Authentic Self

Let's fix the world. Yea, you heard me. What if I told you that if enough people took care of their own business and joined together to neutralize and eliminate the negative charges behind their similar experiences that in a short time they would see changes on a global scale, changes in politics, environment, the economy, healthcare and on an individual level, changes in the mental, physical, spiritual and literally, incredible changes in their physical realities.

That's what the C-FAST program is about. A step by step system that gets people connected, brings them back to their truths, helps them remember and become once again their authentic selves.

I remember who I was/am. I remember why I took the path I did and what I have been trying to achieve all these years and why I have been trying to achieve it.

I feel sadness that it all went the way it did but I see why too and that it couldn't be helped. That's the cause for the sadness, that it couldn't be helped.

The incongruence between the person that I had the potential and connection to be and the person I have been all these years is in startling contrast.

The person who I am now in my day to day living set against the person I could still be is also in startling contrast.

EFT and C-FAST has saved my life. Years and years of effort and struggle and frustration and self punishment and no connection. Closed down. Closed off from yourself. What? How the heck? Oh my gosh. O my.

Fine tuning. Fine tuning.

That's why I wanted to write. There was something unique and authentic and deep and true back then about it.

That place you go in your mind and mood when truth just slides from your pen and sometimes it's somber but always creative and always unqiue and new and never been done or said that way before and it feels good inside you because it's connection and clever and deep and meaningful and incredibly thought provoking and unique and you're the artist. You are the artist!

That's where I was when things.... Things. How? Why? Was it because to block out some things you block out all things?

You think you're achieving some great victory because you've flicked every dark thought off of you like it was a hot ash and now you've successfully banished it forever, you think.

But what you've done is suppress it. And one morning you wake up and there's something intrinsically different and all of a sudden even though you've taken all the steps you normally do, the inspiration is harder in coming and for the first time in your life you have the worry that it might not come. But it does and you make it through.

And then you're on to the next phase. The reality shift is concurrent with these other things and you think that you were just tired of them anyway. So it's time. Nothing here for you.

And you move into an environment where there is even less for you. But the clouds of that environment have your focus and attention and it's all you can see. You try to connect, reconnect, remember who you are but the world is chanting its responsibility song and there's pressure all around you to conform.

You try to remember. You do things where connection was stronger but there's no through. The world's voice gets louder. Yours become more vague and less easy to hear.

I've been haunted by this dream I once had: These strange people were holding me hostage. Their method was so complete and so encompassing that I knew I would only get one chance to escape. So I meticulously laid the ground work and patenitly waited for just the right moment. And then I took it. And I escaped. I thought I had made it. Then all of a sudden there they were. And they were laughing about it making me realize that I'd only thought I'd gotten away.

I can't begin to describe the desolation I felt. The complete lack of hope. The darkness that this was all my life would ever be and that basically my life was over and I was in hell.

That you can go to such a dark place, that you can feel imprisoned in such a dark place, that you can feel such deep desolation and hopelessness and resignation.

It had a frightening meaning for me. It showed me how dead my soul could be. Maybe it was a reflection of the imprisonmnet my soul already felt.

So that I'm where I am now is nothing short of a miracle.

I didn't think anything could or would answer my prayers, see my pain or pining or even care. No hope for me.

You don't get second chances. It's in the bible. It's what the catholic church teaches too. You don't get second chances. So you're life is over and you're in eternal hell and that's that. You're in a place that doesn't reflect the truth of you. You're in a place where you can't even remember the truth of you. You have the map but you can't benefit from it. You don't know where the land is that the map symbolizes. You can't find the land.

I'm telling you now though that it's not true. There are as many chances as you need.

Sometimes I think I've slipped into another dimension because this world, this reality, looks way different than the dark one I was describing. Here, things that can make a difference do suddenly appear. In the other world they didn't. Here people can band together and make a difference. In the other world they couldn't. No difference would be made if they tried. In this world people aren't afraid to band together and try. In the other world, the potential consequences kept them in check.

This is what I know. Things have changed. That's all I'm saying. That's all I need to say. Things have changed. That's everything!