๐Ÿ”™Remembering the unforgettable – first memory reboot ๐Ÿ”„โœจ

Uncategorized โ€ข June 1, 2023

Do you remember your very first memory? ๐Ÿค”โœจ 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 โณ๐ŸŒŒ. They don’t just allow you to relive moments; they actually add to your current reality ๐ŸŒŸ. 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 ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ’ฅ. They emerge with raw power as if they’ve been patiently waiting for their turn to be remembered ๐ŸŒฌ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฎ.

In those moments, it’s not simply about seeing with the eyes ๐Ÿ‘€; it’s about feeling with the depths of your soul ๐ŸŒŸ๐Ÿ’–. It’s an overwhelming surge of anticipation, a burst of happiness, or a deeply felt sense of wonder that fills their entire being ๐Ÿ˜๐ŸŒŸ. Believe me when I say, I’ve seen it happen time and time again โฐ๐Ÿ”. (Pun intended ๐Ÿ˜‰)

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 ๐Ÿš—๐ŸŽ’. And she realized that she needed to recreate that electrifying feeling within her body, as a reminder of the sheer excitement of anticipation โšก๐Ÿคฉ.

Another client remembered the feeling of brimming with energy when she woke up, ready to play with her favourite toy ๐ŸŽ‰๐Ÿงธ. She couldn’t recall the specific toy, but the thrill and exhilaration were palpable ๐ŸŽข๐Ÿ˜„. When she opened her eyes after the regression, she knew she had to awaken to that charged feeling every single day โšก๐Ÿ’ช.

But there’s one particular memory that has forever stayed with me ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ’ญ. It involved someone gazing up at their baby crib mobile, although she wasn’t aware of those details at the time ๐Ÿ‘ถ๐ŸŽต. What she experienced was an overwhelming sense of peaceful bliss, as if she were moving through the softest, most enchanting air imaginable โ˜๏ธ๐ŸŒŸ. 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 ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜ซ.

Even at such a tender age, their consciousness is imprinted with glimpses of their journey through time โณ๐ŸŒŸ. Memories serve as reminders that our personal odysseys commence long before we can truly comprehend them ๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ”.

And that was certainly the case for me ๐Ÿค”๐Ÿ’ญ.

When it comes to my own memories, they didn’t start flowing until I reached the ripe age of five ๐Ÿ–๏ธ๐Ÿ“†. However, that first tangible memory? Oh boy, it’s etched into the very core of my being ๐Ÿ—๏ธ๐Ÿ’ซ. It’s a memory that I believe ignited it all…

Imagine this scene ๐ŸŽฌ: 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 ๐Ÿ“ฌ๐Ÿž๏ธ. Standing beside it is my mother, delicately painting our family name onto it ๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿก. We had just moved, and everything was in the process of creation ๐Ÿšง๐Ÿ .

Step by step, I make my way up the driveway. Our lazy collie lounges right there on the quiet rural road ๐Ÿถ๐ŸŒณ. And there I stand, eagerly waiting for my mother’s attention, hoping she’d say something ๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’ญ. But she’s lost in her own creative bubble, a world all her own ๐ŸŽจ๐ŸŒŒ. (Years later, I discovered that same mailbox adorned with her painted flowers, a testament to her artistic spirit ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŽจ.)

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 ๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŽž๏ธ.

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 โณ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™€๏ธ. I can simultaneously see and feel both versions of myself as if I’ve become a time-travelling wizard ๐Ÿง™โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŒŒ. I exist in two places at once, fully accepting and embracing this extraordinary phenomenon ๐ŸŒ€.

Excited, I walk through the tunnel, moving towards the version of myself standing at the end of the driveway ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™€๏ธโžก๏ธ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™€๏ธ. When I reach the other end, I look at myself, meeting my own eyes, bridging the gap between past and present ๐Ÿ‘๏ธ. It’s a moment of profound connection ๐Ÿค๐Ÿ’ซ.

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 ๐Ÿ–Œ๏ธ๐ŸŽจ. Her presence breaks the spell, grounding me back into the linear flow of time โฐ๐ŸŒŠ.

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 โณโœจ. 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 ๐ŸŒŒ๐ŸŒŸ.

I’m utterly convinced that babies and children engage in these explorations naturally, effortlessly traversing the realms of time โ›…๐Ÿงธ. It’s not some contrived or imagined concept; it’s an inherent part of their extraordinary journey ๐Ÿš€๐ŸŒŸ.

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 โณ๐ŸŒˆ. 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 ๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ“š.

You can expect to hear much more about time travelling and all its gifts from me in the future ๐ŸŽ‰๐Ÿ”ฎ. (Yes, another pun, fully intended ๐Ÿ˜‰).

With love and excitement,

Jonni ๐ŸŒŸโค๏ธ

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