Two Psychic Dreams that Changed Everything for Me...
Things have changed. The main reason I blogged about my progress in wiggling out of my fat suit was because I had to.
According to Wikipedia, The Art of War, is a Chinese military treatise that was written by Sun Tzu in the 6th century BC, which was composed of 13 chapters, each of which is devoted to one aspect of warfare, it is said to be the definitive work on military strategies and tactics of its time, and still one of the basic texts. It is still a course available at Harvard.
The first chapter is the most important and it's about positioning yourself. If you aren't in a good place when you start, you've lost the battle before you begin. I had done that wrong every time before. Anyone who goes on a 1200, 1500, even 1700 calorie a day diet without adjusting it daily based on the variance in the calories burned can be 99% certain they're going to fail. Refer to the Daily Plate if that sentence doesn't make sense to you yet. But that wasn't all. I didn't prepare myself mentally for the long journey ahead. I didn't strengthen my mind and body to withstand the hardships that one must endure to get to the other side of such a high mountain.
This time, I've used every mistake I've learned from to break my yoyo pattern. I programmed in the best health and persistence quotes daily, often all day long, I've listened to the most empowering songs, and listened to the best "I'm glad to break up with you" songs all day long - especially when I work out. When do I stop the programming completely? The day I die. Just like Burger King, you play the commercials EVERY day. And just to tighten things up just a bit, I put myself out here for all to see whether I work out today or not, and every day that sharp little sword of humiliation was ready to stab me if I didn't.
I'm continuing all of that, except bothering ya'll with it. I had a dream last night. I had it three times and if I dream it 3 times, that's psychic. In the dream the kindest voice I've ever heard chuckled when he said "Lollie, you don't have to blog about it any more. Post the glass floors. Other than that stick to your job, your work and your play. If you skip a day working out, then come back daily, until then, trust me, you're fine. You're fine. You're fine." The rest of the night it felt like all I heard over and over was "you're fine, you're fine. you're fine."
Then today, a deeply trusted friend, knowing nothing at all about the dreams I had just last night talked to me about shifting the focus of my blog back to psychic ability as an ability rather than an "occult" thing. I know it's an "occult thing' for and to a lot of people. But not to me. It's an ability and it works like all my other abilities and operates under the same rules. They're tools, just like a hammer. You can use it to build a house or to bust holes in a house. Tools are neither good nor evil in and of themselves. It's all in what you do with them.
So that's what I'll be doing because when your psychic dreams and a great friend give you the same advice in 8 hours that works for me. :))
I want to tell you about the other time I heard that particular voice. Usually the voice in my psychic dreams is mine, it's as if me in the future is guiding me along the incredible path that is my life. But this voice, this same gentle, wonderful masculine voice came to me one night 30 years ago. It just called me Jessie, over and over and it felt like the sweetest name on the earth.... it felt like he was calling ME Jessie. So the next day I went to Mitch, one of the best psychics I ever trained to access his psychic ability with a deck of cards.
I said Mitch what's the next five years look like if I keep the name Lollie, and what's it look like if I change my name to Jessie?
"That may be the craziest pair of questions you've ever asked me, Lollie."
"Yeah, I know. What do the cards say?" And sure as the world, life as usual if I stayed Lollie, and a great, beautiful new love in life from a wonderful man, younger than me if I changed my name to Jessie.
A little over a week later Tim and I, 'Jessie' met. He remains to this day, the greatest love of my life. He was never mean, he never even acted like he'd like to hit me, he never cussed me, he was funny, charming, and years later when I asked each of my daughters (two different daughters on two different days, separately) that terrifying question that I had to be sure of "Your dad, he didn't ever, you know, touch you wrong or..." Each daughter recoiled in horror. "Oh GOD Mother!! No! Gross! Dad would never!!" That's right, in a world full of triflin, hateful, and even molesting men, this woman, even wearing a fat suit had found a truly wonderful man.
So with that magical beginning to the greatest love of my life, Tim Dickson, is it any wonder when that same voice finally comes back and tells me "it's okay to quit blogging daily about your progress, you're fine, you're fine, you're fine," that I am here today telling you.... I'll still blog and maybe even daily. But the weight progress blogs will come as I break through the successive glass floors and reach my goal waist.
There is great relief in this. I have a lot to do these days, refining the mental, physical and emotional program to help others break free from abusive foods and even healthy foods in abusive amounts, working out, working here at Keen, cleaning house, playing ping pong, and enjoying my friends and my dogs.
And yes if that voice comes to me and tells me to change my name to Howdy Doody, that's exactly what I'll do. So here's hoping I never have THAT dream three times! :D&-=
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