Miraculous Healing – “The Power of Love”

The Healing Power of Divine Intervention

Mom and baby

My first experience of performing what would be deemed a miracle, came as a desperate response to a moment of incredible devastation that pushed me past all limitation, not by endlessly engaging in the limitations themselves in an attempt to process them and overcome them, but by transcending them by losing all awareness of the perception in which the limitations existed. Like shifting into another space, nested within the same situation, in which fear didn’t exist and wasn’t even a consideration. This experience was an amazing lesson not only in helping me to see my own capabilities and learn to build confidence by believing in myself, but also revealing to me the shocking reality of how people tend to show up in times when it matters the most.

 
What happens in those moments when we find ourselves in situations that the eye could not foresee often astounds us. I was abandoned by the people who should have been there, and helped by other that I barely knew. A true testament of giving up perceived control by simply recognizing and allowing my inner guidance as intuition that provided divine intervention, not through another but as an act of my own will surrender to a higher intelligence. I engaged in activity that I performed from a place of sheer knowing in absolute trust that almost felt peculiar to me as I was doing it. As if I was inhabited by a companion form of consciousness. One that didn’t make a big deal out of stuff, but just silently stepped in and went about its business from a removed state that seemed intimately connected.

 
This is just one part of amazing experiences that spanned 15 months, but open my eyes to the real potential of the human spirit when acting from a place of love, devotion, and surrender. It also served to teach me the true nature of people in moments of great necessity that went painfully unanswered.

 
My son was born 4lbs. 10oz., fully matured but with what I would discover through relentless pursuit, as having Hirschsprung’s disease. He was hospitalized on Thanksgiving Day and underwent emergency surgery that set into motion an amazing process of self-discovery as a demonstration of human fortitude. After six surgeries, two colostomies, and surgically implanted mainlines due to vascular breakdown of all available IV sites, he peeked out at 5 lbs. 7 oz. at a little over two months old, then began a process of deteriorating. After losing weight and dropping back down to 4lbs. 8oz. at a little over three months old, he became lethargic hard to wake up, began dehydrating due to his major organs systematically starting to shut down. They diagnosed him with failure to thrive and removed all life-support and estimating approximately 48 hours before he would die. They gave me an option of leaving him in the hospital and allowing it to happen there or to take them home in when it happened to call them and they would take care of the arrangements.

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I cannot even convey the level of grief I was experiencing that had began building a few weeks prior to his diagnosis. I felt detached from reality and had trouble comprehending what was going on and struggled to perform normal tasks. The next morning as I gathered him and all his things and walked out to the car, where I had to drive us home. My husband announced to me a month into it, that he couldn’t handle it and refused to come down to the hospital. I was left on my own to figure out how to deal with it. As I got to the car my legs were trembling and started buckling. I had to sit on the asphalt and try to compose myself. My heart was pounding out of my chest, and I couldn’t catch my breath, the ground was moving and I felt disoriented as those everything was closing in on me. After a brief time of trying to create a relaxed state so that I could drive the car I finally got to my feet, and secured my son in his car seat next to me in the front seat and began driving.

 
I stopped at a red light and it was as if something snapped inside of me and the whole world collapsed around me. I lost all awareness of everything outside of the car and I suddenly became overwhelmed with grief and started screaming as I was crying saying, “I refuse to accept this! I refuse. I will not allow my baby to die! He wants to live. He’s going to live. I will not accept this”. I repeated this hysterically while hitting on the steering wheel and the dashboard. Then after mumbling for a bit non-sensibly, I looked down at my son in the sunlight coming through the window made his face and peer like an angel, softly undistinguished and innocently sweet. I leaned down pressing my face against his and rocking back and forth while mumbling and sobbing, and suddenly I became extremely aware of his heartbeat. As I listened to it beating it seemed to get louder and louder. Strong and pronounced. Then a kind of silence fell around me, and I felt a calm come over me and my thoughts became collected and my heart relaxed into sync with his, and I suddenly knew what I needed to do. It was a kind of knowing that felt like a trance. Something I couldn’t articulate with words but simply knew it as a feeling inside. It was a presence in me that removed all fear and possessed me with the kind of certainty that was removed from doubt.

