called Kundalini by some, chi by others? Now why would anyone resist that?! It’s all in the Program, my dears; all in the Program.

And maybe this warmth and bliss when I am open to it, is The Mother holding me.