Stop Trying to Understand ANYTHING!

 Carrying on with “Tuesday’s with Manj” this is the fourth video, which has everything to do with feeling good in your own skin and leaving others to their own devices, allowing them to be as they are- perfect, as are you.

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For starters, there’s a brilliant quote by some wise unknown soul that goes as so: 

“Trying to understand what someone is thinking is like trying to smell the color nine.”

 Totally something that would come out of Douglas Adams’ creative mind, something so nonsensical, yet so great, in equal measure. 

If you’re stopping to think about it now, how crazy does it sound?
We can probably agree that we don’t understand ourselves much of the time, and yet, here we are, trying our darndest to understand something or someone else. 

How about you? Does any situation come to mind about today, whereby you’ve driven yourself nuts trying to understand someone/something?

I caught myself just this morning, trying to make my way into the inner workings of someone’s mind before catching myself, blessing them and getting on with things. It hasn’t been and isn’t always a snap though, and is totally dependent on how present I am.
Needless to say, practice has effected great change, in that only just a few months ago, this very subject was one of the factors to my marriage falling apart.  That’s a whole other story, but the short of the long is that through conscious surrendering- one of the ways to get out of ‘trying to understand,’ we are very much together here & now. 

Surrendering is huge. Can you just imagine that The Universe/God/Source/Creator – however you wish to call It), waits for those magic words, “I give up, I surrender, I just can’t do this anymore…” and says, “finally, you got out of the way, and now I can do my job.” In other words:


What if we’re just not supposed to know all the answers anyways…?

What is it about trying desperately to understand someone?
Are we not trying to understand someone else so that we can then better prove our position/point, or have control?
Isn’t that more about ourselves?
Isn’t that about not accepting someone/or something, trying to change, manipulate or coerce them somehow?

Guilty as charged. I’ve fallen under all of that- how about you?

…Get off. Leave them to their thing. They too have an inner guidance system, as you do, and it’s not up to you to connect them to it. Make your life easy and focus on YOU.

On surrender and in regards to Juraj, with my whole heart, I thought we were done. We both called it and agreed, “soul contract over,” with a great deal of love, respect and honor for one another. That sounds fluffy and nice, though I assure you, it was confusing as
F* €K!

I was still in a fog, coming to Canada, and our communication lessened. We talked like friends, and then it all died off. I stopped myself from trying to save “US,” and let it all go. In my mind, though I loved him dearly and wanted the best for him.
My husband and I just weren’t seeing eye to eye anymore….We were, however connected by heart, and in surrendering, and I mean really allow myself to die to the situation, allowing our relationship to die, it’s like we were born again.  That`s happened over and over again in so many different situations-it`s really really incredible.

Sure and truly yes, we fell apart, we died, and something remained, unbeknownst  to either of us- we just took the “call.”
We came back to one another like never before, more respect, love, honor, & support for ourselves (first and foremost), and then one another.

So, to Consciously Surrender is just one way to your personal freedom from understanding, the next way I already mentioned in my first video, though it too, is a common them: 

Conscious allowance of the feelings we have towards the person whom we are trying to understand. 

For example, you’re trying your darndest to understand that friend of yours who falls head over heals in love with all the bad-ass guys, who seem to have a history of addiction, livin’ on the edge, what have you.
You love this friend so much that it pains you to watch her go through yet another break-up, same thing over and over and over again. 

First of all, my darling- it’s not for you to make sense of.
You’re there for love and support, not to further abuse your friend- she is doing her best- we all are.
Follow me- allow yourself to hate your friend who you love so much, who you want nothing but the best for. (I’m sure she wants that for herself too).
In the temple of your mind, you are allowed to say whatever you wish, and I encourage you to exaggerate the crap out of Your “story.” By all means, make it a practice to judge her, to berate her, to belittle her – CONSCIOUSLY, AND IN YOUR OWN MIND. She does not need your projections, however well intentioned they are.   Does this make sense? Believe you me, if there was a time for Douglas Adams to return to this post, it would be now.

Freaking out in your mind about someone? Projections? Who- me, judgemental…? Me? Yes you, yes me. Let us stop trying to understand people/situations. Let us instead love our way through it all.

And on that note, one more way to stop the cycle of understanding: LOVE.
Love the one who’s judging. Love the one who’s trying to control a situation or person. Love the one who’s hurting – This is YOU I speak of. When we are “trying to understand, we’ve gone too far way from ourselves.”

Let’s come on back to the “state of love,” where our greatness resides, from where miracles occur, from where WE all shine.

In a heartbeat you can liberate yourself from others’ “stories,” by just allowing them to be. By loving them through whatever is going on. (21 Feb. 2017)

God Bless You each & so much love to You.


