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World Renowned Hypnotherapist and Author Marisa Peer reveals how to use the power of belief and language to create the life of your dreams. Having coached Ho...

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In the birth community, there is a little known thing that can have a great impact on ptsd and fear surrounding pregnancy, labor, and birth. It is called rebirthing. If your birth was traumatic, you can recreate it. Create the perfect birth space. Get in the mind frame. Play it out like a daydream, focus on the experience and the calm. You can do this with your baby, or with an older child, or on your own, or with a trusted friend to guide you. It helps greatly with bonding. And it really can help tremendously. I am going to start utilizing this tactic in other areas of my life ♡

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In this Lecture from 4D University Live, Aaron teaches about our creative power through t...

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19/07/2023

What am I what am I what am I
A living breathing upright sack of bones and meat that bleeds and burns and cries
Everything that once lived will die
First comes the drive, then the mind
A puzzle of complacent regrets, lonely bones that ache to feel
More more more
Gluttonous for sensation dying for temptation
Needing the sting to remember
I'm alive I'm alive I'm alive
Heart thumping head pounding lungs taking breath deeply within feeding life to every cell
I'm in hell I'm in hell I'm in hell
And I won't live to tell
Forever changed
Turn the page
To something happier
It's over for everyone else but for the book it cannot unknow it's chapters
I don't know whether it makes more sense to lay comatose or to have fits of rage
Perhaps both, depending on the page
Keep them guessing
On their little toes
Peering over the walls I've built myself with my own bare bloody busted hands
I hope they slip and fall into someone else's life never to be thought of again
What was I expecting I have forgotten what I once thought was waiting for me
Ill informed was I
Funny the idealist in me survives
To what end but my own discomfort I cannot surmise
Like petals torn from a flower
He loves me, he loves me not
The lure of the unknown is power
Until it's so familiar it cannot be distinguished from my graveyard of failures
Leaving the stem and pistil discarded
Mind subdued and senses re****ed
What am I waiting for
Nothing is coming
Why haven't I been lobotomized for complacency
Vivid images plague me
I wish I had it in me to create these masterpieces of sound and sight but my instruments leave much to be desired
It would be so much easier to accept that I'm tone deaf if I didnt yearn to sing
Why do we acknowledge current events when we can contribute not a single thing
Just wring out hands and worry and pray collectively for peace
But peace is only possible within
And within me the vibrance of passionate painful expression has never ceased
If only if only if only
I could pull it from my mind and place it in the world as a tangible tactile thing
I would wrap my arms around the sound and cuddle it to sleep
I would kiss the fingertips of monstrous figures and take them to float on the cold ocean
Maybe that would be peace
Until the monsters I've made betray me like monsters do until I saw behind the screen of my dreams and understood these creatures are pieces of me until faces melt like wax into horrors that wont let me sleep until all inhalation stops like time frozen on a broken watch until the fractures splinter and spread and weaken my bones until every drop of rain has dried like tears shed in the desert until my heart stops feeling until my mind stops realing until my soul is reborn into something more worth my while until every last grain of sand slips from my fragile hands until every last connection is severed until the darkness comes in like the tide to wash away what's too stupid to seek higher ground until there is no one left around me suffocating me with the demand of accountability until the universe releases me from this cyclical cacophony of want and need until we are upside down and inside out raw exposed vulnerable until birds have picked our bones clean until it is not just me until I feel the pull of another until dreams speak
Until until until
Until wonder sleeps