On our morning commute, my daughter and I drive by a church. Or, I should say, the human construct I have been socially conditioned to call this image “church”. For my daughter, this image is “castle”. From watching Frozen countless times, Desiree has made that association and, with my encouragement, we proceed to discuss what Elsa and Anna are doing inside. (For those curious, more often than not, they are building a snowman…)
When I was little, my family had a lot of activities in a nearby town, Concord, Massachusetts. As we drove toward the center of that town several times a week, we passed by some magnificent homes. One was so magnificent, you couldn’t see it behind the trees. Occasionally in the autumn after the leaves had fallen, I would catch a glimpse of it, but, for the most part, I had to use my imagination. How did I know it was magnificent? It was the only estate with a separate caretaker house by the street.
I remember looking for this house every time we passed by and letting my mind wander as I conjured up stories. In middle school, my imagination was released in the form of a book project. Not a reading book project, but a writing-illustrating-binding book project. This house was the subject. Unlike my daughter, I rarely revealed my inner world to my mother because I was quite shy. So, when my mother came across this book the other day and tucked it in with my daughter’s Easter presents, I recognized the synchronicity of it.
As I’ve noted before, my mother has this uncanny way of unearthing the right things at the right time. She keeps everything…and stresses when I do not. She also has no understanding of what she unearths. Case in point – this – my “first” book. In talking to her this morning, I filled her in on the background and we reminisced about this particular house, how many times we passed by it, and how Desiree had found her own version of it out here in Henderson, Nevada.
Last week at the Chopra Center, one of the most memorable events was the Regression evening with Deepak. Whether you believe in past lives or not, regression can be powerful in terms of making peace with your past and being peaceful in the world.
The process of regression involves going back through your life as the “observer” and viewing yourself as part of the scenery. This is the most commonly-cited experience of those at the end of their lives, too. Viewing this “screenplay” evokes incredible insight and deeper understanding of your life, life purpose, and the countless joys experienced.
Regressing during present life experience brings the awareness of sameness…between you today and you several decades ago. You, the observer of “you”…has not changed. That is, your true essence – the reality of you is changeless while the dream of you is change-ful…every second of every day…with or without Botox! The comprehension of this changeless essence can be life-altering as many people with Near Death Experiences (NDE) recount and anyone else can experience (even without the “ND” component!)
Healers. We must share our knowledge with other people. … We all have abilities far beyond what we use. You develop through relationships. There are some with higher powers who have come back with more knowledge. They will seek out those who need the development and help them.” ~Brian Weiss