 
I then sat up and began driving home calmly. When I got home I gathered my son went into the house and place to quilt over the rocking chair. I closed all the curtains, lit a couple of candles, got a glass of water, removed my shirt and bra took all the clothes off my son except his diaper and colostomy bag, and sat down. I laid him across my bare breasts so he could hear my heart beat, smell my skin, and be warmed by my body. I then started stroking his body with loving affection, kissing his head and the side of his face, and softly sang a lullaby as a kind of humming. Then as I began rocking I ran pictures through my mind of him at six months old, smiling and laughing, then at a year old learning to walk having his first birthday while eating his cake with his fingers, then at two years, playing in the park with the other kids on the polka-dotted pony. I saw him at his second Christmas where he was fascinated with the lights and was more intrigued with the bows and the wrapping paper than he was with the presents. I imagined him at two and three years old, healthy, and strong as I became filled with overwhelming love for him as I continued caressing him, kissing him and rocking him with sweet lullabies.

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At first he was lethargic and unresponsive his body was cool and limp. After a few hours he started moving his hands and feet as if getting comfortable. After about six hours he sneezed and rubbed his nose. Then he started moving as if waking up from a nap. After about eight hours, he opened his eyes and gaze straight into mine, then smiled and started acting irritable. As he began squirming slightly trying to breast-feed I thought . . . he’s actually hungry! When I put them down to get his bottle he cried until I picked him back up. He then drank 4 ounces of a special formula, and later ate some mashed bananas. By the next day he was fully active, eating, cooing, in playing in his crib.
The hospital called me two days later because they couldn’t figure out why they hadn’t heard from me. When I told his doctor that he had made what seemed like a full recovery and was eating, drinking, and playing, he was in disbelief and wanted me to bring him in for a checkup. Upon examining him he said, “this doesn’t make any sense, this shouldn’t be possible”. He was then struck by the fact that he recovered without any side effects from what appeared as deterioration of his major organs. He then began questioning me on what I had done, how I had done it, and what on earth possessed me to do it, and when I told him, he just got a blank look on his face stared for a moment, and said “I guess a mother’s love is the ultimate healing force after all”, and shook his head.

 
This would instill confidence for what would come four months later on the second go around to remove part of his intestines, which after healing, they would close his colostomy, which they had originally planned it for 14 to 16 months old as he needed to be around 17 pounds to perform the operation. By the time he was seven months old he weighed 16 1/2 pounds. In four months he had gained 12 pounds. The doctor was just struck with amazement. He laughed and said, “I don’t know what you’re feeding him, but it’s certainly working!”
After a series of surgeries the second time, they remove part of his intestines, let that heal for a couple weeks and then closed his colostomy, after which time he began falling into the same pattern. They then came to me saying that he wasn’t responding to treatment and they needed to put him back on life support and implant IV lines into his chest. But this time I elected to take him out of the hospital without permission and bring him home to heal instead in the same way I had done before. Again, it worked beautifully and within hours he was awake, alert and eating. He had his first bowel movement at 8 1/2 months old.

 
Through this experience I learned what it means to love someone so much I was willing to die for him. My life crumbled before my eyes, and I lost everything I owned. In that moment I became very clear on what really matters and what doesn’t. I learned that we can access super-human strength when we actually need to. And I touched on the strength of my moral fiber that served to catapult me into greater and greater levels intuition, self-knowledge and confidence that comes from believing in myself and forming absolute faith based on that. I acquired the confidence to stand up against all odds, and walk fully awake into the flame without flinching or shrinking back with intimidation.

 
So with that experience, when I came into contact with the healing practice of Reiki and Energy Medicine several years later, I immediately saw the connection and chose to study it as a primary healing modality that actually had a name.

