ABOVE :: EFT FOR ABUNDANCE, PART ONE
(Would I leave you hanging? Scroll down for parts two and three.)
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Yup, it’s true! Thanks to the cool guy with the funky hair … (thank you British-guy!) … I’ve finally tried something I’ve been hearing about (and have been completely dismissing) for yeeeears … EFT … Emotional Freedom Technique.

One’a those “this seems too easy, it couldn’t be true”-type scenarios, you know the ones!

What an interesting experience this was. Some physical thing was going on because I kept yawning and experiencing energetic sensations throughout the session … a session which, cool-ly enough, you can do yourself. No need to hire a guru or support person. British-guy guides you through the whole process in a super-clear, super-easy manner.

Niiiice!

At the risk of sounding like a weirdo, I have to say … it did work. I tapped on the sad emotions I had been experiencing about my lost relationship and in doing this, the upset subsided.

Interesting!

Was it the tapping or the distraction? I don’t know but whatever it was, nice to have a tool to pull out when needed.

Would like to try again when a super-duper-intense emotion comes up … like an end-of-my-rope type thing. *NOT* that I’m tryin’ to attract such a thing but if it ever does recur, I’d like to try this.

They say you can use it for pain, depression, food cravings and many other things … that these issues will subside with this technique. The book Energy Tapping shows how to apply the technique to specific areas and guides you through.

BELOW :: EFT FOR ABUNDANCE, PART TWO

BELOW :: EFT FOR ABUNDANCE, PART THREE

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Ok so I’m just a tad  bit late posting my Surfers Healing vid. Kinda like Christmas in July only in reverse. Blame it on a long-needed technology break.

I made the video the very night we got back from the beach but after all that gleeful work the final export crashed and burned, as techie things oft do, so I needed a little breathing space. Happily I am no longer in the corporate world so I can afford myself such luxuries as wiggle room and breathing space. Aaaaah, the joys of not being strapped to a laptop nine to five.

(… or to be more precise, nine to five AM-the-next-morning,  as my friends would be more than happy to remind me).

So five months later and voila! I’m all refreshed and ready to unveil Anna’s nearly-celluloid debut! Enjoy!

Ok, “holy shit” …

Yesterday Andy let me take home the Abraham card I had pulled at his house and it said

“I now hold the key to creating my every desire”

“It is not possible to consistently feel positive emotion about something and have it turn out badly- for the way you feel will tell you if you are allowing your natural Well-Being or not. Once you understand that they way you feel indicates your level of allowing or resisting, you now hold the key to creating anything you desire.”

Well, I feel really happy and enthusiastic about scouting out these locations but I was concerned about getting paid because I’ve never worked with someone who I have only met over the internet. I was all in my head about it, wanting advice from others so I shot out dozens of tentacles in dozens of different directions … no one was raising their hand to help me so I just decided to send the guy a contract with a 1/3 down, 1/3 upon delivery of first materials and balance upon final delivery clause and I just said “this is how I work, please take a look and let me know if this works for you.”

It was a very personable and straightforward message but before I hit “send” I had this tiny fear … I was afraid to ask because I didn’t want to scare him away and I almost wanted to even say that to him, but I thought, “I’m just gonna ask for what I need, it’s not unreasonable” … I told him that I’m here to do a great job for him and I’m really enthusiastic about it … so I asked for what I needed and check it out …

I swear about ten minutes later >poof!< there was a deposit in my account, he just sent it right out, no questions asked, holy shit!

So tomorrow I get to go on a treasure hunt for locations … I just loooove maps and treasure hunts, you know me! So how cool is that?

Every single moment of this … look at the motion he makes when he says “sparks ignite,” gesturing to where the pain has been for me, talking about “washing the sickened socket.” This is exactly how I’m feeling … every word, every syllable. And, for me, it’s quite hopeful.

‘Cept for “I’m a sex change” … still have to figure that one out! ;)  Maybe that means I’m in transition, going to be a brand new person after this. That sounds good, right?

Straight Line / Silverchair

Breathing from a hole in my lung
I had no one
But faces in front of me
Racing through the void in my head
To find traces of a good luck academy

Sparks ignite and trade them for thought
About no one
And nothing in particular
Washed the sickened socket and drove
Resent nothing
There’s good will inside of me

Wake me up lower the fever
Walking in a straight line
Set me on fire in the evening
Everything will be fine
Waking up strong in the morning
Walking in a straight line
Lately I’m a desperate believer
But walking in a straight line

Something I will never forget
I felt desperate
And stuck to the marrow  
Invisible to everyone else
I’m a sex change
And a damsel with no heroine

Wake me up lower the fever
Walking in a straight line
Set me on fire in the evening
Everything will be fine
Waking up strong in the morning
Walking in a straight line
Lately I’m a desperate believer
But walking in a straight line

I don’t need no time to say
There’s no changing yesterday
If we keep talking and
I keep walking in straight lines

Wake me up lower the fever
Walking in a straight line
Set me on fire in the evening
Everything will be fine
Waking up strong in the morning
Walking in a straight line
Lately I’m a desperate believer
But walking in a straight line

- © Daniel Johns 2007 / Silverchair

Not much into poetic interpretation / yearn for clarity? Check out translation for what the lyrics mean to me … Or just bask in the beautiful vaguery!

