As a small child, I lived in a beautiful village nestled in the Alps. A few years ago, as I looked at a picture of an alpine flower, I felt a familiarity and a remembrance wash over me. An intensity and vibrancy of connection was felt, as I experienced a global connectedness with this flower; we were not separate. A recognition arose that this was how I knew the world as a five year old. The intense loss I had subsequently felt in leaving the Alps a few years later now made even greater sense to me.
As a small child, I lived in a beautiful village nestled in the Alps. A few years ago, as I looked at a picture of an alpine flower, I felt a familiarity and a remembrance wash over me. An intensity and vibrancy of connection was felt, as I experienced a global connectedness with this flower; we were not separate. A recognition arose that this was how I knew the world as a five year old. The intense loss I had subsequently felt in leaving the Alps a few years later now made even greater sense to me.
Recently a client marvelled at the wonder of childhood that was being re-evoked for them during a Metamorphic Technique session, that sense of deep sensitivity and open tenderness, before, as they put it, the coarseness of superimposed ideas of how they should be, took hold. In a subsequent session a deep sadness arose, as they re-experienced the holdings in the body, these conditioned layerings, which seem to disconnect us from our natural state, the joy of being.
On receiving the Metamorphic Technique other clients of mine, some with long standing illness or deep seated anxiety, have felt significant burdens lift from them, as their minds have stilled, and fear has dropped away. They have marvelled at the wonder of synchronicities arising for them, calling them to an envigoured re-engagement with life, and demonstrating the sacred interconnectedness at its core.