Dr. Linda Gadbois

The Miracle of Love – “A Mother’s Intuition”

Mother and Child Originate as One

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My son was born full term at 4 pounds 10 ounces, in the early morning of November 8 after a three hour drive lying in the back seat of the car, starring up at the night sky. I can still hear that doctor’s voice say “we’ve got a preemie” as he laid his warm wet body on my abdomen and I thought to myself “he’s not a preemie, why are they saying that?” But as I looked down at the small trembling body, reddish and water-logged, his eyes were wide open with a panicked look in them. I reached down, took his small hand in mine, caressed his tiny fingers and he turned to look at me. When our eyes met, we fell into a kind of trance that seemed to sooth both of us. He stopped crying, became motionless and just gazed at me. I was amazed as to how small he was. I remember thinking he was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, it was love at first sight.

 
Then I remember the commotion as they cleared his air-passages, wrapped him in a blanket and rushed him off for tests and further examination. As I laid there starring up at the ceiling, my mind faded and subsided from sheer exhaustion, and slowly slipped into the silence. I woke in the recovery room a few hours later, and reflecting back on what I had just experienced, it all seemed like a dream. I felt my body, aching and throbbing, which now seemed empty and void somehow. I remember thinking “that wasn’t so bad”, even though a short time earlier I had been in excruciating pain while wondering if I would survive it, I now laid momentarily longing to do it again. It was one of the most painful, beautiful and profound experiences I had ever had. I had to just lay there in the silence and take it all in. Attempt to comprehend it within all the emotions I was feeling.

 
After a while the doctor came in to inform me that despite his low birth weight, he was actually well-developed and appeared quite healthy. He said “we don’t normally allow babies under 5lbs. to go home, but he seems perfectly healthy, so we are going to make an exception.” I felt relieved and excited to go home with my new little boy.

 
As we got home and settled in, I was still recovering from birthing, and was totally consumed with the experience of being a “Mom”. I began noticing that he was having trouble breastfeeding. Though he loved being at my breast, as he drank my milk he seemed irritated and anxious somehow, he would pull off, cry and clench my nipples with his little hands, then, relax and go back to sucking. I then noticed that he didn’t seem to be having bowel movements, and when he finally did, they were more like squeezing toothpaste out of the tube. Concerned, I took him in to see the doctor three days after he was home. This began a nightmare that would last for over a year that would challenge me in ways I never contemplated before.

 
At first I was told that he was allergic to my breast milk, and he was put on formula. Then it became about him being constipated, so we put Karol syrup in the formula, then it was the wrong formula and we began experimenting with different ones. Within the 15 days following his birth I sought medical help and advice 18 times. I gave up on the Pediatrician after 6 visits, and proceeded to take him in to the emergency room of the local hospital. After about the 4th ER visit, they began talking to me about Post natal depression, paranoia, and delusions. They started recommending “psychiatric” help and anti-depressants, and would shake their head, and even made “new mother” jokes and sarcastic remarks when they saw me coming. Even my husband withdrew his support and began trying to talk me into seeing a psychiatrist.

 
The whole time this was happening I was going through a kind of mental anguish and torment. I had a deep pervading feeling that something was seriously wrong. I felt extremely aware of it, and it slowly developed into a kind of inner anxiety that led to feelings of panic. My mind would sense that something was wrong, and I would notice what I thought were clear symptoms. I knew in my heart my baby was struggling for his life and yet no one seemed to hear my repeated cries for help.

 
On Thanksgiving morning, after spending the night in the ER because I could see his abdomen was not only swollen and extended, but starting to turn a bluish color, only to be ridiculed and sent back home, I finally got him to drink 4 oz. of formula at around 6am. He seemed peaceful and was finally resting. After holding and rocking him for a couple of hours, feeling relieved, I began preparing for Thanksgiving dinner, when 4 hours after eating, he threw-up. I thought to myself, there is no way that formula should still be in his stomach to throw-up. At this point I was overwhelmed with a feeling of internal panicked. I could feel a rushing sensation deep inside that had immediacy to it; it was overwhelming me with the need to do something quick. My heart began racing and I felt frantic. I knew that everyone thought I was crazy, and I searched my heart trying to figure out what I needed to do. I finally decided I was going to take him to a different city, and to a different hospital to see if they could help us.

