June 1, 2023
🔙Remembering the unforgettable – first memory reboot 🔄✨
Do you remember your very first memory? 🤔✨ It’s the one that often tugs at your heartstrings and paints a vivid picture in your mind. It might be a snapshot, but more than likely your very first memory is so much more than that.
I believe memories have this magical ability to whisk you away on epic adventures through time ⏳🌌. They don’t just allow you to relive moments; they actually add to your current reality 🌟. It’s as if they have the power to stretch you beyond the confines of the present.
Throughout my years of guiding clients through age regressions, I’ve witnessed something remarkable. Those first memories come rushing back to them, unfiltered, untamed, and visceral 😮💥. They emerge with raw power as if they’ve been patiently waiting for their turn to be remembered 🌬️🔮.
In those moments, it’s not simply about seeing with the eyes 👀; it’s about feeling with the depths of your soul 🌟💖. It’s an overwhelming surge of anticipation, a burst of happiness, or a deeply felt sense of wonder that fills their entire being 😍🌟. Believe me when I say, I’ve seen it happen time and time again ⏰🔁. (Pun intended 😉)
Let me share an example. There was one client who described with great vividness the excitement of waiting. She didn’t have all the details, but she knew the emotion and thrill pulsating through her body. Later, she discovered that she was waiting for the start of a family holiday, eagerly awaiting her dad’s return from filling up the family station wagon 🚗🎒. And she realized that she needed to recreate that electrifying feeling within her body, as a reminder of the sheer excitement of anticipation ⚡🤩.
Another client remembered the feeling of brimming with energy when she woke up, ready to play with her favourite toy 🎉🧸. She couldn’t recall the specific toy, but the thrill and exhilaration were palpable 🎢😄. When she opened her eyes after the regression, she knew she had to awaken to that charged feeling every single day ⚡💪.
But there’s one particular memory that has forever stayed with me 😌💭. It involved someone gazing up at their baby crib mobile, although she wasn’t aware of those details at the time 👶🎵. What she experienced was an overwhelming sense of peaceful bliss, as if she were moving through the softest, most enchanting air imaginable ☁️🌟. It left a lasting impression on her and me because it highlighted the stark contrast between that timeless spaciousness and the tremendous stress she felt on a daily basis as an adult 😌😫.
Even at such a tender age, their consciousness is imprinted with glimpses of their journey through time ⏳🌟. Memories serve as reminders that our personal odysseys commence long before we can truly comprehend them 🚀🔍.
And that was certainly the case for me 🤔💭.
When it comes to my own memories, they didn’t start flowing until I reached the ripe age of five 🖐️📆. However, that first tangible memory? Oh boy, it’s etched into the very core of my being 🗝️💫. It’s a memory that I believe ignited it all…
Imagine this scene 🎬: I’m standing at one end of our country driveway, my gaze fixated on our light blue tin mailbox nestled by the side of the road 📬🏞️. Standing beside it is my mother, delicately painting our family name onto it 🎨🏡. We had just moved, and everything was in the process of creation 🚧🏠.
Step by step, I make my way up the driveway. Our lazy collie lounges right there on the quiet rural road 🐶🌳. And there I stand, eagerly waiting for my mother’s attention, hoping she’d say something 🙇♂️💭. But she’s lost in her own creative bubble, a world all her own 🎨🌌. (Years later, I discovered that same mailbox adorned with her painted flowers, a testament to her artistic spirit 🌸🎨.)
Finally, I turn away from her and cast a glance back at the spot where I had stood just moments ago. And that’s when my first visceral memory truly begins 🌟🎞️.
In the landscape of my experience, I find myself standing within a long tunnel, stretching from my current position to that very spot where I was, moments ago ⏳🚶♀️. I can simultaneously see and feel both versions of myself as if I’ve become a time-travelling wizard 🧙♂️🌌. I exist in two places at once, fully accepting and embracing this extraordinary phenomenon 🌀.
Excited, I walk through the tunnel, moving towards the version of myself standing at the end of the driveway 🚶♀️➡️🚶♀️. When I reach the other end, I look at myself, meeting my own eyes, bridging the gap between past and present 👁️. It’s a moment of profound connection 🤝💫.
I don’t know how long I remained in that trance-like state. But, as life would have it, my mother then strolls past me, clutching her paintbrushes and a palette of vibrant colours 🖌️🎨. Her presence breaks the spell, grounding me back into the linear flow of time ⏰🌊.
I don’t have the words to capture the exhilaration I felt as I shifted through time, fully embracing my role as a bona fide time traveller ⏳✨. But I can tell you it’s an experience that has stayed with me my whole life, always reminding me of the infinite possibilities that unfold before us 🌌🌟.
I’m utterly convinced that babies and children engage in these explorations naturally, effortlessly traversing the realms of time ⛅🧸. It’s not some contrived or imagined concept; it’s an inherent part of their extraordinary journey 🚀🌟.
Of course, the past is more than one lifetime, but it’s a wonderful place to start to honour those moments that transcend the confines of time itself ⏳🌈. It’s a collective journey of exploration and self-discovery, with anticipation for the untold stories of the past and the boundless possibilities of the future 🚀📚.
You can expect to hear much more about time travelling and all its gifts from me in the future 🎉🔮. (Yes, another pun, fully intended 😉).
With love and excitement,