The Unseen Therapist Shows Belynda A "New Mother" Vision
"...but Unseen Therapist made me see that she did have that love and life in her and would loved to have been able to express it, but something that was in her—and not with my brother and and me made her unable to be joyful."
Intro from Gary: The Unseen Therapist, in her ultimate wisdom, will often display her healing messages in ways that are specific to our needs. This is evident in Belynda Wilson's letter to me below.
Belynda's letter: Dear Gary,
My mother suffered with anxiety and depression when my brother and I were little. I remember her taking us to the city swimming pool after she got off work a couple of times a week. It was a huge swimming pool and by that time of day they were no other children there—only us and the lifeguard. My brother and I looked very forward to those trips. We would be so excited . We loved swimming. I can remember the two of us alone in the pool and mother sitting on a bench watching us. Contrasting our excitement, my mother just sat on the bench looking tired and with very little emotional affect. All I ever wanted was for her to be happy and not so tired and nervous. The image of her sitting there looking so tired is very sad to me even now.
In my OEFT session, I visualize the scene, except the UT came in and became part of my mom. Now my mom was dressed in more stylish, casual clothing. All colors in the scene were very vibrant. She smiled and laughed and got up, came over to us and said things like, “You said you jumped off the high board at swimming lessons. Let's see y’all do that!” And when we did, she jumped up and down and laughed and said things like, “Wow! I knew you could do it! That is one of the finest jumps I have ever seen!” She would toss things into the pool and challenge us to retrieve them and bring them over to show her and joyfully engage with us in other ways.
I don’t like the thought of trying to “change” or improve on the event itself and make the memory into something better (but didn’t REALLY happen). It’s tempting to go back and pretend something better happened, but we cannot lie to ourselves like that. That is like trying to affirm, “I AM RICH!”, when I know I’m really not!. Mom didn’t REALLY become the more vibrant person, but the Unseen Therapist showed me how to understand it—especially to understand that my brother and I were not the cause of her unhappiness. Here’s how: after a while the picture of my mom went back to black-and-white quietly sitting on the bench and looking tired. What I understood is that my mother loved us (and she really did). What she wanted was to be the “self” the Unseen Therapist showed us she really was: joyful. She did not know how to request the Unseen Therapist to help her be that. I understood that her going back to the sad state was what was BLOCKING her from the real person that she was and wanted to be. As she went back to the sad state, I realized that THAT STATE that she could not help was WHAT WAS blocking her—not my brother or me or anything else. I can’t change that she really did appear sad in those events. She just did, but Unseen Therapist made me see that she did have that love and life in her and would loved to have been able to express it, but something that was in her—and not with my brother and and me made her unable to be joyful.
So when I work on that event, the vision of the “sad mom” isn’t sad, it just REPRESENTS what was blocking her. No one was to blame.
Hugs, Belynda
