#energetic patterns

[shamanflavio]

What You Allow to Remain, Remains

There is a moment in every person’s life where things stop feeling random. The same types of problems begin to repeat themselves. Money fluctuates in familiar ways. Relationships go through the same issues. The body expresses symptoms that are not new. At that point, the question is no longer what is happening. The question is about cycles. In the Andean understanding, reality is not divided…

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[thebeautifulanswer]

The Patterns, The Patterns

Lately, I've felt a little like the Marlon Brando character in Apocalypse Now, crouching under a light bulb, glare bouncing off ... well, that's about where the similarity falls off. I'm not bald, that large, or crazy. I don't kill people, or imprison them in jungle cages made of bamboo spikes. But I did have a revelation recently, which was much like Brando's famous, "the horror ... the horror" line. 

Let me explain. 

When you work with energy, you're largely working blind. You feel things, see things if you're clairvoyant, which I am, and sometimes even hear things or sense them in your body as heat or cold, tightness, nausea and the like. But there's no machine there measuring levels of anything, really. You're on your own there. 

But as I mentioned last time, I have been heavily into removing energetic patterns I find in myself, from limiting beliefs to those odd sensations of just not deserving more. It surprises me how into this I've gotten, given my pretty laid back personality and fairly mellow attitude toward money and abundance. Over time, I've gotten pretty successful, I make a good living doing what I love, the healing work and my writing. I've been doing this for a long time, which feels like a gift from the universe. I don't advertise, and never have to worry about clients. 

So when I found an ugly little troll of a pattern that said that money would change me, make me into something I'm not, or  cause me to "forget where I came from," I didn't get mad. I dug that sucker out. With a little (OK, maybe a lot) of twisting, tugging and wrenching, I managed to release four or five stubborn patterns that didn't want to let go. That's when you know you're getting to the good stuff. 

When that sucker popped out, I felt about ninety pounds lighter, and my throat chakra opened up like a flower. Amazing. That I hadn't expected. Didn't have much to do with playing the lottery, or maybe it does. 

What happens next is in the hands of the universe, right?