03-09-2017, 05:43 AM
Day 7
Currently listening to: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Bp0H9DMH4h8
A lot happened in 5 days. A lot more than I was expecting to happen.
By Saturday afternoon, my second day on 3.1, the exhaustion had kicked in. This continued all through Sunday and into Monday as well. Monday night I went to bed at 8:30, that's how tired I was. Funny enough, my appetite has been OK. I am not as ravenous hungry as many others, and am able to maintain an intermittent fast of 16/8. I do eat though and every now and again I require a power boost, ala Chocolate, but, for the most part I am OK with food.
Anyway, after 4 days of doing the masked tracks, Tuesday I switched over to the Hybrid.
One other thing to note, for the first 5 days I was on DMSI, I don't recall having any dreams. I slept really deeply for those first few days.
It was on the 6th day of DMSI, that I had a dream of my mother.
Most times when I dream of my mother, she's alive again and I'm spending time with her. And the. At some point in the dream, I realize that she's dead. It's been the same pattern for 17 years. Her death affected me deeply.
This time the dream was different. In the dream, I was looking at a photo album with her pictures in it. I was with my dad and an old gf of mine. I knew she was gone. I had accepted it, and instead spent that time remembering all sorts of things about her.
I then went and get this inbelievable urge to paint again. I haven't painted since my mom died. I remember after her funeral, I went home and threw away all of my art supplies.
But in the dream, that spark reignited. I found something I lost 17 years ago.
When I woke up, I didn't feel like something had changed, but I knew it had. Somewhere during the course of the night, an acceptance came over me, deep within me.
This journal entry is really disjointed, partially due to the fact that I haven't been able to process everything yet, and partially because I'm typing this from a mobile device.
I haven't had much time to sit down and write out a proper update in some time, my life has been hectic for the past few weeks, or rather since 3.0.1.
And I'm not doing a very good job conveying my thoughts.
Shannon, if you do read this, the healing is unlike anything else. That dream about my mother and then my urge to paint again, that changed everything. I know it did.
Most of all, it healed a wound I have carried for 17 years. Thank You Maestro. I know how you hear it all the time from other members about how you have changed their lives. Let me add to that chorus. You've changed my life...
Currently listening to: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Bp0H9DMH4h8
A lot happened in 5 days. A lot more than I was expecting to happen.
By Saturday afternoon, my second day on 3.1, the exhaustion had kicked in. This continued all through Sunday and into Monday as well. Monday night I went to bed at 8:30, that's how tired I was. Funny enough, my appetite has been OK. I am not as ravenous hungry as many others, and am able to maintain an intermittent fast of 16/8. I do eat though and every now and again I require a power boost, ala Chocolate, but, for the most part I am OK with food.
Anyway, after 4 days of doing the masked tracks, Tuesday I switched over to the Hybrid.
One other thing to note, for the first 5 days I was on DMSI, I don't recall having any dreams. I slept really deeply for those first few days.
It was on the 6th day of DMSI, that I had a dream of my mother.
Most times when I dream of my mother, she's alive again and I'm spending time with her. And the. At some point in the dream, I realize that she's dead. It's been the same pattern for 17 years. Her death affected me deeply.
This time the dream was different. In the dream, I was looking at a photo album with her pictures in it. I was with my dad and an old gf of mine. I knew she was gone. I had accepted it, and instead spent that time remembering all sorts of things about her.
I then went and get this inbelievable urge to paint again. I haven't painted since my mom died. I remember after her funeral, I went home and threw away all of my art supplies.
But in the dream, that spark reignited. I found something I lost 17 years ago.
When I woke up, I didn't feel like something had changed, but I knew it had. Somewhere during the course of the night, an acceptance came over me, deep within me.
This journal entry is really disjointed, partially due to the fact that I haven't been able to process everything yet, and partially because I'm typing this from a mobile device.
I haven't had much time to sit down and write out a proper update in some time, my life has been hectic for the past few weeks, or rather since 3.0.1.
And I'm not doing a very good job conveying my thoughts.
Shannon, if you do read this, the healing is unlike anything else. That dream about my mother and then my urge to paint again, that changed everything. I know it did.
Most of all, it healed a wound I have carried for 17 years. Thank You Maestro. I know how you hear it all the time from other members about how you have changed their lives. Let me add to that chorus. You've changed my life...
