Past Life Regression Therapy training

I love the beginning of workshops and conferences. The hushed expectation – people finding seats in a dance of mystery that places together the people who have natural synchronicity, whether they like it or not. And when the workshop has been organised with full support from the teachers who reside on the higher sub-plane of the mental plane, then miracles are in the air.

I was still bemused by my morning meditation. The image had been quite clear in spite of my way of perceiving things. My feel-sense-see way of doing things showed me a crystal palace of the most beautiful and colourful hues radiating the purest of energies and floating over the top of the hall. It was a promise of wonderful things to come. It was something I could trust.

All my senses were heightened and I was glad that I was staying at Omega, at the workshop venue. From years of meditation and Reiki and experiences in the desert, I was quite aware that I was in a heightened state. I gave myself full permission to do exactly what I felt inclined to, and not worry that I may be too vague to connect well socially. I was grateful not to have to navigate roads and cars. Putting one foot in front of the other and not falling over was enough for me to be content.

Breakfast with Bhavi and friends had been a pleasant social occasion and I was happily scooped up into the group walk from the dining hall to the workshop. To my Southern Australian eyes, it was all so green and lush. Each footstep was a celebration of life. The summer humidity nurtured plants and animals alike – the wild ones quite unselfconsciously helped themselves to the organic vegetables in the garden.

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Image: Groundhog, Anne Marie McGlasson, 2015

“Please sit with us.” said Bhavi, and I found myself sandwiched comfortably between two Indian women. The room was a kaleidoscope of people of different cultures and accents, everyone finding their place and finding themselves, centreing themselves in their experience, and locating the connections past, present and future.

“OK” I thought, taking note. “It could be an Indian past life that is important.”

I was under no illusions that my conscious mind had any say in it at all. After all, I had gone to the experiential workshop with Brian and Carole Weiss in Coolum (QLD) the year before. At the end of my time as an adult educator, my conscious intention was to learn new work skills. But what actually occurred threw me into a positive healing trajectory that was entirely personal.

I knew that I could not predict whatever was about to occur…

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White Ribbon Day

While it is Thanksgiving in America, Australia has been having White Ribbon Day – a week devoted to educating ourselves and standing up to men’s violence against women.

Of particular note, have been excellent documentaries by the ABC (Australian Broadcasting Corporation) called ‘Hitting Home with Sarah Ferguson’ and ‘Call Me Dad’. There was also an incredible Q&A episode where a senior policeman asked us all to consider men who hit woman as criminals. As he explained, assault is criminal behaviour.

This is how we would like women to be treated in Australia…

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One Australian woman a week dies after being murdered by a partner. This is an issue for us all to be informed about. Nova Peris made an inspiring appeal to us all not to let ourselves down, not to let our communities down and not to let our children down.

This is what we don’t want to continue…

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My contribution to this week is to share these diagrams with you. The Duluth model has been around for a long time. I have used it to great effect in classrooms and in counselling sessions because it is clear and descriptive. I hope it helps you identify behaviours that are abusive, behaviours that are wholesome, and behaviours that are helpful.

Hint: the behaviour type is in bold in the centre of the circle.

And if you have a friend or family member in trouble…

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For help (in Australia) please call 1800RESPECT, go to your local Women’s shelter, or call the Police. It’s time for change.

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Breakfast at Omega

Breakfast was uneventful – a group of pleasant people enjoying an organic breakfast. I had only been here hours and already I could feel my spirit relaxing into this soulful environment of gentle voices and gentle manners. Giant fans whirled lazily overhead in the beautiful timber dining hall. I idly wondered how many Americans were nostalgic for the summer camps of their childhood. As an Australian, this was a foreign environment with unknown rules. I released all expectations and allowed for whatever to happen… to happen. Magic was in the air.

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Image: Tranquility, Anne Marie McGlasson, 2015

Volunteers scrambled to make sure we got our breakfast. The kitchen was run with military precision. There was a ripple of disconcerted murmurs amongst the breakfast diners as they realised that meat was served only twice a week. The news was even worse if you had a sweet tooth. I could see how desert could become a celebration if it was only served twice a week. I found boiled eggs to add to my spinach leaves. I was happy.

