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Peeling the Layers

Hippie Ghost Band

 

Step 3: Peeling the layers

 

Your self -saboteur and the victim can become great allies after the peeling of layers ends.  Welcome to next step. Jasmine discovered. The damsel and doormat rose out of other layers, hiding beneath the surface, which protected her memory from recognizing the culprit.

With the victim and saboteur on the scene, they would become the damsel’s best buddies. Remember the self-saboteur is the car you drive. It knows one route.  You programmed it to keep you a victim. If you dared to go a different direction the subconscious would hound you until you returned to your everyday routine.   It would remind you, this person has done you wrong. Victim images would constantly flash through your mind. To stop this, you had to have a stronger belief. Jasmine believed through her husband contributed to her change, the damsel and victim died.

Evidently not. Jasmine’s mind, throughout their marriage,  played out a battle between the dependent and the independent woman.  Those moments where the independent female rose, were seen through his eyes. His approval. His compliments. After his death, the independent woman became only a memory.

What would hold her to this victim? Why would she seek to embrace it? The subconscious is still programmed. It hadn’t unplugged from old beliefs. It hadn’t created a new reality. She only knew the old routes. To stop this vicious cycle, we had to start to find the real culprit. The damsel was only an expression of this perpetrator.

Often, one concept that has programmed the subconscious, is the breeder of the other characteristics. We walked her step by step until she remembered what it was. To do this, we began a similar program we do in the spirit realms. We help her to create and watch how she attacks her new project. As each program revealed itself, we had her use the Ho’oponopono with it.

 

Law of Attraction (Hippie Ghost Band style) reveals Doormat Syndrome

Stopping her from blaming the world for all her problems, didn’t come easy.  She didn’t understand why she kept attracting the same experience? People will stay on the merry-go-round of similar events, with a name, or location altered. Jasmine needed to acquire the skills to see yellow and red flags. These two could signal you that a repeated pattern is approaching. Peeling the layers away is a method we use in the spirit realms. We decided to teach her the process.

                                 

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                  Why did the Doormat Reemerge?

 

Our brains start to be program early in life. It acts like a computer and wishes to keep things running. It has scripts for every experience we have encountered. Those experiences, which came with a punch of emotions, are the ones that lead us daily and on rare occasions. My spirit group informed me, my programming is still active. Each programming might take a mini-vacation, while letting another pattern have the opportunity to dominant for a period, but this is temporary.

Their explanation met deaf ears. They were speaking an alien tongue, so another concept was presented.  This one hit home and made sense. It also answered several of my questions.

 When you met your husband, the self-saboteur and victim where on vacation. Other facets took the reign. The robust, vigorous and rebellious woman took center stage. My future husband didn’t see me as a doormat. Eventually both the self-saboteur and victim returned from vacation and sprung back into action.

I could see where this played out, but it didn’t answer my question. Why did I slip backed into the damsel role, when I started dating? The return of my old dating habits surprised me over the years. My spirit guide explained the roots to those patterns, before my husband’s  laid dormant.  All through my married life, I assumed my husband’s love healed me. My husband’s love did it. A lot of the doormat behavior stayed still in the river bed of my mind, waiting to sprout new seeds. With Wally’s death, his view point of me stopped being reflected, leaving the older tapes space to rise, with a vengeance.  Throughout the twenty-nine years of us being together, I never saw myself, as he did. Within a year, after his death, the damsel sprouted. Their roots still were planted deep into the fertile soil, from tapes of distant years. I didn’t know what hit me. I just let the self- saboteur take over and put me back into my original car. The same one my late husband tried to help me escape.

For being an intelligent woman who was well read on areas of co-dependency and other addictions, I didn’t see it sneaking up on me. Why? Comfortableness. There is a familiarity to what we know. It feels like a broken in pair of shoes. Our desire pushes us forward into our addiction, which can be an old one, or a new one. Sanity erases itself, as we battle through obstacles to grab ahold of our dependence. I did this. My spirit group woke me up to what I was doing. I created this mess, and it was me who attracted these people into my life. Energy will attract similar energy. Like attract like.  My thoughts created this road to pain, victim and doormat.  At the time I dropped blaming, I noticed the constant anxiety attacts stopped..  Taking accountability started to heal me. My spirit group felt I graduated, so began lesson two; peeling away the layers of my beliefs.