Posts Tagged sexual abuse

When the Student is Ready, Appears the Teacher

Mar 2

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After living through a childhood defined by control, sexual abuse, and rejection, meeting my first love at age 18 was the opening for love I had been searching for my entire life. 13 months after the relationship ended I was still crippled emotionally by my feelings of loss.

I began to search for answers about life, death and what it all means. I found myself in a six week past life regression course in Berkeley, California. For five weeks all the participants experienced amazing past-life remembrances. Not me. On week six, we had a substitute teacher. Unbeknownst to me, this person, Freida Morris, was a pioneer in the field of hypnosis, and a published author many times over.

Each week a person was chosen to be the class subject. I was determined for it to be me that night. When I raised my hand to volunteer, Freida called on someone else. I immediately burst into tears (hugely embarrassing). Freida came over to me, and without hesitation immediately began to take me into hypnosis. 45 minutes past in what seemed like three minutes. She asked me what was bothering me. It took all the strength I had inside me to say it was the pain from the break-up. She gave me some suggestions for releasing it. Then she brought me out of hypnosis.

What happened in the moments following I could never have anticipated. I had an intense pulling sensation between my eyes. I later learned people refer to this as the 3rd eye. I looked up at Freida and saw layers of color around her body. I rubbed my eyes to make sure what I was seeing. Layers of color..like a rainbow around her body. Everyone else in the room had color also. Not as much as Freida, but color none the less. I had no words to describe my feelings in those moments. I was in awe. Speechless. I later learned this “rainbow” was an aura. What was most amazing to me is the sense of peace I felt in those moments. As I drove home…silent… I was certain I was at least 10 pounds lighter. When I got home I had to weigh myself. I couldn’t believe how much lighter I felt. The following week our regular teacher returned. I began to have past life remembrances. I never cried again for the loss of my first love.

When I think back on that night, nearly 30 years ago, I wonder what course my life might have taken had I not bumped into Freida Morris.

I am now a professional psychic, author and radio talk show host. I believe more than ever when the student is ready the teacher appears.

Tags: auras, awe, first love, hypnosis, sexual abuse

Motherhood

Feb 23

Posted by tdomf_3594f in love | No Comments

I grew up in a very strict home. A home of violence, no love, and no father. I was sexually abused not once but twice by 2 different family members. This situation caused me to develop a very low self esteem. I self harmed myself and attempted to commit suicide more than 4 times. I had my first child at the age of 17. Trying to reach out for the love I never had. This changed my life forever. I knew I had to live for them. I now had someone to love me back. I went through so much in my life and decided to become a writer. I’ve written several plays and I am a motivational speaker for teen parents.

Tags: sexual abuse, teacher, teen parent

A New Start Paid Forward

Nov 24

Posted by tdomf_3594f in love, turning points | No Comments

In 1963, I was two-years old, the youngest of six kids in a poor, dysfunctional family. My father was a chronically out of work alcoholic who physically, mentally and sexually abused all of us. We lived isolated on a rural Missouri farm.

Winters were the worst. Dad would go to town, get drunk then spend weeks at his own parent’s house. He’d ‘forget’ to pay the propane bill so we’d run out. On cold winter nights we’d put mattresses together on the floor in one room then huddle together under the piled blankets and try to keep each other warm.

My then twenty-five year old mother had finally had enough. She loaded us into her tiny old car and drove straight to Oklahoma City and the same orphanage where she had grown up. She enrolled my siblings but kept me because I was too young. The priest my mom knew promised to provide for them until mom could come back for them.

My aunt lived in Chicago. Said she’d loan mom money for rent, etc. Except, my mom had no money and no way to get to Chicago. Her car wouldn’t make the trip.

From nowhere a complete stranger came into our lives. The man gave us a ride from Oklahoma City to Chicago, said ‘good bye’ and we never heard from him again.

Just over a year later, mom had us all back together again.

Forty years later, a similar situation occurred in my life. This time, I was the “man.”

I met a woman in Denver who had two small kids. I soon found out that she too needed to get away from her sexually, physically and emotionally abusive ex-husband. She had just moved to Denver from a ‘safe’ house in Wyoming. Quickly enough her ex-husband had found her so she returned to the safe house.

Her story had a few “complications.” She was a ‘mail-order’ bride from Indonesia. Her husband had taken her passport and her children didn’t have passports either. Her only chance of getting away, and out of this country was through her country’s consulate’s in Los Angeles.

Over the years of her own ordeal, she’d written the conselate regularly. They were apprised of her situation and promised to help if she could get to Los Angeles – and fast.

I had lost my mother to cancer a few of months earlier and was still grieving deeply. She was my rock. I prayed to her and asked for her intervention and guidance. Almost immediately I agreed to help.

From Denver, I drove up and met them at the Wyoming safe house, loaded their worldly possession and left under the cover of darkness.

Three very tense days later, we arrived at the consulate’s and were promptly “processed” for visas and documentation. Ten hours later, the woman and her children boarded the plane that took them 20-plus hours to safety. And their own new start.

Tags: Destiny, domestic violence, fate, flee, mental abuse, new start, pay it forward, physical abuse, sexual abuse, stranger