 
I randomly opened up the phone book, selected a hospital that stood out, and called the ER, explaining my concerns. They told me to bring him in, and they would take a look at him. When I announced to my husband what I was going to do, he shook his head, sighed with frustration and tried to talk me out of it. When I decided to go alone, he reluctantly agreed to drive me down there, even though he was sure of what he was going to hear. At this point he was convinced that I was having problems.

 
When we arrived and admitted him, they quickly examined him and handled it as if it were an emergency. They rushed him away, and the “wait” began. They emerged periodically to ask all kinds of questions about my pregnancy, our family history, any traumas or infant deaths, etc. By 2pm, they had diagnosed him with Hirshsprungs Disease and I was being informed and advised as I was signing an endless amount of paperwork necessary for “emergency surgery”. They told me if I would have been 2 hours later, he would have died from perforated intestines, which were on the verge of “popping” when we arrived.

 
I was beside myself, as everything began rushing through my mind and I was overwhelmed with emotion, I felt as if I was caught in a whirl-wind. I had trouble coordinating myself to think clearly about everything that was happening. By 4:30pm, he was undergoing a major surgery in a hurried attempt to save his life. All I could think to myself was, “thank God I didn’t listen to any of them, thank God I followed what I knew in my heart to be true and real, and I believed in myself even though I was being told I was crazy”. I felt overwhelmed with intense feelings of gratitude, as I silently waited in the strange and sterile surroundings of the waiting room, anticipating the outcome. He had been given a 4% chance of surviving. Four percent! All I could think of was the papers I signed that told what type of death he would most likely experience, praying in my heart for a miracle.

 
After 6 hours, I felt a noticeable calmness and relaxation come over me, and something told me, it was going to be okay. Ten minutes later the surgeon walked into the room with a surprised smile on his face and embraced me. He looked me in the eyes and with excitement in his voice said . . . “he made it. He’s a little trooper, made it with flying colors.” Hearing those words, I felt as if the room was swirling and I felt my knees buckle, next thing I knew, I was on the ground crying while laughing uncontrollably.

 
What would follow in the next year, and 12 surgeries later would be the most profound transforming period of my life, followed even by the murder of my husband which would come seven years later. Within the next year I would undergo experiences that were deemed miraculous on two separate occasions, and led me to my first experience with what I later encountered as “Reiki”, the healing power of loving touch. In the moments that followed, my whole life would crumble before my eyes, truth would reveal itself in extremely profound terms and I would learn the true meaning or courage. Not the kind that comes from facing fear, but the kind that gives us the fortitude to carry on the face of complete devastation and loss of all hope. The kind of courage that miracles are made out of.

 
An interesting thing, the hospital that I randomly chose to take him to just so happen to have the chief surgeon who only five years earlier had discovered the cure/treatment for Hirshsprung’s disease. He was the leading authority in the country for his condition. I had unknowingly selected and placed my son into the best possible hands I could have, all without even realizing what I was doing. Clearly a case of pure intuition, the unknowing that silently guides our actions, only to be realized in the aftermath and seen for their profound implications. This experience brought a whole new meaning to “Thanksgiving”. To this very day, is my favorite holiday. 
Dr. Linda Gadbois,

Sexual Union – The Spiritual Law of Divine Union

“The Principle of Energetic Fusion”

Sexual Union

To fully understand the true moral reality around sexual union, we can’t look at it from the man-made concepts of right and wrong, good or bad, but view it instead from the primary level of the energetic (spiritual) interaction taking place, and what it implies or reveals as a result. From an energetic perspective, every soul exists as a form of tincture, in which their mind-field is infused with a certain formula of qualities stimulated through their environment that form their overall character, which naturally expresses through their natural behavior, forming corresponding realities as the experience inherent within those realities. This is referred to traditionally as “morality”. The essential nature of the soul and what type of experiences it creates through natural behavior that’s consistent with a certain type of story.

