Success Stories, Wins & Testimonials

I had a recurring accident (kind of) – our house was robbed 3 times in 3 months, each time I would lose money or personal belongings (like a laptop, jewelry etc). That really upset me badly, as I was disagree and protesting and started to put on the weight rapidly. Then I looked, how can I take a responsibility for that incident and realized, that I was ignoring the world around me and was living inappropriate life-style: never locked the door, leaving the house as nothing bad could ever happen to me. After the last incident (end of January) when my computer was stolen from the house, I felt disagreement again. I said to my-better-powerful-self “No-p, that was not right, I want my money back, now.” Next day a friend of Sergei came to visit us and brought me $1500.00 so I could buy a new computer to replace the loss. He heard about what happened from Sergei and decided to help. I took the money and bought the new notebook. Then the following 3 weeks I was getting such a strong work demand, that I cold hardly handle the flow. I was making 2-3 times the daily norm every day, while the rest of the company taxi-drivers were still straggling to make a norm. I was getting calls from people, who I gave a ride a year or two ago, who I could not even remember. It continued until I felt satisfied with a compensation and it went back to normal to my content, as there was way too much driving. I am paying back the guy who helped, and am almost through with it.

That was a situation, but not that that I was going to tell you and why I decided to write. Something else happened to me after that last incident, a shift that made it easy to let the upset go, and that brought about other changes (not only that sudden cash inflow).

When I decided that this time I am not having that shit and I want my money back, I knew that money will come back through work and I went out to get ready to deliver – I started washing my car. I had no doubt, I knew. And that was exact moment when something happened.

I felt a pleasure of communicating with my car, which I control pretty good, I felt a pleasure of been connected to it as much as if it was a part of me, and I was totally accepting it as a reliable, dependable, good working part, I just loved my taxi-car, was really enjoying that CONNECTION… and right then…. BOOMS!!! I splat apart from it. There was that same car, but I was seeing it as a mest that I loved and was connected through communication with, but I was no longer smashed into it, I DID NOT HAVE TO BE IN IT TO BE CONNECTED TO IT, it was a shift of borderline. It felt like I walked out of a swamp, or the ocean. I felt not even re-born, I felt I got born – finally – separated from the physical universe! It was not about the car any more, because I felt exactly the same way about the planet, the house, the body. It was not me any more, there was a borderline between me and the body, so than now, while been separated from it, I could suddenly really feel something TOWARD it, there was that FLOW of communication between TWO terminals that I did not feel for as long as I remember myself. I could now actually like or dislike it, which I totally did not care for before that, I felt INTEREST about how it was doing, how does it feel. I suddenly felt responsible for it’s condition, as it was a live organism that BELONGED to me. It was not me anymore, it became MINE, or my representation in here. I wanted to care about it as I cared about the car. And I felt exactly the same about my mind – my memories – good and bad, light and overwhelmingly heavy, happy and “unknown, secret, hidden” engrams. I accepted them all and distanced from them without loosing the touch. I felt that I have them, they are MINE, I am not stuck with them, I can let them go at will and I keep them floating around because they are fun to look at sometimes, and re-experience them. But I do not mind them and they do not bother me. I can let them go as far as I can imaging, and have them back any second at will. The space become not empty, but neat.

It also felt like in that episode of I think it was Terminator 2, where the bad guy could transform his body into any form, looking alike other people. And then in the fire he got melted into the ground – that’s how I was all my life before – “melted” into the physical universe. And the moment that I am trying to describe I felt as all the separate drops of me were coming together, forming a whole one, like in that movie. That process started on the Grade, but continued afterwards. When washing the car, by that moment, I had accumulated enough of me (was it theta accumulated? I think so, yes. It was a process of theta des-enterbulating the entheta.) I felt waking up, “good morning, Mrs Winkle!” :)

Ever after that moment things around me started to change. Needles to say any upset about computer loss disappeared, I even easily said “no” and it came right back to me (in new form). I suddenly started to know which food is right for the body and which is wrong – my sense of taste has changed and I started loosing gained during that last period of protest weight with no effort or restrictions. The skin became smooth and nice color – not dull as it was. I am in good communication with my body now.

But the fun changes are the perceptions. I pick up the communication from dispatcher BEFORE he/she starts talking and pick up the microphone a second before they call me. I saw the tank of life fishes in the store and I could feel their emotions and not clear enough to call it a thought, but some communication of attitude. My friend Anna was out of comm with me for a year, didn’t return my calls and I gave her the space and time she needed not initiating the comm anymore. But now I knew – she is getting ready to pick up from were we left and to patch up the ARCx we had. And she called me in a same week, inviting to visit her and “lets get back together, in comm, I missed you so much”. She was not the only one, I am receiving the letters of “lost” communications with people I felt the comm-cycle was not completed on their part.

At the beginning, when it happened first, at the car, it was the most sharp, and at that moment I thought: “THat is how the Clear must feels like!”. But then there was nobody around who I could share it with, and it kind of flew away. I thought – ok, it may be was a release – some masses moved away, but then came back. I thought I lost the condition for good, but it came back and stayed longer. I am getting accustomed to it as now I consider it normal, the way it should be. It even feels that it was there always, I was just not AWARE of it. It is not something new that I became, but I started only better understand myself, who I really am.

ML,
Tatiana Baklanova