Recently, I've come across something called the Emotion Code, and I will explain more about it in the next post, but this is what it says on the back of the book.
" I truly believe that The Emotion Code is the most powerful information I have ever received. I hope that as many people as possible can learn this, and that this information spreads over the whole world!" -Dave C., Beverly Hills, CA
In The Emotion Code, renowned holistic physician and lecturer Dr. Bradley Nelson skillfully lays bare the inner workings of the subconscious mind. He reveals how emotionally-charged events from your past can still be haunting you in the form of "trapped emotions"; emotional energies that literally inhibit your body.
Dr. Nelson explains clearly and concisely how trapped emotions can create pain, malfunction and eventual disease. In addition, trapped emotions can exert a dramatic effect on how you think, the choices you make, and how successful you will be.
Perhaps the most important discovery that Dr. Nelson has made is that trapped emotional energies often gather around the heart, creating a "Heart-Wall" that may block you from giving and receiving love freely.
The Emotion Code is a powerful and simple way to rid yourself of unseen baggage. Releasing trapped emotions often results in the sudden disappearance of physical problems, self-sabotage, and recurring relationship difficulties.
Filled with real-world examples from many years of clinical practice, The Emotion Code is a distinct and authoritative new work that is destined to become and instant classis on self-healing.
"I've had some really devastating health problems in my life, and it's been a real journey. Tis has put pieces together that I have struggled with for years, and has made a difference immediately in my life life nothing else has." -Laura G., Seattle, WA
"No superlatives are adequate! I've needed this info for so long. I'm already a new person and can't wait to help family, friends, and others. I can't tank you enough for my new physical well-being and for giving me the knowledge to help other people!" -Mary M., Maple Valley, WA
Friday, January 31, 2014
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Something Wonderful
So much has happened to me between the time I last posted and today. Remind me to get a post on here about The Emotion Code. But for now I'm going to post about what happened most recently.
Have you ever had something happen to you, that was so wonderful that it seemed like a dream? And no matter how much you tried to convince yourself that it was really happening, you still thought it was a dream? Something like that happened to me last Saturday, December 7, 2013. That was the date for my church's winter formal. The dance was fun in and of itself, but it was so much more fun because of the person I was there with. :) <3
At times, it was even magical. And that's why Im having such a difficult time convincing myself that it was real. Wonderful stuff like that doesn't happen to me. Now, don't get me wrong, wonderful things happen to me, and miracles happen all the time, but never anything like that. I usually end up sacrificing my happiness for others', and I typically put myself last. So things like this, don't happen to me.
Have you ever had something happen to you, that was so wonderful that it seemed like a dream? And no matter how much you tried to convince yourself that it was really happening, you still thought it was a dream? Something like that happened to me last Saturday, December 7, 2013. That was the date for my church's winter formal. The dance was fun in and of itself, but it was so much more fun because of the person I was there with. :) <3
At times, it was even magical. And that's why Im having such a difficult time convincing myself that it was real. Wonderful stuff like that doesn't happen to me. Now, don't get me wrong, wonderful things happen to me, and miracles happen all the time, but never anything like that. I usually end up sacrificing my happiness for others', and I typically put myself last. So things like this, don't happen to me.
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Truth
What is TRUE whether people say it is good or bad, or whether they believe in it at all? What ALWAYS stays the same no matter how much it is degraded, rejected, judged or trodden on?
In a word: TRUTH.
" The wind may howl, and the storms may rage, but it remains thus: Truth will always be truth."
Monday, September 23, 2013
Daily Scripture
"Angels speak by the power of the Holy Ghost; wherefore, they speak the words of Christ. Wherefore, I said unto you, feast upon the words of Christ; for behold, the words of Christ will tell you all things what ye should do." -2 Nephi 32:3
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Saturday, August 10, 2013
I was wrong about my dad.
I've always thought, at least for awhile lately (so it seems like always, and maybe it was), that my dad wasn't doing his job- as a dad. For years I only heard negative things about him from my mom. And I saw only the bad things. My dad wasn't there. My mom and dad fought. My dad was impatient, and controlling. As I entered my teenage years, I blamed him for him and mom almost getting a divorce. I blamed him for every move, for giving away our dog, for not providing for his family, for not being there, and probably for all the pain I felt too.
As I was growing up, I felt alone, hurt and abandoned, because my dad was never there, or so it seemed. When he was there, I remember telling him to stop trying to control my life (and this was while I was in Elementary school- or perhaps, before). I hated moving, starting over, and we were doing it constantly. Most of the time we moved because Dad didn't have any work, and so, I started blaming and loathing him for that too.
All I saw at 'home' was Mom and Dad fighting (verbally), disagreeing, miscommunicating, and arguing. There were very few times it seemed my parents loved each other. When I was almost in 5th grade, my mom was so upset and hurt that she told her three children that she was going to leave and not come back. For a 10 yr old, that's worse than hearing your pet just died. She got in the car and drove off in a huff. I was bawling my eyes out, and completely believed she was gone forever. Later that day, she came back, and I was so happy. (For some reason, I turned many of my parents failures on myself. I told myself, and believed, that it was all my fault. And when I told my parents that, they couldn't understand why I thought that way.)