 
Whenever we exist in near proximity with another soul (electromagnetic energy field), a natural exchange of energy (consciousness) takes place through a form of magnetic breathing, and we not only “sense” the quality of their soul-consciousness, but we also absorb their essence into us, and through a process of equilibrium that acts like a chemical reaction, which modifies both vibratory frequencies (consciousness) to take on the qualities of each other, while projecting and putting off our souls vibration at the same time. We’re always exchanging energy as consciousness with our environment through the same principle as breathing which digests, assimilates (what’s of the same frequency) and eliminates (what’s not of the same frequency) as a result. What we absorb that “takes hold” is based on being of the same vibratory range as our primary disposition, that forms energetic sympathy (enters into and effects) with us, modifying the vibration of both to form coherence as a kind of balanced union, and we literally become one with them in consciousness.

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The most fundamental form of energetic sympathy is love. What we love we desire and seek union with. Sex, in its most primary form, is not only the ultimate expression of romantic love, but it’s the literal act of energetic fusion, where two souls, infusing each other, take on the same vibratory frequency, and become one as a shared morality – they become of the same nature and begin expressing and behaving accordingly. We not only “acquire” their qualities and traits unto us, modifying our character through the integration, we also take on and share their karma and overall destiny. Our character as our quality of consciousness or vibratory frequency, determines how we “express” what type of behavioral dynamics we take on and begin co-creating through, and what type of life we create through the story we tell as a result.

 
This is why historically marriage isn’t consummated until sexual union takes place, as the fusing together of their energy fields. It’s also why “virgins” were emphasized for any form of practice where “pure” consciousness was required that hadn’t been diluted or corrupted by the infusion of another consciousness that acted to alter their “perceptual ability”. When we engage in the sexual act, we enter into rapport with the person while experiencing a heightened sense of love as physical pleasure, which is the actual experience of blending energetically. The actual orgasm, or peak experience, is full infusion where all resistance subsides and fusion takes place as a loss of self-awareness. We explode into and expand instantly into the energy field of the other, and they into ours, in a moment of euphoria that lacks inhibition of any kind. A spontaneous free-flow takes place. In this moment, we are fully infused with the morality and energetically with a shared consciousness which serves to alter our character accordingly. We begin taking on the same fundamental perspectives, tendencies and behavioral dynamics. We begin a steady process of becoming more like them and they like us.

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When this union is consciously undertaken only with someone of high moral character, that we respect, admire, adore and feel a deep sense of love for, whose blending serves our souls evolution by acquiring positive traits and behaviors, then it’s a sacrament. A profound evolutionary tool as a means of consciously evolving ourselves. But when we engage in the sexual act with people we don’t or barely know, those of poor moral character who possess behavioral dynamics we don’t want to be apart of, or who have fused unconsciously with many others of the same values and moral character, we corrupt ourselves with a dynamic matrix of unknown properties. We adhere to, align ourselves with, and take on the same characteristics, and begin engaging in the same dramas as behavioral patterns, often, without ever fully realizing what’s happening and why. Because subtle changes in our energy field are felt as feeling-moods that come over us, that are then developed by how we are being stimulated through relationships of various sorts, they take hold and begin manifesting gradually without our direct awareness of what we’re actually doing, and who we’re becoming as a result.

 
This is why many spiritual traditions abstain from sexual union, and instead encourage a loving union with God – as our higher Self, is to keep the soul pure and unadulterated. When marriage is encouraged, it’s undertaken with full, conscious awareness of the type of person we commit ourselves to, their fundamental character, quality and level of consciousness and how that will serve us, and us them, through a union of body and soul to become greater through blending and interacting. We evolve through an aspiration to a higher ideal that both are invested in and initiate and sustain through their everyday interactions. Making love is a state of mind as a basic form of communication that’s conveyed in our eyes, our body gestures, and in the affectionate delivery of words meant to induce positive emotions as a form of connection and provides a safe space for being realized and witnessed by someone who holds a mirror for us. Through intimacy and sexual intercourse that leads to an orgasm as the complete surrender of our ability to contain ourselves, we explode, let go, and fully merge into the spiritual energy of the other person and a permanent fusion takes place that alters our consciousness forever.

