Thursday, 21 March 2013

The wolf comes round again

I'm at complete and utter peace - I've never felt this peaceful in all my life.  I went for another session today and learnt something very interesting.

Ponce de Leon lived in the 1500's.  He is known for searching for the fountain of youth.  He unfortunately died by a poison arrow before he could make the discovery of this fountain.  So how does this have any bearing on my situation?

Ponce de Leon syndrome refers to emotional immaturity.  Being an adult, but with childlike views of certain situations i.e. being scared of the dark.  A situation which happened where I felt I needed to preserve myself - I would have been very scared, petrified of a situation and not know how to handle it.  I basically "froze" some aspects of my emotional health at that point - in order to numb the pain. I would have been very young, actually I was 2 years old.

The fear response became suspended in my brain and nervous system. I would have developed a sense of hyper vigilance and the symptoms of this are sleep problems, forgetfulness, headaches, irritability, intrusive thoughts, phobias, anxiety attacks....

I've had it all - at one point or another in my life.  The most significant are headaches, intrusive thoughts and anxiety attacks...


But who would have thought that something I've always known about would be causing this fear?





It was dark, the middle of the night.  Something has woken me up.  I'm petrified - I can't see anything, I don't like to be alone.  I'm so scared.  I start to cry softly.  It's the wolf under my bed again, he's just lying there with his red gleaming eyes - I know this even though I haven't looked under the bed.  I'm just too paralysed with fear. Nobody comes to help me, I'm too afraid to call out.  This wolf is bad bad bad.  I can't even get out of my bed out of fear that he will grab my feet. 

As I'm lying in the hypnotherapist's chair I feel everything, the fear, the anxiety, the sweaty palms, the racing heart, my breath is hard and heavy.  I'm squirming with fear, my voice is trembling. 

I, at my current age, step into the scene and  have to look underneath the bed.  I don't see the wolf at first.  I'm encouraged to look again and I see it there - it's eyes so penetrating.... it just looks at me.  Both "little me" and I need to look at this wolf.  Little me is petrified and crying, she doesn't want to.  But we do.  We look at the wolf until he fades away magically. Little me is encouraged by this... We have to look again and the wolf is back - this time he is staring little me down - he doesn't want to leave that easily.  But little me is much braver now and she just stares right back at that wolf.  Until he starts to fade away and eventually he goes.  There is nothing under the bed now.
Then I'm told to imagine wolf in the room again coming towards the bed, but instead of being scared of him, I must smack him hard.  When I do this, my hand will go right through the wolf, and that part that I smacked will disappear. 

I do this, and true enough, the wolf's nose disappears...

And it dawns on me... He is nothing.  He can't touch me, he can't hurt me, he can't do a damn thing to me...

I faced down my fear.  I stopped feeding it fear ... and it left... He won't come round again...
That part of me is gone...

I feel emotional, all these years I've carried this with me, not knowing the profound effect those
moments have had on my life and the way I see things.  I feel that a part of me is gone, and, even in the happiness, I feel sad.  I've been so afraid of nothing, he could never have hurt me.  Maybe he wasn't even bad...As the tears roll down my cheeks, it washes the wolf and it's memories away... WOW.

I'm at peace with myself.  Profoundly peaceful.  I wish everyone could always feel this way...

Something BIG has shifted, this I know without a doubt.  I will see what it brings over the next few weeks and months.


A few words by Carol Bridges:

“Perhaps you have found something you did not expect. You have looked into the darkness and found your greatest fear. You are being shown what you have placed in the shadows of your consciousness. What you wanted to forget has raised its head, but only to ask if you have gained enough wisdom and strength to deal with it more fully.

It may seem like a nightmare at first. You may not want to look at it. But you must accept your dark side, your hidden desires and integrate them with your light side in order to experience wholeness.”

You are never given a challenge that you do not have the skills to meet. It may seem as though you are shooting in the dark, but go ahead. Use the skills you have been working to develop. This is their supreme test.

A new surge of power awaits your success. The mask is lifted as you look behind the face of things to see that your fear was merely self-doubt rather than an external enemy. Take heart. Lift your bow of confidence, and shoot pure thoughts of love, strength and highest vision. Aim for the good of the whole.”


 



The lie of imperfection

This session dealt with ALOT of information.  As there was so much and it was processed by my sub-conscious I cannot recall everything.

It was about identifying the parenting styles of the parents and what effect that had on me as a child.

I apparently had a very common combination of narcissistic and despotic styles.  I wasn't so convinced about the "narcissistic" traits and thought I had it wrong.  When the "effects" of this on me as a child were explained, I could see that the effects were indeed correct. I was not always sure of myself and where I fitted in.  It was never about me, also the side effect of having an alcoholic parent.  One parent caring only about drinking, the other trying desperately to hold it all together.  The children tend to slip through the cracks, knowing that the situation is bad and learning to put everyone else ahead of them and the way they feel. They must just learn to get on with it... soldier up.

Somewhere along the way we learn that we're not perfect the way we are, that we need to do something good to be loved. We learn to believe a lie - and that is that we're not perfect or good enough.

I was led to see my parent's inner children, and that they also didn't always have the tools to deal with every situation. I have compassion and understanding, and I'm at peace.

Hello world

The session dealt with regression to birth.  Now that was something else...I can't say that I left feeling on top of the world.  I felt disconcerted the rest of the week too.
It wasn't a very pleasant experience.  During the session I felt a strange pressure sensation and wanted it to stop.  I was petrified, confused, upset, wondering what the hell is happening and a whole host of other feelings.

The therapist was able to draw direct correlations to my feelings that I struggle with today - uncanny, and so true. She helped me to see that even though I had those feelings, I came out fine on the other end... (erm...hehe).  Once I "popped" out, I felt dizzy, confused, topsy turvey and had no idea what had happened.  I'm sure all babies feel this way... incredible. I felt everything.  I will never look at a new born baby the same way again - respect little one...(and the mother too of course!)

I was whisked away to be cleaned.

I was then made to see how perfect a creation I was.  There has never been another me.  I'm unique and can be compared to nothing else in the world.  How can I not be good enough, if I can't be compared to anyone or anything?  ....Ja.... true....

EVERYTHING is perfect.

That week my anxiety while driving seemed to be dulled a bit.  I felt that I'm meant to be here, I made it through a difficult birth process, even while afraid, and I'm ok...

I think something is changing.