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The Nature Of Personal Reality, Session 610, June 7, 1972. A Seth Book, Jane Roberts
“The living picture of the world grows within the mind. The world as it appears to you is like a three-dimensional painting in which each individual takes a hand. Each color, each line appears within it has first been painted within a mind, and only then does it materialize without.
In this case, however, the artists themselves are a portion of the painting and appears within it. There is no effect in the exterior world that does not spring from an inter source. There is no motion that does not first occur within the mind.
The great creativity of consciousness is your heritage. It does not belong to mankind alone, however. Each living being possesses it, and the living world consists of spontaneous cooperation that exists between the smallest and the highest, the greatest and the lowly, between the atoms and the molecules and the conscious, reasoning mind.”
This is new area for me, and I have not written to much about this, but I am pursuing the dream of helping people to help themselves through the process of facilitating past life regressions. Having completed the academic part of the course the next step is to practice with other practitioners to get comfortable with the process.
I had the opportunity to do my first practice session on March first. The practitioner said I could post the video; I prefer to just mention some of the insights in a non-disclosure way.
I had talked to the other practitioner I was doing the session with, and they said they have had a difficult time seeing anything at the beginning of a session and are often stuck in a comfortable dark space and that they have had a difficult time getting out of it. It is their safe place.
I also am unsure if I have mentioned anything in regard to some other dreams I have had, that when I offer to try to help someone, I have dreams that match their situation. It is as if it is me in the dream and I see it out of their eyes. This dream is the sixth time this has happened for me. I am still a bit in the dark about why or what exactly to do with it.
This was the dream I had the night before the session.
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I am entering a salvage/junkyard at night. I can see old pieces of machinery hanging from the corrugated tin covered high walls.
A variety of undefined junk is covering the ground.
There is a large track machine that is tipped over on it’s side. It has two wide long cloth straps attached to hydraulic rollers or pistons, I haven’t seen one just like it before, but it is used to move the scrap around.
I see there in no way out of the area except to leave the way I entered.
As I start to leave suddenly the lights fade and I go blind. I stumble a bit over the debris and realize that I have to sit down and there is no way out.
As I tried to sit down a felt two people grab my arms to help me to be seated so I didn’t fall.
End of dream.
I follow my dreams through meditation and have done it long enough to know that any blockage I encounter in a dream is a symbolic representation of my personal beliefs. I have learned that I can relax, let my mind settle and follow the images my mind presents and if there is a boundary I can always find a way through, over or around. I can imagine myself changed or the boundary changed. I have very little trouble with opening useful doors that in turn allow me to deal with my waking world. I did not expect this to be any different.
I realized that this was not my usual dream experience and assumed that it was a representation of who I was doing a session with. I imagined the junkyard to be their backlog of unprocessed emotions and events, we all have one. They couldn’t see a way to get out of it, so darkness is more comforting than exposure. I imagined myself righting and repairing the track machine, so it could again do its job of processing the junk that is stored. I then decided to exit the junkyard.
I spent an hour and a half trying to find a comfortable stopping point. I used my inner light as a flashlight, but it was really dim. The walls were unclimbable and impenetrable.
I finally got myself out of the junkyard itself, but I still was in the extra dark surroundings. No matter what I tried as a solution it just wasn’t confirmed that it was working.
I finally saw what looked like a string of white pearls hanging in the darkness.
I have seen the representations of past lives in a variety of ways.
I have seen them as drops of dew on an endless spiderweb, eyelets in the fabric of time as we weave our way from experience to experience like a needle and thread, a little girl skipping through space endlessly blowing bubbles, each bubble a lifetime to be explored. I thought this hanging string of pearls would be the same.
I entered a pearl and instead of a lifetime it was just a small space the size of an average room. It was lit well enough to let me relax and feel comfortable enough to end my meditation.
When I opened my eyes and regrouped my first thought was, “What the hell was that?” I have not had that much trouble maneuvering my way through a dream reference for long time.
The whisperer whispered, “You were in a thought bubble.”
This whole meditation process was a meditative representation of what Seth opens his book with that I posted at the top of this post. (Session 610)
The session I had with the other practitioner, went exactly the same as the meditation. We did get out of the dark safe room through a ripple in space, but it opened into a dark universe with a dead planet. We discovered some junk from this lifetime that is most likely the cause of the need for a safe dark room and we ended in a better lit safe room. Their protective thought bubble that offers relief from unprocessed debris.
I think I initiated the start of a healing process, but I feel bad that I couldn’t offer more of a way to resolve the conflict.
Since this experience I have been looking at this situation my friend has, as their thought bubble and I have started to take the time to look at all the things I have created in my life in the manner Seth proposes. The amount of creative freewill it offers is endless. I have been looking at those things that I have struggled with as echoes of what my beliefs and thought have decorated my thought bubble with, knowing that as soon as I start to imagine and create a more pleasing reality the sooner it will be painted on the world I see.
It is not a difficult process, I send love to the old belief, many of which were well intended, but no longer useful or even valid in light of new information. If it is a big one, I just chip a chip in it with a hammer of doubt and ask the universe for the healthiest most useful thought that will help me to create a more comfortable place for myself and others. It might take a bit to undo some of the collateral damage my thoughts have produced, but that is a thought that can be changed too.
It is just a bubble; I don’t have to stay in it. I thought this idea might be useful to someone else.