I reviewed the first out of four recorded audio sessions from my QHHT session on 11-01-2020.
After being
placed in a cozy bed and smothered in warm blankets and a comfy pillow I relaxed,
closed my eyes and listened to my QHHT therapist's slow, monotone voice bring
me into a state of relaxation beyond what I usually get to in a conscious
state.
The QHHT
therapist then told me to allow myself to float out of my body on a cloud to a
place I had lived in a previous life on earth. My initial visions were of
steepled, medieval? buildings, a courtyard with soldiers guarding large, metal
clad doors and a small child in pauper clothing and a page haircut looking up
in awe at the armor clad soldiers who were standing in the courtyard. All the
metal armor the soldiers were wearing and all the metal clad doors I saw were
embossed with ornate designs- almost like a complex embroidery. The helmets on
the heads of the soldiers had about an eight-inch dull, pewter-colored spike
jutting out from the top of the helmet. I also went into a room where all the
highly ornate metal turned red and gold with red velvet decor and a shrine or
throne of some sort.
Then my
"soul" drifted away from the scene. I passed a pristine, white, Mormon
tabernacle type building with a big arched entryway and beautiful grounds.
I am floating
above dark trees, following a very large, white bird "spirit" towards
a strong white light within some fog. I was relaxed and just following the bird
taking towards a soothing, bright white clouds. I saw a very tall white figure
holding a golden staff. I do not know if I am supposed to go any farther. Then
the light turned blue light shone on me from somewhere above. I saw a motherly,
deeply religious "Mary" figure cuddling a swaddled baby. My therapist
asked me to look into her eyes and she could communicate with me. I felt I
didn't really have her attention. "It was very nice…Very serene…Very cute.
I don't know why I would see that."
Swaddling
I noticed a very bright, white light in the distance and
decided to float past her to see what is there. "So much energy but I
don't know what it does."
It took some effort to get to the white light. I started
noticing a bunch of pyramid-shaped, blue-colored crystals below me on a bed of
white clouds. "Very strong, white light coming from the crystals. All,
very strange stuff.".
Because she was recording my comments, she asked me to describe the blue crystals and the surroundings so I could listen to my audio recording later. I pointed out they were just simple, triangle shapes. The color of the crystals was blue but more towards the turquoise blue side of the spectrum.
"In the center of one crystal was a great white
light...way up in the air- like a beacon. I don't know where I'm at."
I laughed. The QHHT therapist asked me, "Why did you
laugh?"
I said, "Because I probably shouldn't be here!" I
laughed again in almost a defiant way. Like I have said before, my soul in dreams
I have, seems to be a bit of a rebel and goes places that are usually off limits
to other souls.
I further explained the blue, pyramid shaped crystals were huge,
and the white light was very powerful..."But is is just energy going out into
the cosmos and it's kind of cool. I think its pretty powerful."
My QHHT therapist asks me, "How does it affect you as
you observe it?"
I said, "I am just confused. I don't know what it
is."
The QHHT therapist said, "You don't need to
understand it. You just need to explain it."
I said, "It is just very powerful and it jets out. I
am going to try and jump and see what happens!"
QHHT th. "What happens when you do that?"
Me: "I don't know. I don't know. I'm just going.
Like...I think I went someplace else."
I ended up floating above fields of green..."Rows of
lush green. Rows of something growing. I don't know what it is.".
Then I was distracted physically. I told the therapist my
feet were getting cold. There was an open window in the session room and there
were kids play outside. I found it very distracting. She covered my feet and
closed the window in the session room. With her help I was able to drift back
into the superconscious state and observe some more images in strange places.
I moved on as the QHHT therapist guided me back into a
relaxed state. She asked me to go to a place my spirit guide wanted me to see
in the visions I was having. I quickly entered into a scene where I was
standing at a podium with a long "graduation" robe. I was in a
stadium facing thousands of what I first interpreted as lost souls. I was asked
by the QHHT therapist to tell her what I was saying to the
"graduation" audience. All I said was, " I love you all!"
I was trying to interpret to the QHHT therapist what I was
seeing and tried to interpret why I was there. I said. "These lost souls
are just waiting and looking for direction from me. She asked me what I was
saying to the lost souls. I told the QHHT therapist I was simply having them
come to me on stage and I would hug them. An extraordinarily strong beam of white
light shone on my back the whole time I was on the podium. I was able to
transfer a portion of this white light to each of the souls I hugged.
These “souls” were about six or seven feet tall. They
looked like a piece of an old, shriveled up, dark brown tree trunk.
At first, I was sure these souls were the worst of the
worst bunch and this was their last-ditch effort to be saved from all their
warped and evil ways. The more I interacted with these “lost” souls the more confused
I became. You would think the worst of the worst bunch of lost souls would
emanate with guilt, pain and even hate. All I felt coming from them was total
silence and an amazing amount of patience for such a large audience. These
souls did not speak. They just waited patiently to be directed or graduated to
a higher plane of existence.
Later, as I left the QHHT therapist’s house she told me she
often hugs this huge, probably hundred-year-old tree next to her entryway. Her
whole lot where she lives is covered in large evergreen trees. She proceeded to
go hug the tree. I followed suit and hugged the tree as well. I wrapped my arms
around the tree and gave it a couple of knocks using my knuckles. I noticed a
uniquely pitch sound of hard wood as I gave the tree a couple of raps.
I said, “I wonder if each tree has its own unique sound.”
I told her I had read an article in a science magazine
showing large old trees often reduced the amount of water they sucked up from
the ground if a baby tree was within their massive root system. The article
said this selfless act of the large, old trees to nurture their baby trees
nearby was a sign of a complex, sentient entity…Trees displayed feelings
towards the baby tree!
My QHHT therapist then gave me a sweet hug with our Covid-19 masks securely attached to our faces and I was sent on my merry way.
Side Note: As I concluded writing this blog I realized the image of "Mary" nurturing the baby in her arms I saw in this portion of the QHHT session explanation exactly matches the nurturing of baby trees by older trees around it.
The concept of "nurturing" is an important concept to takeaway and mull over from this QHHT session.
Email sent 11-05-2020 to my QHHT Therapist:
“I think I figured out
a better explanation of the vision I had in your session where I was dressed in
a "graduation robe" passing on the white light I was channeling into
six or seven foot shriveled up brown things. What puzzled me about my
vision is I felt no emotions coming from the thousands of shriveled, brown
entities I saw in the stadium. They were just waiting. You would think that if
they were extremely tormented souls trying to find their way they would be
filled with all sorts of guilt and negativity.
After mulling it over and remembering the first thing you did when we walked out of your house was the fact you had a great desire to show me how you like to hug a tree at the end of a session- and then you hugged me! I finally connected this real-life event to my shriveled, brown souls vision. Connecting real events to visions and dreams is what I have been trying to perfect and understand for the past fifteen years.
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