Dr. Linda Gadbois

Evolutionary Relationships

Sacred Sexuality

 

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Our Creative Power lies in our Imagination

 

“Perception as an Interpretation is a Product of the Imagination”

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The imagination is the faculty of the mind that we use for creating reality as an internal experience. We first form our experiences by how we imagine them internally to give them meaning, which restructures them by the story we tell ourselves about them that turns them into a reality, which forms how we remember them, and is also used to recollect memories and think about them by replaying them over and over in our mind. So we’re always in the process of creating memory by how we imagine our reality creating our personal experience of it by the story we tell about it, and then by associating our present reality to the memory of the past using it to shape the present to be about the same thing, forming it into the same “type” of story. The story we tell about things, which forms a kind of theme, is what gives our life consistency. Our life’s theme as the primary story we tell about things comes from how we’ve created all our experiences by telling a consistent story about them as a kind of theme. This memory making ability as a form of multiplying and reproducing thematic experiences shaped by meaning and significance, are all done by how we (re)imagine the outer world by shaping it into a consistent storyline.

 
As we go through our day, we are constantly forming associations to memories and using those associations to form similar interpretations of the present. The themes of the past become the program that utilizes our creative imagination with its primary pattern for creating a thematic reality while simultaneously creating ourselves by identifying with our own story about things. As we tell a story about things, we get a sense of ourselves by way of that story, and form our identity out of it. Our identity and the story we act naturally to tell by how we interpret the events of our outer reality is a primary function of the imagination. Our imagination forms our perceptual lens and determines how we see things, and what we see “in” things. We can only see and make sense out of what matches our mental model, and can easily be turned into our story about things. Even when they actually have nothing to do with us or our story, we translate them to mean the same thing. In this way, we’re always shaping other people and events to be “like us”, through the story we tell about them which describes them using the same qualities that we ourselves possess.

 
Just as creative ideas are also received by and formed in the imagination, all memory is replayed and constantly being modified in the imagination. Each time we recall a memory as an association to the present, and use it to shape the present with the same meaning, we also modify the memory by adapting it to a new set of circumstances, and permanently alter it by doing so. While many of us believe memory is accurate and fixed and that we remember them exactly as we created them, and that we recall them in the same way we formed them, in reality memory is constantly being evolved through how we adapt them to the present situations, our maturity level, and our state of mind when applying it. Though we apply memories to an infinite number of new situations as a means of shaping them into congruent experiences, the theme of the memory remains intact and holds true no matter how we change the telling. So if the meaning as a theme of our memory is “I’m not loved”, and the memory becomes a sort of template as a storyline that provides consistent evidence of this based on how we interpret things, then even when we use the same memory in the present to tell the same type of story about it, and we change “how” we tell it, it’ll still “mean” we’re not loved.

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Our imagination is the primary creative faculty of the mind that’s used to create our personal experience of an outer, objective reality, making it into a subjective “inner reality” as a personalization of a universal theme. While we all share and have in common the outer reality as a neutral set of events that we experience, each individual sharing the same outer event is creating a unique experience of it by how they filter the event through their paradigm as their perceptual lens that forms it into an interpretation as a variation reshaped to tell a somewhat different story using it. Each person notices different things within the situation, places a different emphasis on them, and organizes them into a new pattern that uses only some of the elements available that lend themselves to telling a certain kind of story. Any element that doesn’t match their storyline, isn’t “seen” (noticed), or is completely ignored, abstracting instead only what can be readily used as the elements of their life’s theme. Through our life’s theme, we form our life’s story, and we not only shape ourselves by way of that story, but shape everyone else by way of it also. Because of this “perceptual lens” that we look through to interpret the world, we shape everyone else to be “like us” and have the same qualities and character that we have, which is necessary to keep telling our story about things, and is the story our mind is designed to tell by how it’s structured. Our mind doesn’t have the ability to perceive things in a different way which is necessary in order to tell a different kind of story.

