The Subconscious - An Endless Storyteller - Hello and welcome back to my blog!- "I know that I know nothing", the restricted mind might be thinking in all its recommended modesty, whereas the subconscious is indeed entitled to at least subtly indicate, "And I encompass all the knowledge that there is, both individually and collectively." Should you perhaps wonder where the soul can be found in all of this, well it is actually somewhere in between the opposite realms of nothing and all. Therefore whenever I regress or progress someone - or should I rather say guide them as they delve into their past or future lives, I usually turn towards the Higher Self which is not just inherent in each and every one of us but also builds a bridge between the individual soul and the collective subliminal pool of indefinitely accessible however purely symbolically encrypted information. Those signs and symbols tend to appear together with various color impulses and are rather felt than literally read. Sometimes it takes more than just sensing certain signals and signs on the surface as there may be several layers waiting to be lifted and revealed one by one. This particularly applies in cases of severe traumatic scenarios such as rape, genocide, the loss of limbs, torture, etc. consequently disabling the soul from healing. At times, of course, traumata are unearthed at God's discretion, so to speak, which means not necessarily during past life regression sessions but rather uneventfully, apparently detached and yes, completely out of the blue. As I referred to in my book 8 Letters To Paul which is still only available in German, one day out of nowhere I rather nonchalantly shared a key- piece of information which had been briefly brought to my attention during a previous tarot card reading with a motherly friend and mentor. The very moment those words were leaving my mouth, I felt as if I was being remotely shut off on a conscious level. Instead my sublime stepped in, took over fully and began to hoist that traumatic experience dating back 18 years. Sure enough, my soul was still hurting, but by then it had quite obviously reached that point of finally letting go and facing the past event. Having finally got back to my senses a few moments later, I was suddenly overcome with an incredibly powerful sensation of just wanting to fall apart right there and then. That feeling swiftly and mercilessly spread throughout my entire body and painfully rushed into every single cell. No doubt, I was absolutely shell- shocked and for a few seconds completely out of control even, but I simply had no other choice but stare that trauma in the eye after all. To be honest, I have got no clue what impact traumata generally have on the physical body, but I do firmly believe in being healed according to the old Latin saying: "Mens sana in corpore sano" which translates into "A healthy mind [lives] in a healthy body". What I just shared here with you was "only" a present life time trauma, though. Just imagine how much traumatizing hurt and agony a soul experiences in a long series of a hundred or more different existences. We are alternately born male or female, but paradoxically, the standard is hardly ever a fair 50/ 50- balance. We consequently keep coming back as long and as often as it takes to learn how to ideally combine both sexes' qualities and ultimately metamorphose into completely androgynous entities. We reincarnate into different races, religions and geographical regions. Likes as well as dislikes not just concerning certain races or places but certainly also certain foods, music, fashion, behavioral patterns, etc. all derive from having gathered precious karmic experience on a very personal level. I, for example, deeply care for Asia since I've already spent numerous lives there. Oddly, in many ways I still feel more Asian than European or American even though I've also lived here and there multiple times and don't have any present ties to Asia really. I am especially intrigued by the kind of regression sessions in which a soul displays past life talents and abilities such as long lost or rather considerably altered language knowledge or mastering musical instruments. Back in my university days I remember taking a few classes together with an older and completely average and low- key colleague. One day she fell in the street and injured her head which evoked massive seizures during which she suddenly and miraculously switched from German to Old English as could be verified at a later point by linguists specialized in Middle and Old English. This incident proved to me that is very well possible to be reborn as a genius, prodigy or savant because all the past life information is forever collectively stored in every individual's subconscious and is therefore, technically speaking, rather easily accessible. Sometimes, however, it just takes an extraordinary or crucial event to trigger and revive those talents. Let me tell you more about that next week.
College or no college - That's the question Now the time is here again for high school graduates to venture off to college and university. I still, to this day, remember being thrilled and overly excited to start as a fresh(wo)man in a new place where studying would go hand in glove with partying for the next few years. I love to see every one's kids swarm out and flock together in college districts and on student campus terrains. Most teenagers get accepted somewhere even though often at second or third choice sites, but they will all have to face one and the same question which is, at what price? Unless you are granted a scholarship, three years and plus of college education costs you an arm and a leg, and if you keep going for more profound specialization, you will be in debts up your neck by the time you have got your PhD. Then what? Go and spit out job applications like a ball machine hoping that someone is going to hire you - unless of course you were lucky eno...
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