And the coffee drinkers were happy. Yes! Thanks to Dr Brian Weiss, there was coffee. We were to find out that some years prior, he had carefully explained to administrators that the workshop was uncomfortable for people suffering withdrawl symptoms. The coffee machine sat side by side with organic juices. I went for the juice.

My new friend returned with her breakfast and the entourage she had gathered around her since her arrival. I expected soul connections, after all this was a ‘Past Life’ workshop, but I thought that was pretty efficient for overnight.

She gave me a pretty smile and turned her big brown eyes on me.

“Hello, my name is Bhavi.”

“Pabi?”

“Bhavi… Bhavi…” she said, giving me a chance to tune my ears into her name and her liquid Indian accent “but some people have trouble with that… you can call me Bobbie if you choose.”

What she didn’t know is that my mother’s name is Bobbie.

What I didn’t know was that she looked at me and recognized the eyes of her mother.

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Omega

“It’s never an accident who you sit next to… watch and observe!” Anonymous

I was told this so long ago that I have forgotten who told me and when. To whomsoever, thank you for the wisdom. I have always since found this to be true…

“Hello” she said, the liquid tones of her voice sliding melodiously over each another. “Can my friends and I sit with you?”

The balcony breakfast table I was enjoying was empty, but for me and the cooling breeze that had joined me briefly while drifting its way from tree to tree. “Sure” I said.

“You are very welcome” I added, more correctly, and wondered what adventure was about to begin. “It’s no accident…” I reminded myself and opened my mind and heart to the possibilities of this new encounter. Who was this woman really? Who was she to me? What did she have to teach me?

“It’s no accident” I repeated.

The air was warm and wet in a way that only happens in humid climates, where the make-up slides off your face, but you don’t care because it seems more important that your bare feet wriggle in the dirt. I was excited and ready for all possibilities.

My morning meditations had been particularly encouraging. Visions of crystal palaces and rainbow waves welcoming and drawing everyone in, suggested that something magical and transformational was coming. I was ready. I was prepared.

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Image: Omega cottage balcony, Anne Marie McGlasson 2015

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Eureka!

“Success comes when you… surround yourself with nice people” Will.I.Am, Joanna Lumley talks to Will.I.Am, 2015

“North Adelaide is such a pretty suburb… big homes on small blocks oozing old-fashioned opulence… great modern architecture… big footpaths…”

I entertained myself with a stream of consciousness, feeling very fair that I was giving North Adelaide equal chance to charm me as a business locale. “Glenelg does have the ocean on the doorstep and an art gallery across the road, with people joyously throwing paint on canvas, but let’s see what’s here… is this a better business proposition?”

And then I discovered a blackboard enticingly inscribed “Steak, caramelized onion and rosemary pie $6.50.” Hello, Achilles heel, boutique meat pies for under $10. Surely it was lunch time! AND I could add a sumptuous salad. What’s not to like!

“Go, North Adelaide! This is where I am going to have lunch every day.”

It was calm inside Butterfingers. Staff were preparing for the lunch trade with quiet focus. I was feeling loquacious (and that’s my 4 syllable word done for the day!)

“I have been looking for rooms for my new business. What do you think about clinical rooms in North Adelaide?” I asked the nice young server.

After a considered and thoughtful response about driving through town at peak hour and whether doctors were ready to refer to a holistic therapist, she gave me my table number….

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Image: Butterfingers café, North Adelaide, Anne Marie McGlasson 2015 

It was the number of the address at Glenelg…

Decision made.

I got an instant fit of the giggles.

PS The pie was perfect, the salad yummy and the coffee was G-O-O-O- O-O-D! I am not mentioning the celebratory gluten-free brownie! What is better than nice people? Nice people who can cook.

PPS Story told with staff permission… and yes! I paid for my meal.

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The hunt continues…

INSPECTION 2:

Travelling across town, I realized that rooms in North Adelaide meant 3 things – no ocean, traffic lights, and peak hour traffic through town to get to work.

“No biggie” I encouraged myself. “I have done it before and travelled further.”

“OK, so there is the building… I LOVE THAT BUILDING… and there would be… no parking… for me… or clients!” I was late to meet the (very agreeable) real estate agent. The first park I found was a 10 minute walk around the corner, but hey! the jacarandas were glorious.

Mental note 1: <projection> Angry, stressed, apologetic clients arrive in my rooms cranky as no parking was available, thereby wasting the first 10-15 minutes of the session and creating a culture where appointments run chronically overtime.

