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It was pretty cool.
When I got there, the counselor told me there was not likely to be anything earthshaking, especially the first time working with her. I told her that was okay as I'd already had earthshaking on the way to the session.
I've been excited and looking forward to this for weeks now. A couple days before I began to get butterflies in my stomach. By the night before, they were elephants. Then on the way, driving to the appointment, it was all I could do to stay the course. I had a wall of fear that was so extreme that everything in me was yelling run, run, run back home.
I knew it was mounting for a full blown panic attack and I wanted to head it off, so I began searching inside of myself for the source. Now, mind you, I was driving down the freeway. There I was searching to name the source of the feeling when I realized I had a similar reaction more than 20 years ago I had been on my way to a women's spirituality event. I KNEW there were going to be women of many different faiths and paths there, including witches. My church upbringing was rearing its ugly head. As I drove across a bridge, the wall of fear I had to go through was palpable. It was real and so thick I could feel it as I made my way through, but I kept driving.
So, this time as I kept driving I got to the point where I could feel that fear was called guilt. It was a feeling I've carried with me all my life. Some unknown something that made me feel that I'd done something really terrible. Now, I know I'm not that bad and have not done anything more than the stupid things that most people do.
As soon as I named the feeling, it evaporated.
After I’d related this event to the counselor and she’d explained some things about what we were going to do, we began.
I went through a number of events in my current life and she asked me after each one what the lesson was that I took away from the event.
After a few other remembrances, I went back to a time when I was three and outside in the sun. It just felt so good. She asked what I got from that and I told her that the sun felt good and it was good to be here in this body.
My counselor then asked me to go to a time when I was in my mother’s womb. She asked me when I entered there. Three months. Three is what came to me loud and clear. I was busy feeling my finger and toes for the first time. It felt so funny to stretch into them and feel them move that it made me laugh a little.
She asked me about my mother and I told her what I knew about how my mother felt. My mother was sick. She was still having morning sick. I feel badly because it’s my fault. ( J) You understand that it’s not anything you did because she would be sick with any fetus. I responded, yes, but I take things personally.
Then, picking up on my experience of feeling guilt she asked me to go to the place where that started.
It was in a church. I was an infant in my father’s arms. The minister was yelling at him. My father was leaving the church, he was holding me and I thought the minister was yelling at me.
(J) worked with me a bit more to resolve the situation and eventually brought me back to the now.
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