April 11, 2005

• Unexpectedly, I have the computer to myself this morning.  About
  4AM, Doug lay down for a three hour nap on the couch, and when I woke
  him at the appointed time, instead of returning to his fanfic writing
  tournament, he stumbled off to bed.

  I’ve lost one half-finished post here already today.  This Mercury
  station is a rough one.  I realized yesterday that both the
  firewood deal with Tim and my attempt to help and/or counsel the person
  who wanted me to conspire to commit fraud were entirely within the
  retrograde period.  The last time I heard from Tim was three or
  four days ago, and he said he’d be here in a couple of hours with a
  load of wood.  I have decided to wait until Merc gets moving again
  before I try to call him.  An email that was sent to me several
  days ago about the other deal got stuck in my ISP’s spam filter and I
  just found it this morning.  It suggests that neither of us has
  understood much of what the other was saying throughout the entire
  exchange.  On that one, I’ve said all I have to say.

  If
  I end up cutting this post short and leaving things dangling, it will
  probably be because Doug has awakened and wants this machine.  I’m
  not going to offer him any frustrations.  He has had enough. 
  Hilary, the new cat in the household, has gone missing.  For the
  last week or so she has been going in and out at will, as the other
  cats do.  On her first solo outing she went up a tree and Doug had
  to go up a ladder to get her down, but until last night she’d been
  going in and out okay.  She even learned how to lean on the door
  and get back in without our opening it for her.  During the night,
  she scampered out.  When she didn’t return, he went looking for
  her.  Hilary and Doug bonded strongly, and he’s torn up about her
  being gone.

  When I turned my radio on this morning, I heard the click and the
  display lit up and then it went dead.  All the outlets in the
  living room are dead.  That would seem to be a tripped circuit
  breaker, but none of the breakers in the box are tripped.

  I was turning on the radio because I had this feeling
  that something was up and I wanted to hear what the newscast had to
  say.  I had already gone to Google news.  Nothing there
  seemed to resonate with that funny feeling.  I still don’t know
  what’s up, or whether my feeling is a neuronal misfire, a clairvoyant
  alarm of something that hasn’t made the news yet, a premonition of
  something that hasn’t happened yet, or what.

  Before I forget again, I want to answer a question that lupa
  asked, and I’ll answer it here because recently when I mentioned a past
  life several people made comments that indicated interest.  The
  specific question was whether one would be likely to get nightmares or
  screaming panic attacks from what they might recall in a past-life
  regression.  That’s a valid concern and a good question. 
  This issue is the reason that I recommend the hypnotic regression tapes
  and CD’s from Dick Sutphen’s prohypnosis.com. 
  His altered state inductions always include a post-hypnotic suggestion
  that you are viewing these events with detachment and will experience
  no pain, fear, etc.

  I know how important that is.  About 18 years ago, I attended a
  Sutphen Psychic Seminar in Sedona where at one evening session Dick let
  a protege of his do a group regression.  At each of the main
  sessions with Dick, there were about 300 people, but only about fifty
  of us came for the extra evening session.  The focus that the
  young man chose was relationships.  We were instructed to think of
  someone with whom we had a difficult or troubling relationship and
  regress to the experience that caused it.  His technique was
  okay.  The group achieved the altered state.

  He neglected, however, to give the detached perspective
  suggestion.  The relationship I focused on was with Doug.  I
  had an enlightening and very interesting regression.  I
  experienced more immediacy in it than in any one before that.  I
  was right there.  It was mildly disturbing to me because in that
  life I was a man, and I was beating a young woman to death.  I did
  get the insight into my relationship with my son that I sought, but I
  was brought out of the altered state before the young man gave any
  return suggestions.

  I am a “light-level” hypnotic subject.  Before I started using
  Sutphen regression tapes, several people had tried unsuccessfully to
  hypnotize me.  I could do self-hypnosis, but wouldn’t let go for
  anyone else.  That difficulty with induction, I’ve learned, is
  part of the pattern for someone who is a “light-level” subject.  I
  go down hard and come out easy.  If a mosquito buzzes me while I’m
  in trance, I come out.  At the other end of the spectrum are the
  ones some hypnotists call somnambulists.  They go down easy and
  come out of trance with difficulty.  Dick’s inductions are
  designed to work for everyone.

  It wasn’t a mosquito that brought me out that time.  It was my
  friend Mary, in the chair next to me.  She was crying.  A few
  rows in front of us, a man was on the floor, moaning and
  writhing.  Several people were screaming or crying, and there were
  a lot of them like me, sitting there wide-eyed looking around at the
  confusion.  The kid seemed a little flustered as he gave the
  return suggestions.  I suppose that was a learning experience for
  him.  I’ve always wondered what Dick might have said to him next
  time he saw him.  That night, Dick and Tara were doing private
  sessions in another part of the hotel.

  Let me emphasize that the experience at that session was very
  atypical.  Nothing like that had occurred at any other group
  sessions, nor had I ever had anything similar when I used the tapes and
  CDs.  It was just the omission of the detachment suggestion that
  caused it.  Doing a regression with a Sutphen CD is much like
  watching a movie.  You understand that what you’re viewing
  happened to you, but you don’t experience it as if it is happening to
  you now.

  I have mentioned that I no longer use regression aids.  I don’t
  need them any more.  Memories from past lives come up
  spontaneously, just as the memories from earlier times in this
  life.  The are triggered sometimes by the occurrence of similar
  experiences, and sometimes come up when I meet someone I knew in a past
  life.  I have been told that the ability to spontaneously recall
  past lives is an attribute of the old soul at level four.  I
  dunno.  All I know is that as a child, I had dreams of places and
  events I’d had no way of knowing about in this life.  Then later,
  through life experience, discussions with others who had similar
  experiences, and regression work, I came to understand that those
  dreams had been past-life memories.  Later still, the memories
  became integrated with my ordinary recall.  Sometimes I forget
  what I ate for breakfast or whether I remembered to take my meds, but I
  remember the night they set Xocoma on fire, how it sounded, and
  smelled, and who was there with me.
  

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