Excellent wisdom. These are exercises I will definitely bring within me as I go through my days. I never really thought about how, throughout my life, the voices of the past affected me in situations, but I can identify them now. Especially my father’s -orders to get into the bedroom for a beating; my mother’s for not bringing shame to the family; and a supervisor’s - agreeing all the time with what I would say and then betraying me.
Amazing how much influence they insidiously made. It’s like a poison that eats away at self. Time to reclaim self, whom I love and truly want to nurture so that I may genuinely voice my love for those around me. Thank you, Dea. 🙏🏼♾️❤️
Three voices that were never yours. Three programs installed without consent. And your nervous system ran them anyway, because a child doesn't know the difference between "this is how I survive" and "this is who I am."
The poison wasn't loud. It was quiet. Background noise disguised as your own thoughts.
But you just named them out loud. That's not a small thing. The moment a voice gets identified, it loses admin access.
"Time to reclaim self, whom I love and truly want to nurture." Read that sentence you wrote again. That's not a wish. That's a body already doing it.
Thank you for trusting me with the names of the ghosts. They just got eviction notices. 🙏🏼❤️💎
I went to a lake yesterday, and sang to her. I cried tears of joy and gratitude, with a small mixture of self pity.
Over the years, people have remarked when I answered the phone, how much my voice sounded like my father’s. And I hated that.
Recently, focused on inner child work and reparenting my self, I hear the tone of that voice in a gentle way, not mocking and belittling, saying the words I always wanted to hear: “you didnt do anything wrong, TJ. It’s ok.”
These are great somatic protocols and I appreciate you very much!
You sang to a lake. Cried joy and gratitude with a little self-pity mixed in. That's not breakdown. That's the exact recipe for a nervous system finally putting down something it was never supposed to carry.
And the voice that used to sound like mockery? Now it says "you didn't do anything wrong." That's reparenting completing its circuit. The frequency is the same. The message finally changed.
People heard your father when you answered the phone. You heard him too. But now YOU'RE the one holding the microphone. Same vocal cords, different broadcast.
The lake received it. The inner child received it. The body received it.
Thank you for telling me. This is the work in action. 🙏💎
Thank You Thank You Thank You. I have known this forever but was mired in quicksand and could not move. This hit me right between the eyes and I will start immediately on my journey back.
Thank you so much. Thoughts about voice hardly ever occur to me. An “eye” opener!!. I have however found that humming is of great benefit. Starting as the lowest breathiest, no voice sound and noticing the vibration from sinuses down to chest is very calmative and takes the focus from worrisome thoughts. I’ve also discovered that singing the vowels from the lowest A increasing to the U sung as a high note strengthens the voice.
You already knew. Humming, vibration from sinuses to chest, singing vowels low to high. The body gave you the protocol. I just put words around what you were already doing. Thank you for sharing this. ❤️💎
Excellent wisdom. These are exercises I will definitely bring within me as I go through my days. I never really thought about how, throughout my life, the voices of the past affected me in situations, but I can identify them now. Especially my father’s -orders to get into the bedroom for a beating; my mother’s for not bringing shame to the family; and a supervisor’s - agreeing all the time with what I would say and then betraying me.
Amazing how much influence they insidiously made. It’s like a poison that eats away at self. Time to reclaim self, whom I love and truly want to nurture so that I may genuinely voice my love for those around me. Thank you, Dea. 🙏🏼♾️❤️
Father's orders. Mother's shame protocol. Supervisor's smiling betrayal.
Three voices that were never yours. Three programs installed without consent. And your nervous system ran them anyway, because a child doesn't know the difference between "this is how I survive" and "this is who I am."
The poison wasn't loud. It was quiet. Background noise disguised as your own thoughts.
But you just named them out loud. That's not a small thing. The moment a voice gets identified, it loses admin access.
"Time to reclaim self, whom I love and truly want to nurture." Read that sentence you wrote again. That's not a wish. That's a body already doing it.
Thank you for trusting me with the names of the ghosts. They just got eviction notices. 🙏🏼❤️💎
And my blessings to go back to their original owners. Thank you, Dea. Blessed Be.💞🙏🏼
Blessings received. Thank you. 💞💎
I went to a lake yesterday, and sang to her. I cried tears of joy and gratitude, with a small mixture of self pity.
Over the years, people have remarked when I answered the phone, how much my voice sounded like my father’s. And I hated that.
Recently, focused on inner child work and reparenting my self, I hear the tone of that voice in a gentle way, not mocking and belittling, saying the words I always wanted to hear: “you didnt do anything wrong, TJ. It’s ok.”
These are great somatic protocols and I appreciate you very much!
You sang to a lake. Cried joy and gratitude with a little self-pity mixed in. That's not breakdown. That's the exact recipe for a nervous system finally putting down something it was never supposed to carry.
And the voice that used to sound like mockery? Now it says "you didn't do anything wrong." That's reparenting completing its circuit. The frequency is the same. The message finally changed.
People heard your father when you answered the phone. You heard him too. But now YOU'RE the one holding the microphone. Same vocal cords, different broadcast.
The lake received it. The inner child received it. The body received it.
Thank you for telling me. This is the work in action. 🙏💎
Thank you for the response. 🙂
Always 🌞
Thank You Thank You Thank You. I have known this forever but was mired in quicksand and could not move. This hit me right between the eyes and I will start immediately on my journey back.
The quicksand just lost. Thank you for trusting the landing. 💎
🙏thank you for clearing articulating what my sub conscious was saying all along. In such gratitude for your guidance 🙏
Your body knew first. The words just caught up. Thank you for already being tuned in. 🙏💎
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This is such a great reminder in the perfect timing! Thank you ☺️
The body always knows when to find what it needs. Thank you for being here. ☺️💎
Amazingly written.
Thank you, Billy. 💎
Thank you so much. Thoughts about voice hardly ever occur to me. An “eye” opener!!. I have however found that humming is of great benefit. Starting as the lowest breathiest, no voice sound and noticing the vibration from sinuses down to chest is very calmative and takes the focus from worrisome thoughts. I’ve also discovered that singing the vowels from the lowest A increasing to the U sung as a high note strengthens the voice.
You already knew. Humming, vibration from sinuses to chest, singing vowels low to high. The body gave you the protocol. I just put words around what you were already doing. Thank you for sharing this. ❤️💎
This is fabulous, Dea. Thanks you for sharing so beautifully complete. You are a marvel 🫠🫠
"Beautifully complete." The words needed to hear that today. Thank you for this. 🫠💎