 
Because of this natural tendency of the human mind to create out of accumulated memories of it’s own making, the imagination, which also has the potential to be able to shape brand new perceptions of reality never experienced before, or as a unique interpretation of the present that’s not based on the past, it’s used instead to repeat the past and maintain redundant patterns that keep it locked into it’s own illusions. The imagination is usually used instead to simply relive whatever we’ve formed a memory of, whether through a living experience, or something we fantasized about, or imagined as thoughts being given to or taught to us by others, and while it still “creates” to a certain extent, it doesn’t create in the sense of being able to determine our own feelings, thoughts, and imaginings to perceive the present as dissociated from the past, and be able to create ourselves in new ways by learning how to tell new stories and evolve ourselves according to those stories.

 
Karma, which is living out of the same thematic forms of memories that recreate the same type of dynamics and behaviors over and over, prevents us from evolving in any measurable form. Instinct, as memory that produces automatic behaviors, is the product of the “lower mind” that we share with the animal kingdom, which lacks use of the higher mind and the ability to create in new and unique ways. Evolution within the animal / physical plane takes eons to produce the smallest of changes which usually come through a form of mutation, or freak accident. We as humans are born with a higher capacity to create ourselves and our reality by how we use the creative capacity of our imagination to break the patterns of memories and form whole new perceptions instead that serve to reshape and evolve our mental paradigm as accumulated memories to new and higher forms of experience. We are not bound to simply living out of our conditioning, but can “choose” to develop ourselves in an intentional and deliberate manner by simply choosing to begin telling a new kind of story that will require us to use latent qualities that will transform and evolve our character to new forms of expression.

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This creative ability of the mind is the masterful use of our own imagination to let go of our attachment to our “story about things”, and our identity that formed as a result of our story, and make a conscious decision about the type of person we want to be instead, what qualities we’d have to embrace and bring into expression in order to do that, and what kind of story we would tell by how we acted and lived our life as a result. We can then practice forming experiences of ourselves “as” these qualities and employing these characteristics by imagining them and “acting them out”. Practicing “being that way” through a form of pretending and rehearsing where we get good at forming our new behaviors and practicing them repeatedly to the point where they start coming naturally. We can also set rules for ourselves through a form of moral code that we hold ourselves to that prevent us from repeating and continuing to live out of undesirable perceptions that form us according to them. One of the most standard practices for doing this is to recognize our negative traits and vices, and what positive trait and virtue we’d like to employ instead, and make a conscious effort to transform them using our will. Our will is our ability to first imagine something inwardly then act it out outwardly. In this way, we become self-aware and take the necessary steps to begin creating ourselves with full awareness of what we’re doing and how we’re being.

 
To employ any new idea, first decide you’re going to give up the old behavior and your attachments to it, then simply formulate in your imagination creating a reality out of it, apply it to your everyday situation as an action or behavior of some sort, then imagine the situations that normally stimulated the “old behaviors and attitude”, and systematically employ the “new behavior and attitude” in it’s place. Practice this over and over until it starts becoming natural and easy to do, while simultaneously practicing it in your daily life. By associating a new behavior or perception to the same stimulus or trigger, you don’t change anything or anyone else; you simply change your response to everyone and everything else. All change can only require you to do it. When we require someone else to change in order for us to be able to, we sabotage ourselves, and remain stuck in the same reactive patterns. All change begins inwardly, by changing your self and your perception of things, which then become the template or pathway for outer expression as actual self-directed and intentional behaviors.

Dr. Linda Gadbois

Alchemy – the Art of Personal Transformation

Mind- Body Integration

 

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Dr. Linda GadboisAbout the author:
Dr. Linda is an expert in Spiritual Sciences and scholar of Hermetic Sciences and Ancient Wisdom traditions. She’s a professional educator and trainer for all areas of personal transformation, self-creation, mind development, and soul/spiritual evolution. She practices Integrative Medicine with a special emphasis on Psychology and Creative therapies. She conducts ongoing classes, Playshops, and Adventure Seminars, and is available for private or group training, mentoring, and speaking engagements.
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