Do you remember your very first memory? ๐คโจ 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 โณ๐. They don’t just allow you to relive moments; they actually add to your current reality ๐. 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 ๐ฎ๐ฅ. They emerge with raw power as if they’ve been patiently waiting for their turn to be remembered ๐ฌ๏ธ๐ฎ.
In those moments, it’s not simply about seeing with the eyes ๐; it’s about feeling with the depths of your soul ๐๐. It’s an overwhelming surge of anticipation, a burst of happiness, or a deeply felt sense of wonder that fills their entire being ๐๐. Believe me when I say, I’ve seen it happen time and time again โฐ๐. (Pun intended ๐)
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 ๐๐. And she realized that she needed to recreate that electrifying feeling within her body, as a reminder of the sheer excitement of anticipation โก๐คฉ.
Another client remembered the feeling of brimming with energy when she woke up, ready to play with her favourite toy ๐๐งธ. She couldn’t recall the specific toy, but the thrill and exhilaration were palpable ๐ข๐. When she opened her eyes after the regression, she knew she had to awaken to that charged feeling every single day โก๐ช.
But there’s one particular memory that has forever stayed with me ๐๐ญ. It involved someone gazing up at their baby crib mobile, although she wasn’t aware of those details at the time ๐ถ๐ต. What she experienced was an overwhelming sense of peaceful bliss, as if she were moving through the softest, most enchanting air imaginable โ๏ธ๐. 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 ๐๐ซ.
Even at such a tender age, their consciousness is imprinted with glimpses of their journey through time โณ๐. Memories serve as reminders that our personal odysseys commence long before we can truly comprehend them ๐๐.
And that was certainly the case for me ๐ค๐ญ.
When it comes to my own memories, they didn’t start flowing until I reached the ripe age of five ๐๏ธ๐. However, that first tangible memory? Oh boy, it’s etched into the very core of my being ๐๏ธ๐ซ. It’s a memory that I believe ignited it all…
Imagine this scene ๐ฌ: 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 ๐ฌ๐๏ธ. Standing beside it is my mother, delicately painting our family name onto it ๐จ๐ก. We had just moved, and everything was in the process of creation ๐ง๐ .
Step by step, I make my way up the driveway. Our lazy collie lounges right there on the quiet rural road ๐ถ๐ณ. And there I stand, eagerly waiting for my mother’s attention, hoping she’d say something ๐โโ๏ธ๐ญ. But she’s lost in her own creative bubble, a world all her own ๐จ๐. (Years later, I discovered that same mailbox adorned with her painted flowers, a testament to her artistic spirit ๐ธ๐จ.)
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 ๐๐๏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 โณ๐ถโโ๏ธ. I can simultaneously see and feel both versions of myself as if I’ve become a time-travelling wizard ๐งโโ๏ธ๐. I exist in two places at once, fully accepting and embracing this extraordinary phenomenon ๐.
Excited, I walk through the tunnel, moving towards the version of myself standing at the end of the driveway ๐ถโโ๏ธโก๏ธ๐ถโโ๏ธ. When I reach the other end, I look at myself, meeting my own eyes, bridging the gap between past and present ๐๏ธ. It’s a moment of profound connection ๐ค๐ซ.
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 ๐๏ธ๐จ. Her presence breaks the spell, grounding me back into the linear flow of time โฐ๐.
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 โณโจ. 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 ๐๐.
I’m utterly convinced that babies and children engage in these explorations naturally, effortlessly traversing the realms of time โ ๐งธ. It’s not some contrived or imagined concept; it’s an inherent part of their extraordinary journey ๐๐.
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 โณ๐. 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 ๐๐.
You can expect to hear much more about time travelling and all its gifts from me in the future ๐๐ฎ. (Yes, another pun, fully intended ๐).
With love and excitement,
Jonni ๐โค๏ธ