Convo with my magic genie hailing from Denver, CO …

Genie: (talkin’ ’bout a tarot card called “the tower”)

The Tower.  In a moment it is over. In a moment the false structures and beliefs come tumbling down, suddenly, violently and all at once. There is not to be intense and profound grief that hydrates fear in this rude awakening, quite the contrary.  Smoke clears on this your new playing field!  Resistance to change has been torn down . . . BY FORCE IF NECESSARY.  Breathe.  Breathe deeply!  Long exhales.  The only thing left is the truth of what simply is . . . NOW.  Forget your preconceptions.  The components of them that really infuse your vision will never leave.  You have made room for something new.  You can build with that!  No-one said this one’s going to be easy.  Your whole life may have just turned upside down.  Breathe the change.  Set forms for new foundations under your new dreams as you may have just accomplished the ones you had! A pond turning over is stinky and tumultuous.  And, though the pond may be more fertile the next day, the next day is not yet here.  For your own sake, and take this to heart: remember that throughout the duration of the event it is still a pond.  Search yourself.  The truth is there.  Nothing can destroy that in you.  Look to your truth for courage.  Breathe the change.  Build.  This could take a while.  And, if you can accomplish your life’s mission during your life . . . you’re not thinking big enough.  Trust yourself.  What do your strokes look like now.  Smile with no spite.

Me: Dang, tarot card or no tarot card, sounds suspiciously like … my life!

I really love your tower card … it is so fascinating because of course it at first sounds negative and then the interesting part comes when it says:

Smoke clears on this your new playing field! 

And I am clearing clearing clearing like mad amidst Mr. Payne in his Hummer limo. Doctor is back from vacation tomorrow, looking forward to seeing her sorry ass! Leavin’ me for two weeks, damnit!!! ;)  How dare she vacation in lovely wherever-she-went!

When she was gone, I fell down the stairs and grew a baseball-sized ball on the back of me, can you get over that? So I had to stop the pain medication because whatever was in the pain med was stopping the ball from diminishing because it was an (antidiuretic or a somethin’ - somethin’ that will retain water and calcium and not let it leave your ball! ;)  DAMN! I am officially a walking disaster!

Not really. I am really a happy person (seriously!) and if not for Mr Payne I would not be getting rid of ALL this stuff, motivated to do so, it is SO SO SO SO great!!!  I have had to make so many changes because of his ass and they are really good changes which will take a long time to get into place but they are worthy changes for a girl to make. So yaay!

Genie: (genie’s comments have been edited for brevity

(Wo)Man do you feel your life fully!

The smoke clears on this your new playing field! . . . like great shots of Anthony pitching . . . except older with YOUR rockin’ way!

I’d love to orchesterate your space . . . and then I think . . . you aren’t Hummer’ing your situation . . . you just about have a TEREX truck. . . F’IN HUGE piece of machinery you’re driving with YOU!

& upon further reflection . . . you should not refer to yourself as a disaster . . . heretofore it is deemed that Col is until further notice (from her herself ) “a beautiful wreck” . . . and THAT’s THAT! 

Ok … as so often happens I cannot sleep …

I’m sitting here coughing and wondering why I’ve been sick for months and months and months and months and why no medication is making me better. And why pain comes and goes always here at some point during the day but who knows when and why and for how long.

See now he’s not Mr. Payne driving up in his convertible, now he’s pain plain and simple, I must be pissed

Not for lack of trying to live a healthy life on my part. I’m coughing up green stuff, NOT to gross ya out or anything over there, my fair reader but this is a sure sign to me that there is without a shadow of a doubt something physically wrong and that it’s not just this little head ‘o mine messin’ with me. I mean, I know it, they say it’s physical but sometimes I doubt myself, y’know? It’s so long and how can they not know or not have some solution? I don’t get it. How come they can’t just fix me, hmm?

Dang!

This is the way it was like four months ago. That’s a pretty long time dangnabbit! These are new words for me, does this mean I’m losing my mind? Dangnabbit? And the head pain, man, that’s been going on for well over a year.

And why is it like a car where you can sometimes drive it and hear the noises and sometimes not? Like ten minutes ago I sounded like a ninety year old man who smoked three packs a day for the past thirty years and now I’m silent … hmm … my lungs were rattling and now nothing … what’s up with that? I have to try not to breathe too deep so it doesn’t start. Ok so now I’m coughing but no rattling.

I don’t get it.

Part of me wants to run up to the nearest stranger yelling, “Help, help! Do whatever you want I don’t care, don’t tell me about it, don’t make me make any decisions, just do it and fix me!!!”

 And I don’t wanna be a whiny bitch

Ok so Payne just parked his purple Maserati on my face and I heard him trying to move his couch in through the door. I laid down like I used to and then cried for about ten minutes but I’m not pissed.

Mom caught me cryin’ for the first time in forever so she supportively came for a ride to the bank with me so I don’t bouncy-bounce any checks and she listened to I’d say about five minutes of how I felt and I’m over it now. (See how I’m minimizing by telling you it was exactly five minutes … did it work? Do you think I’m not a bitcher-n-moaner now?) It’s all good! Thank god for listeners!

And chocolate-chip-cookie-buyers and special treat vanilla-iced-coffee-buyers … for some reason I felt very happy walking into the house with those things, even though I normally don’t have those during the week. It felt like a security blanket of some kind, like I was a child who had just been through some trauma and who had done a good job and who had deserved three chocolate chip cookies and a vanilla iced coffee.

So content.

And thank god, seriously, for the soft in and out flow of my feelings around Payne and letting him come and go without it affecting my whole entire time on this earth. For example, looking at my feelings right now in this moment and seeing how at peace and content I feel, I’m so grateful for that … for the fact that Payne can dance on my head at 1pm and I can be happy again at nearly 1am.

Now that’s progress, people!

Stef sent me the pix of her birthday, the sweetheart, and little things like that make my day! I just love pix, don’t you? She’s a doll because I think I may have slightly traumatized her with my longish e-mail address, first-time-pix-sender and all … she did great!