And then there was the teasing. Dad loves, I mean LOVES to tease me. He's always teased me, throughout my whole life, and I've told him to stop, but he won't. He says it's his way of telling me he likes me (as his daughter), but I just see it as annoying. Many times, his antics would remind me of a child, or my immature peers.
My dislike for my dad and my disgust for his antics grew untill I started to really loathe him. And it grew little by little every time we would move. Lately, my relationship with my dad hasn't been quite up to par, and that's putting it mildly. At least in the past few years, it has progressively been getting worse. Multiple accounts of his teasing getting way out of hand, and bordering on insults, his incessant will to tease me, appearing to me like deliberate attempts to damage my fragile self-esteem, and outright discourtesy towards me as a person have caused me to hate him more, and in the past few months, even label him as a total and complete monster.
And that's what I believed. I believed it with all my heart and soul. But I was wrong.
Today, I was able to go to work with him. At first, I only saw it as an opportunity to earn money. But it was so much more than that. My dad's a carpenter, contractor, electrician- he's a "jack-of-all-trades" really. Today, we were working on someone's house. The lady that lived there talked and talked, about many different things, while her husband sat in the chair next to her. After awhile, although I had just met them, it seemed as though I'd met them before. When we were leaving, one of them told Dad that he'd done a good job (talking about me). That struck me to the core, and as I thought about it, I began to see that it was true. He had done a good job raising my sisters and me. He'd done the best he could. My dad wasn't an alcoholic, he didn't beat me or my mother or my sisters, he didn't do something stupid and go to jail. He did the best he could to provide for his family.
Through the eyes of a child, I understood very little. I blamed and loathed my dad for nearly everything bad that happened to me. Through the eyes of an adult, I can clearly see that I was wrong, and I understand so much more. I have been so selfish, so blind. I was wrong, and I'm terribly sorry and ashamed of the way I've been thinking of and treating my dad. I'm not saying everything's perfect now- it defiantly isn't, and I know we both will make many mistakes in the near future, and I still won't like his teasing, but maybe now that I understand a little more, maybe I can finally begin to forgive him.
I've always thought, at least for awhile lately (so it seems like always, and maybe it was), that my dad wasn't doing his job- as a dad. For years I only heard negative things about him from my mom. And I saw only the bad things. My dad wasn't there. My mom and dad fought. My dad was impatient, and controlling. As I entered my teenage years, I blamed him for him and mom almost getting a divorce. I blamed him for every move, for giving away our dog, for not providing for his family, for not being there, and probably for all the pain I felt too.
As I was growing up, I felt alone, hurt and abandoned, because my dad was never there, or so it seemed. When he was there, I remember telling him to stop trying to control my life (and this was while I was in Elementary school- or perhaps, before). I hated moving, starting over, and we were doing it constantly. Most of the time we moved because Dad didn't have any work, and so, I started blaming and loathing him for that too.
All I saw at 'home' was Mom and Dad fighting (verbally), disagreeing, miscommunicating, and arguing. There were very few times it seemed my parents loved each other. When I was almost in 5th grade, my mom was so upset and hurt that she told her three children that she was going to leave and not come back. For a 10 yr old, that's worse than hearing your pet just died. She got in the car and drove off in a huff. I was bawling my eyes out, and completely believed she was gone forever. Later that day, she came back, and I was so happy. (For some reason, I turned many of my parents failures on myself. I told myself, and believed, that it was all my fault. And when I told my parents that, they couldn't understand why I thought that way.)
And then there was the teasing. Dad loves, I mean LOVES to tease me. He's always teased me, throughout my whole life, and I've told him to stop, but he won't. He says it's his way of telling me he likes me (as his daughter), but I just see it as annoying. Many times, his antics would remind me of a child, or my immature peers.
My dislike for my dad and my disgust for his antics grew untill I started to really loathe him. And it grew little by little every time we would move. Lately, my relationship with my dad hasn't been quite up to par, and that's putting it mildly. At least in the past few years, it has progressively been getting worse. Multiple accounts of his teasing getting way out of hand, and bordering on insults, his incessant will to tease me, appearing to me like deliberate attempts to damage my fragile self-esteem, and outright discourtesy towards me as a person have caused me to hate him more, and in the past few months, even label him as a total and complete monster.
And that's what I believed. I believed it with all my heart and soul. But I was wrong.
Today, I was able to go to work with him. At first, I only saw it as an opportunity to earn money. But it was so much more than that. My dad's a carpenter, contractor, electrician- he's a "jack-of-all-trades" really. Today, we were working on someone's house. The lady that lived there talked and talked, about many different things, while her husband sat in the chair next to her. After awhile, although I had just met them, it seemed as though I'd met them before. When we were leaving, one of them told Dad that he'd done a good job (talking about me). That struck me to the core, and as I thought about it, I began to see that it was true. He had done a good job raising my sisters and me. He'd done the best he could. My dad wasn't an alcoholic, he didn't beat me or my mother or my sisters, he didn't do something stupid and go to jail. He did the best he could to provide for his family.
