Wednesday Wisdom

“You’re not merely your physical self. You existed before you came into your physical body, and you will exist after you leave your body” Dr Brian Weiss MD, Healing the Mind & Spirit Cards

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For some, it has been a difficult week for grief.

People die and are gone. We feel the loss of connection deeply. We wonder “Who are we now, that they are gone?” and we know that life will never be the same.

For some, religion brings comfort, but others are lost in a sea of not-knowingness, overwhelmed by feelings of deep loss, yearning to be with love ones once again.

And for those of us who are science-minded, what is our evidence that life exists beyond? How can we pursue that evidence, when we are so deeply fearful that is does not, in fact, exist. What is it all about? Why are we here?

In his scientific observations of the laws of physics, Albert Einstein said “No energy is ever lost.” Water evaporates, rises invisibly, joins into cloud formations and then when conditions are right, falls to the planet. Rain becomes lakes, streams and rivers before it evaporates again.

My clients describe to me being reunited with loved ones in past lives and between lives, and the fear lifts from their shoulders. We are more than our physical bodies.

I recommend the book “Heading Toward Omega” by Kenneth Ring for those wanting to investigate the science further. It is a place to begin with your questions.

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Trained to be a Past-life Regression Therapist by Dr Brian Weiss MD, author of ‘Many Lives, Many Masters’, Anne Marie McGlasson shares his wisdom and teachings in this weekly post. Find out more about Dr Brian Weiss here… http://www.brianweiss.com

I am a Psychotherapist. I help people know better and do better… I am a Past-life Therapist. I help people discover themselves beyond the here-and-now… I am a Hypnotherapist I help people harmonise their conscious, subconscious and higher consciousness… I am a Reiki Teacher. I help people access deep states of peace and knowingness… Can I help you?” Anne Marie McGlasson https://www.facebook.com/wellnesswisdompeace/

 

Lessons in love…

“Instead of worrying about specific outcomes and results, just do the right thing. Reach out unselfishly and with love.” Brian Weiss

A mask of grief overlaid her pretty face, and mascara stained her pretty cheeks. She appealed to me with desperate wet-washed eyes to support her belief in love.

She just made a mistake, she said. She married the wrong man, she said. She had tricked herself into believing it was true love, or he had tricked her into believing it was true love, but she knew that her Prince Charming was waiting for her. Somewhere over the horizon was the man she would live happily ever after with – thoughts that kept her strong during the dying throes of a doomed relationship – kept her strong to care for the children.

“I know I will find him,” she said. “I think he may even be in my life right now. When I find my soul mate my life will be simple and filled with love.”

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Image: Paris, Luca de Luca, 2016

She was right… and she was wrong.

“Our lessons in this earth school must be learned by our hearts, at the deepest levels.” Brian Weiss

“Oh honey!” I thought. “What can I tell you? Your soul mate is always going to bring you your greatest challenges.” Then I poured all the love in my heart into the bond between us.

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Anne Marie McGlasson is a published author, psychotherapist and clinical hypnotherapist specialising in Past Life Therapy (trained by Dr Brian Weiss, MD of ‘Many Lives, Many Masters’). Also a Reiki 7A Therapist and Reiki 3B Master-Teacher, she uses a holistic eclectic approach to ignite hope, purpose and belongingness, and believes we are all deeply connected.

Who am I and why am I here?

Unsurprisingly, the story of this blog has been an unfolding journey… like the morning sun kissing the surface of a still pond… or the slowly awakening petals of a lotus, opening until we reach its heart.

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Image: Pond lily by Kevin M, freeimages.com

This blog began as a way for me to begin writing again… something I had given up as a young woman when I realized I must give myself only one option for the words that needed to be spoken. Now, words begged to be written. I was burning with outrage at the way our Western throw-away society throws away people. I wanted to ignite hope in the hopeless. I wanted to communicate to those considering suicide that “dead is not dead”. I wanted to light a candle in the darkness.

I still want to do that…

But on the way, it changed…

Life called. We live in a society where children must be fed and educated, and a roof over our heads just takes money. My blog morphed into a business website. I learned about Faith and Abundance (yes! with capital letters) and my clinical rooms became a re-charging station for people who help others.

And still, there has been a book calling me… a book calling me to write it. The message has changed. I am still listening for what it may be while I polish each post like a gem… making today’s few words gleam in the sun, resonating with joy and peace, love and hope.

Wishing you all the very best for 2016. May miracles find you daily.

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Soul mate… the sticking point

I love animals. I have been told that I have a unique connection to animals that others don’t have. They are important to me. I see the beauty in their forms and faces. I see them in my dreams… and when they are in trouble, they find me there, so I can send them to the Light. I love my pets… and yet for years, there has been a block.

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Image: Hjordis by Kristbane, DeviantArt 2015

** This is what Cricket looked like when she first came home.

I hunger for connection. I love them when they are small. I fret over them when they are sick. I make sure they have what they need, but I struggle with just being together. I don’t seem able to reach out for the love that is right there for me.

How did I get here? There was a lesson of love to be discovered.

I have always had a dog… and I have lost my dogs in a series of heart rending tragic events. It makes sense that these experiences have erected a wall between me and the love I see shining in their eyes. It’s like they are patiently waiting for me to put the pieces together. But is that the whole picture?

