A Strange Story

By Bart Sharp

I was surfing on the Internet when I saw a photo of a dog being used as shark bait.   This defeated but beautiful animal had two large hooks protruding out of his nose.  It was distressing to view the photo as I tried to stay unattached by not judging how it disgusted me.

I left the site and went on about the day only to have the image return to my memory.  I was patient with the vision but as the afternoon wore on I was becoming weary of the image.  Every time its vision came up a tension clutched into my stomach and I felt uncomfortable in my nasal area where the hooks were sunk into the animal.

It soon became like an obsession, an internal conflict that I knew was deeper than the photo was creating this.   Unfortunately I could not figure out hat that source was.  Did it relate to abuse?  Anger?  My father’s fishing trips?  Nothing resonated.  I was lost and this image was becoming more dominating in my mind.

I knew that my body was trying to communicate to me an unpleasant past memory that I had suppressed.  I could not find it.  It was getting worse as I could feel the hook prongs in the roof of my mouth, not painful but irritating.  I exercised patience as the image continued; I knew that this was just an energetic memory that could not harm me.  At the same time I could see a picture of the roof of my mouth splitting apart.  Both images of the dog and my mouth were coming up randomly in my mind.

The next day I was sharing this with a friend who said, “Maybe it is a literal meaning that you are missing.”  He asked me, “What are you finding unpalatable in your life?”

Instantly I knew he was spot on.  I had a disagreement with my girlfriend and had not been able to express myself.  There was certain energy to that response but my hunch told me there was something deeper than my argument that had been triggered.

I began to ask my body questions to where am I suppressing the deeper memory.  I first asked what age did I create this memory.  I was guided to that dreaded age of twelve years old, the seventh grade.  Oh yes there are plenty of things I could and would not tell to others during that time in my life.  I felt the tightness in my stomach and the image of my splitting palette increase to confirm my thoughts.

Yes I knew the stories of that time, the trials and tribulations of a stage in life that I’d rather forget.    This type of exploration was not new to me as I help others release these type of limitations using the tools of Access Energy Transformation.  I had not dealt with such odd images representing the limitation before.   One thing was for sure, I was ready to let go of this one.  Junior High School has never been a pleasant place to explore.

The process for me is to feel where the energy of the limitation manifests and in this situation it was stuck in my mouth and stomach.   The deepest part of the angst was in my stomach.  Generally, it is where I hold so much of my suppressed anger and other emotions.   I spent much of my time angry at age twelve and thirteen but the sensations of this dense rock shaped energy felt like guilt as well.   I had blamed myself greatly for all of the things that overwhelmed me in that time of my life.

I sat patiently and perceived the stressed areas in my stomach.  Each stressed area has a different quality in its shape, density and feel.  There are areas in where it is harder and softer.  As I explored this energy the top half that was in my solar plexus felt slightly inflamed like when I am angry and lower half into the back of my stomach was much heavier like a hard knot.

As I placed my attention onto this area the stories of my 7^th grade life re-revealed them selves.  With each story re-stimulating my energetic ball-shaped memory.  With each memory I would allow the story to come up, not to judge it but be present with it.  I allowed each story to stimulate the inflamed area, as it would give me more information of what this seventh grade reality was really like.  The stories stimulated anger, rage, fear, and beliefs of how I was wrong and how I sent out those projections to my classmates and teachers at that time.

When it felt like that phase of the exploration was complete I placed my attention on the hard, dense area in the lower part of my stomach.  With my focus fully on this area I asked, “Is there a shadow side to this that I am hiding away in?”

The question opened a greater truth within as a lighter fluffy energy was exposed below the hard place in my stomach.  It was the underlying energy of the limitation, the shadow side of it.  In my mental vision I began to explore this dark world that looked like darken, slices of elongated flower petals slowly wavering in a black etheric world all existing inside of me.

I ventured into the darkness not knowing what I would find.  I was seeing the shadows of the flowing petals but unable to perceive finer details.  I was searching in a shadowy darkness looking with my senses to identify energies living in this world.  I was looking for an old energy of me.

All the while the roof of my mouth was creating the image of skin splitting apart.  It was giving the message that something was very wrong in my body.

After a few moments I felt something about two feet below me, hiding in the reed like shadows below my buttocks.  It was an orb shaped energy that felt like me.  My presence came to the orb and I perceived into it with a vision that did not use my eyes but my inner imaging.  Hidden away was this sad young man who felt inadequate, alone with the belief that it was his fault.   The underlying energy of this shadow persona was guilt.  The anger and rage experienced in the stomach was only a reaction to the guilt.

I began to talk to this part of me, telling him that he is no longer in the seventh grade.  It was not his fault; it was just a tough time.  He does have permission to let go of this less than satisfying past.  Then I invited this part of me to let this shadow world go and come live in my life in the present.  This old energy could reintegrate into my heart.

With that said the past energetic memory dissolved and I felt a surge of energy in my heart.  It made the transition immediately.  The tense shape in my stomach dissipated instantly.  The roof of my mouth suddenly felt normal again.  The images of the dog left.  I felt complete in myself, energized from the transfer.  When I think of the dog or the splitting palate in my mouth it has no charge, just an image that goes as quickly as it comes.   If we can find the lies and fears of our past we can transform them by bringing them up to the light of our awareness.  Access Energy Transformation helps in this process clearing out blocks that limit our inner vision.

I know that my body will always bring up issues that I am ready to let go of.  That is how it works.  However it usually does not come up in such an unusual obsession.  As I evolve and continue to be open to self-exploration deeper challenges will rise up.   The experience of the seventh grade was finally ready to change.   I am glad my body and higher self have the ability to bring it up my limitation to my awareness.  My on-going job is to pay attention to them and be willing to change.