Through the eyes of a child, I understood very little. I blamed and loathed my dad for nearly everything bad that happened to me. Through the eyes of an adult, I can clearly see that I was wrong, and I understand so much more. I have been so selfish, so blind. I was wrong, and I'm terribly sorry and ashamed of the way I've been thinking of and treating my dad. I'm not saying everything's perfect now- it defiantly isn't, and I know we both will make many mistakes in the near future, and I still won't like his teasing, but maybe now that I understand a little more, maybe I can finally begin to forgive him.
Monday, July 29, 2013
July 29, 2013
Well, I guess it'll be hit and miss for this blog.
Anyway, so on Saturday I got back from Young Women's camp. I had a BLAST!! It was really fun, and even now, I still feel supported by the girls in my group. On Friday, I finally did the trust fall, even though I wasn't all the way to the top. Throughout the week, I had seen girls who were a lot more afraid of doing the trust fall than I was, fall. But I was still scared. So finally on Friday, I decided if I wanted to do it, it had to be then, since this was my last year at camp. I was scared from the moment I started to fall, to the moment my catchers caught me.
Anyway, so on Saturday I got back from Young Women's camp. I had a BLAST!! It was really fun, and even now, I still feel supported by the girls in my group. On Friday, I finally did the trust fall, even though I wasn't all the way to the top. Throughout the week, I had seen girls who were a lot more afraid of doing the trust fall than I was, fall. But I was still scared. So finally on Friday, I decided if I wanted to do it, it had to be then, since this was my last year at camp. I was scared from the moment I started to fall, to the moment my catchers caught me.
Thursday, July 18, 2013
July 18, 2013
I know it's been awhile since the last time I posted something, but now I'm back.
I don't know, I just don't wanna care about anyone anymore. I think I've been hurt too many times by my family. Like on Sunday. We were planning basicly our lives for the next few months ("because it needed to be done"). Anyway, we were talking about driving to Utah for Labor day weekend, and I said something (I think it was I don't care), don't remember what it was, but then my dad said "We can drag you along behind the car." what the heck!?!? I got upset, because that's just downright mean and NOT okay, and I told dad "well that shows how much you value me." And then he said that wasn't true. Well then, if it wasn't true, WHY did he say that?
Later on my mom started telling me to turn hurtful things people say into complements so it will surprize them. So I asked her how do I turn what dad said into a complement. I mean, seriously, how??? Because currently, I can't think of any.
Then on Monday i think (sometime this week), my family did a whole bunch of things that slighted me. I guess it's pretty much everyone for themselves in our house. The lame thing about that is my sisters and my dad have a tendency to gang up on me. I hate my family because of how I'm treated. Or maybe I should say "family". Because there is NO WAY ON EARTH that we are a family. Families don't hurt each other.
Anyway, I think I might be finally shutting down. I tried to shut down once before, but without realizing it, Jeremy stopped me. :) I don't know what's going on now though, because when I was depressed, I still could think of Jeremy and my friends and feel a little better. So maybe that's what's happening. I just feel so sad, and I don't want to loose them, but I'm terribly afraid I might. Especially Jeremy.
I thought about that the other day, and I realized I need him just as much as he probably needs me- I probably need him more though. *sigh* I don't know.
Oh and I'm really sorry Jeremy if you, or any of our friends or family read this. (I have a feeling I'm going to be embarrassed later on.)
Oh also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY Lilly!!
I don't know, I just don't wanna care about anyone anymore. I think I've been hurt too many times by my family. Like on Sunday. We were planning basicly our lives for the next few months ("because it needed to be done"). Anyway, we were talking about driving to Utah for Labor day weekend, and I said something (I think it was I don't care), don't remember what it was, but then my dad said "We can drag you along behind the car." what the heck!?!? I got upset, because that's just downright mean and NOT okay, and I told dad "well that shows how much you value me." And then he said that wasn't true. Well then, if it wasn't true, WHY did he say that?
Later on my mom started telling me to turn hurtful things people say into complements so it will surprize them. So I asked her how do I turn what dad said into a complement. I mean, seriously, how??? Because currently, I can't think of any.
Then on Monday i think (sometime this week), my family did a whole bunch of things that slighted me. I guess it's pretty much everyone for themselves in our house. The lame thing about that is my sisters and my dad have a tendency to gang up on me. I hate my family because of how I'm treated. Or maybe I should say "family". Because there is NO WAY ON EARTH that we are a family. Families don't hurt each other.
Anyway, I think I might be finally shutting down. I tried to shut down once before, but without realizing it, Jeremy stopped me. :) I don't know what's going on now though, because when I was depressed, I still could think of Jeremy and my friends and feel a little better. So maybe that's what's happening. I just feel so sad, and I don't want to loose them, but I'm terribly afraid I might. Especially Jeremy.
I thought about that the other day, and I realized I need him just as much as he probably needs me- I probably need him more though. *sigh* I don't know.
Oh and I'm really sorry Jeremy if you, or any of our friends or family read this. (I have a feeling I'm going to be embarrassed later on.)
Oh also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY Lilly!!
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