As a baby, I played in the tall grass in our backyard. It was a new house in a new development. It was farming land. There was no lawn, only tall grass. Mum says that she knew where I was because she could see the grass rustling. Me and my dog, making tunnels and loving each other.

I don’t know what happened to him. I have no memory of him. I regret it.

Later, I sat in the middle of a mass of wriggling bodies. They crawled over my legs and sucked my fingers. It was pure joy. One of these would be mine. How could I choose? They were all wonderful. My little sister was making a fuss about why she couldn’t have one too, but Dad explained that this would be my puppy. I called him Buster. He loved me… until she took him for a walk to the shops and then left him on the front lawn. We drove around and around. I called his name in heart broken accents, the pain in my chest was so bad, but he never answered me. My heart was empty. I don’t know what happened to him.

More wriggling puppies, but there was a distance for me now. It was not a joy. I was only eight, but I had been raped, made a pariah and outcast form my community, moved to a different town and lost daily contact with the grandparents I needed. Her name was Zara. She survived Cyclone Tracy with a twisted hip but had to be shot because Mum and us kids had been evacuated and Dad couldn’t look after her while re-building the city. I was not spared the knowledge of what happened to her.

Fade to grey… Dad finally rejoined us in Adelaide. My brother insisted that we get a puppy from the same breeders. He insisted that the new puppy be the same colour and same name. Zara II loved me when I hit rock bottom. I know she loved me. She lived to a good old age. I just couldn’t step outside my losses.

I understood all of these experiences. I accepted them. But if acceptance and understanding was the key to new behaviours, why was I still stuck decades later?

Cricket was waiting patiently for me to have the necessary breakthrough.

“No matter how close we are to another person, few human relationships are as free from strife, disagreement, and frustration as is the relationship you have with a good dog. Few human beings give of themselves to another as a dog gives of itself. I also suspect that we cherish dogs because their unblemished souls make us wish – consciously or unconsciously – that we were as innocent as they are, and make us yearn for a place where innocence is universal and where the meanness, the betrayals, and the cruelties of this world are unknown.”

Dean Kootz, A Big Little Life: A memoir of a Joyful Dog

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Soul mate… with four legs

“Be the person your dog thinks you are.” JW Stephens

When I met her, she fit in the palm of my hand… so tiny, so perfect.

“I’m not sure what is going to happen,” said the breeder. We sat together in the cosy warmth of her farmhouse kitchen, the steam from our teacups humbly rising to the heavens, as she explained to me the ins-and-outs of Border Terriers.

“Her mother, Lizzie, didn’t do very well with her last litter. She could probably be described as neurotic. She refuses to eat, and she just won’t lie down for the puppies to suckle. She runs out the door when she can and is never in a hurry to come back to them. It’s not normal. On top of that, she is particularly rebellious if it is a man asking her to do something.”

Boy, could I sympathise! Challenges with mothering… check! Cranky at men telling me what to do… check! Desperately wanting to run away from the responsibility of it all… check! check! I had a marriage on the rocks, two traumatised children and something had to change…

So I went looking for someone to help me keep my dreams alive…

And I found this a sleepy little bundle of warmth and hope.

I tapped into the energy that was singing in my body and I gave it to her. She was so tiny. I drew symbol after symbol and laid them over her little body like a mother covering her child with a blanket. I held her to my heart so she could hear it beating. I let the strength of my life force be her guide.

“Three puppies were born, but two weren’t hardy. The little boy has already died and I’m so sorry, but this little girl is not looking strong either. She may not live. We’ll know in the next day.”

She latched onto my thumb and started to suckle. She wanted to live.

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Image: Cricket by Chandler Meakins, 2011

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Truth saying and story telling

“I hope people realize that Past LIfe Regression Therapy works” Bhavi, 2015

Writing the story of ‘Bhavi and me’ took months.

I wasn’t ready.

The magic, the transformation of the experience was so powerful… so sacred that I could only sit with the truth of it. It was some months before I was ready to re-live the experience and find the words that would do it justice.

Bhavi gave me permission to write and share our story from the very first moment. “You should share our experience with Brian and Carole (Weiss). I am happy for you to do that. People may learn from it.” She said, as we walked out into the summer sunshine… together after 500 years.

Every time I looked at her, tears welled up in joy and gratitude. It was automatic. It was a reaction unconnected to my conscious brain. More than anything else, it was this inexplicable welling up of love for a beloved stranger that confirmed this experience as real.

“Emotions never lie.” I reminded myself. “Emotions are the bridge to spiritual truth.” When I left Omega to come home to Australia, the awful pain of separation was like leaving one of my children behind.

And later, when I suggested sharing our story more widely, Bhavi repeated “You should do it” and sent me kisses via WhatsApp.

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Image: Bleeding Hearts 2, by Lauren Burbank at free images.com

Some of you may have been wondering whether the stories I have been sharing are fictional. My purpose in sharing these stories has been to entertain, engage and yes! to educate. To open your hearts and minds to greater possibilities. They are all true.

And as Seth Godin suggests and was my intention… Never be boring.

The truth is… you are immortal.

The truth is… we are all connected.

The truth is… we are re-united with our souls mates again and again.

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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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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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