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Image: Gorgeous building, Anne Marie McGlasson 2015

What can I say? The building was to die for. The environment was clinical with lots of medical doctors doing their thing. Each space had a reception area with a busy administrator and lots of colour coded files. My first model for business, before my initial plan had gone belly up, was to offer my services to North Adelaide doctors as the answer to stress for their chronically ill patients. Doctors care about their patients, right? Would they take to a holistic therapist not just on their doorstep, but inside the building? This would be a return to my original business model.

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Images: North Adelaide rooms, Anne Marie McGlasson 2015

Mental note 2: <taking notes> My room was a blank canvas. There were toilets, a kitchen and a reception area. The room was a great size for me – good for individual clients and perfect for teaching Reiki in small groups. The rate was similar to the rooms at Glenelg, but I would – pay more – have 24/7 access.

“A bit of a pity about the no parking and the bars on the windows overlooking other people’s cars.” I mused. “Hmmmm…. No natural light.”

“Ok. So apart from the central location, the lotus pond and the stained glass window entrance… what has this property got to offer?”

Mental note 3: <cue> Walk down the street and ponder…

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A story to remind you that magic happens – Part 2

“From an early age my mother taught me to honour female relationships. You have a choice: you can support the woman standing next to you or you can compete with her.” Kate Hudson, Marie Claire, May 2015*

INSPECTION 1:

“Ok, so apart from the 10 minutes to leave the school area after dropping off Dino-boy this is an easy trip. All the other traffic is heading TO town. I love driving against the traffic to work. Points in favour of having rooms at Glenelg.” I mused on the way to the first inspection. I was already cataloguing the advantages and hoping for a drop-dead sign from the higher realms to indicate my best choice. “I can walk on the beach for daily exercise. I could try out that yoga studio… and the room sure looks pretty in the photos.”

Just down the street, I found plentiful parking in a 3 hour parking zone – no ticket required. “Another plus… client parking is taken care of.”

“Now for the interview. Remember ‘What can you do for me?’ not “How do I make this work?’” I reminded myself to park my easygoing nature at the kerb with the car.

Lisa was genuine and welcoming. She described a cooperative of women working to support each other start and develop their businesses. She explained how one woman started business by chatting with people in local cafes. (I can do that! Supergirl and Princess complain when I chat to randoms on the street but it looked like my abundant personality was just about to become an asset.) Lisa offered to help me with cross-referrals too (how amazing!) and then gave me the exact weekly rental figure I wanted for the 2 days I wanted. After that, she explained the rooms were “all full up”.

Lisa told me more about who was working there, and I recognized someone I knew. I had given her a job a few years ago, and now on top of everything else she was a yoga instructor. “Maybe she could teach me yoga.”

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Image: Rooms at Gleneg, Eshe Counselling advertisement 2015

I walked away promising to let Lisa know today, right after my inspection of Property 2. I The only down-side to the room was the stairs. People with mobility issues were going to struggle.

I had a bit of time before the next inspection. “How about I just go for a wander and explore the locale?” I coached myself, “and a drink of water would be great about now.”

I walked to the corner, turned right and spied the first garment inside the dress store. It was a shirt the exact style of perfect green I had envisioned in my head to wear to work…

O-K-A-A-Y-Y-Y!

* Quote read the day before Inspection 1 while waiting for an appointment.

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A story to remind you that magic happens – Part 1

I stared at the screen in horror. It was Sunday night. My first client was booked in for Wednesday afternoon… and the rooms I had been promised were now unavailable.

It was a polite email, even an apologetic email, but the handshake agreement would not be honoured. My fledgling business was no competition for the better offer that had been received.

I was numb. I had time before my brain started a fear-based freak-out, to remind myself that “when a door closes, a window opens… and everything turns out for the best… yada yada…” (you know the drill!) That started my ‘til-midnight search for new rooms. Thank goodness for the internet!

When I tore myself away, I had 2 serious contenders – a shared holistic therapy space in beach-side Glenelg, and a clinical office space in central North Adelaide – both gorgeous old buildings with old world charm and perfect for different reasons.

I went to bed and took a leaf out of Doreen Virtue’s book – I made a serious request for help with decision making and opportunities – and that’s when the magic started!

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Image: Front door, Anne Marie McGlasson 2015

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