How Admitting Fear of Having Children, Led to Releasing Early Childhood Sexual Trauma (Via EFT & Silva Method)

Upon returning from what ended up being a mega healing retreat, out of town – whereby we catapulted our growth of the lives we are creating and shaping every day- I exclaimed to George (Kráľ Juraj Šipkovský), that something didn’t feel right. 
Over the weekend, I had finally said aloud my fear of having children, first to him, then to the others we were sharing healing methods with.  It wasn’t even something I was conscious of until Saturday morning, and from then on, once I voiced it, answers started to come.
The unweaving process commenced with first my acceptance of the fear, followed by  Lucia Ladiva Blašková,  (incredible spirit, who also works in service of helping others heal), doing EFT with me, starting with the fear. Having experienced emotional and physical relief through working with both Juraj and myself, she was keen to practice this new (people’s) method. 
With so much grace and tenderness, (thank YOU again!), in working with Lucia, I gained insight as to where my fear was coming from- deep in the abyss of my childhood – no surprise. I felt a sense of resolve and unbeknownst to me at the time, it was the beginning of unweaving another sexual trauma, which occurred when I was around 5 or 6 years old. 
The event had already surfaced in my mind shortly after I’d been raped, around a year and a half ago, and though I thought I dealt with it, there still remained some residue. 
On the train ride back home, I told George of sharp pains I was experiencing, equivalent to what I’d have felt before menstruation, in the past. (These days, I experience PMS when I’m not true to myself).
It was strange for me because I got my period days before, but the sharp pain came after- and in particular, after the subject of fearing having children had been breached. 
George decided to use The Silva Method to help me this time, and I was blown away with what happened. 
In his mind’s eye, he was able to pinpoint where the issue was, and with whom it had to do with. In a flash, I started to cough, almost uncontrollably, as though there was wind blowing directly on my chest, much like when I was a child- I’d always had bronchial issues until my tonsils were removed—as if that was to be the answer- little did I know I would spend 30+ years working on getting my already lacking self-expression back–. 
Whilst he was working opposite me, I told him of the incident that happened years ago, (the very thing I’d had a feeling to tell him the day before but couldn’t), to which he didn’t bat an eyelid- it was what he was seeing in his mind’s eye. He told me a range of things, which I scribbled down in near disbelief (his description was so clear of things he had no way of knowing). So as to not strain him, I tapped (did EFT), on myself, to at least help with the coughing.
By the time he came to, my coughing had already subsided, and I felt a shift within me, (and continue to a week after the fact). 
I cannot say enough- infinite thanks George, and Lucia too, for helping me release this. This story is a week old, though as I edit it, it feels like we released this from me years ago. 

And on a side note, in regards to my Rape story that George helped me clear, what we’ve noticed is that I have gained my femininity back, no longer hide behind my “tomboy,’ and am more expressive than ever. Thank you George <3.  

Feeling so wonderful, so very very wonderful.
This healing process, works in beautiful ways and isn’t confined to the moments in which one is being worked upon. Every day I gain freedom from something, every single day, getting lighter, becoming my true beautiful self, minus the layers and layers of hurt and pain.
Much love and light. 

The Girl and her Shell

Time and time again, she’d not only experimented with her shell, but she’d also lent it to others, to use, for their benefit only.
She convinced herself that this was ok, but the problem was that when she’d step back into her shell, everything that was released into it, pain, angst, fear, lust-even pleasure, permeated into her. Straight to her heart, and to her soul-tarnishing it, sometimes only a little, sometimes more than she could handle, which could days, even weeks, to recover from. 
Though she had long forgotten about it, she’d once again become aware of this separation.  The separation of her shell from essence.
Some time during her first 10th,  it was at a party, some family gathering, that the separation had been so acute during her waking hours.
“It” was like a robot, put it’s boots and coat on, exited the house, and walked into the crisp air…Her essence still hadn’t returned.
She didn’t speak at all, rather felt like a zombie.
Once home, she went straight to bed, without a word. Nothing was said, and never did she speak of it, ever, to anyone.
It was undetermined henceforth, when reconnection occurred, however she not given it a single thought until almost her fourth 10th, when I’d been commissioned to write for her.  She hadn’t the need, you see, or perhaps her essence locked it away into the pocket of her mind till now. Now, when she’s ready to understand this separation.
But hang on…No, that wasn’t the first time. Often time, (around her first 10th), whilst walking home from school, she felt lower, closer to the ground and actually, that she wasn’t walking at all, rather- floating.
She’d once even tried to simulate that feeling of floating, got down on her knees, and walked along for a few steps, but it wasn’t quite it-not quite the feeling of floating.
She knew they thought she was weird, and ugly, at that. She just went along with it, knowing otherwise, that she was “different.”
Today she’d tell you that it was though her shell was her own puppet. She was always close by, in control, watching. At least whilst she was alive, during her waking hours. It was a totally different story when she bid farewell to the day, and died to the night.
The very last time she disconnected from her shell, left her so weak. He was like a vulture, homing in on his prey, and she knew it.  The moment she detached, he devoured it, and when she stepped back into her shell that time, nothing but pain permeated through to her essence. Nothing.