Have you ever noticed how the Universe delights in making fools of us? Did you ever declare something like, “my toddler will never watch television?” 15 years later you are still singing, “she’s super cool, qué hora, Dora.” Or perhaps you start a blog and state emphatically, “I can’t find the place where hypnosis and Facebook meet.” The instant you publish, you realize you found that place just fine. Awkward timing much?
Here is how the Universe responded to the declaration “my kids will never eat sugar.”
I am learning to be mindful of what I declare. Declarations are an opportunity for the Universe to mess with your head. Always, never, everybody, can’t. These are fighting words, pitting you against infinity, eternity and all-that-is. Good luck with that! Seriously, go for it. Make a statement declaring an absolute. For quickest results, make it righteous and judgemental. Say it out loud. Declare it as truth! Own it. Share it in the comments. In six months we’ll check in and see who got their asses kicked.
A declaration of intent is a powerful tool of creation. It also provides an excellent opening for life to teach humility.
Here is a statement I declared for years:
This is my last life, I’m done with this planet.
I read somewhere that this is a very popular belief with the new agey crowd. Of course it is! Once you have accepted reincarnation AND conscious creation as irrefutable facts, sure to follow is the dawning realization that you don’t have to put up with this bullshit any more.
Hypnosis has an uncanny knack for ferreting out false beliefs and rendering them pointless.
Jump cut to a workshop where I’ve just experienced hypnosis for the first time ever with the fascinating strangeness of being inside my mother’s womb. You can read about that here.
Next stop, a past life.
I am terrified nothing will happen. Stricken. Now is THE MOMENT OF TRUTH I’ve been anticipating for years and performance anxiety is consuming me. As the facilitator begins to guide me into an “appropriate past life,” this chatter runs in my head:
Past life. This is it. *pause*
Nothing is gonna happen. *pause*
I am definitely NOT going to a past life.
This is utterly ridiculous.
10. Counting? NO. NO COUNTING. No. I can’t. Wait!
9. Please, please stop counting. No. NO. Nononononono.
8. I have to pee.
7. Nothing is happening. What. Am. I. Doing???
6, 5. This is stupid. All I see is murky darkness.
4, 3. I have to peeeeeee. This is too much pressure.
2. I can’t do this on command! I need more tiiimmmmeeeee!
1. *snap* Go to the most appropriate past life.
And out of the murky darkness, vague impressions slowly coalesce into form. I am in a big open space with high ceilings and a surrounding second floor balcony looking out over a central area. It looks like…West Edmonton Mall.
Whaaaat? You have GOT to be kidding. I hate West Edmonton Mall.
Look down at your body. I am male. Cool. Wearing a shiny one piece body suit, fitted. Not cool.
Move to your home. A compact, ultra-modern modular alcove with a work space and a bed built into the wall. It’s the Jetsons!
Go to a celebration. Central mall-like space; this is a dome structure of some kind. I am apart from the crowd, solitary. Unengaged but not unhappy. We live here because the outside environment is untenable. It is the future. Ummmm…how is this a PAST life?!
Go to end of your life. I am working quietly and hear screams. I look up to see a tidal wave crashing down the dome walls. In the final moment of my recall I sense someone. It is my mother, my only heart connection. As my body drowns, I recognize my mother as Lena, a daughter in my current life.
What is the lesson of the life you have just left?
The lesson is: this is NOT my last life after all.