It’s Just Another Day and I’m Still An HSP…Or Am I?
I still like to fall back to sleep in the morning. For some reason it seems to be when I get my best sleep time. You know, from the time I should get up to the time I actually get up. Don’t get me wrong. Sometimes it’s a matter of moments, but often I’ll look at the clock and focus on contemplating my gratitudes . . . and then, boom. It’s an hour (or so) later. How does that happen?
How does it happen that even these days, when I want to get up and be the person I am and do the things I do, I still feel that old hankering to dive back under the covers like a mole underground.
“It’s so darn hard.” (Or is it?)
I have a feeling that it’s due to my old conditioning, my old cell patterns, that are still signaling me that life is HARD. That getting up only means more HARDSHIP. That once you’re up you have to deal with everything that’s HARD that is sure to happen that day.
Wow. What a realization.
Even though I’m no longer that person, apparently, inside, there is still a kernel of the old me that says, “Are you sure you really want to get into the day when you don’t know what it will bring?” It’s the control thing again. The belief that life is out of our control and that staying in bed will solve everything because if I’m in bed nothing will happen and if nothing happens then I’ll be fine.
Talk about circular logic.
I recorded some music a while back that is encoded with the frequencies of cell-pattern restructuring. Its purpose, like all my guided music, is to bypass the natural levels of human resistance and get directly into the DNA where energy really shifts. More than that, though, this specific recording is meant to deal with the long-ingrained beliefs and emotions we hold around why and how we deal with life. Big stuff, like the legacies of our families, the generations before us that spawned our genetic makeup, and the generations to come.
With any kind of tool from the HSP toolbox, you have to use it to experience what it offers and the results it can have. If you have a hammer, but don’t use it to bang in the nail, what good is it?
This morning I reminded myself of the following:
- What good is knowing about your Psychic Octopus if you don’t bother applying it?
- What good is conscious awareness if you ignore it?
- What good is guided music if you don’t listen to it?
The answer? Not much.
So today I opened up my audiofiles and set “Pushing the Reset Button” music to loop all day long. Eventually, I put it on mute because who wants to hear the same music all day long, right? But it doesn’t matter. The energy vibrates at a frequency that somehow automatically burrows in deep into the soul, deep into the DNA where it is needed the most. Where I need it the most right now.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll wake up looking more like this.
I’ll let you know.
