A Brain Process to Understand Another

Often, when I work with a client who has been hurt by another and doesn’t understand why they act and react in a certain way, I have them look at the other person’s brain.

We begin by first asking the other person’s permission. This can be done in person or in the energy. You simply ask if you may read their brain energy. If you hear/feel a yes, then you may proceed.

If I’m working with a client, I go ahead and ask permission for myself and my client. I explain that the client wants to better understand the person’s whose brain we want to look at. I’ve never had anyone say no.

Once permission is granted, the client then looks at my brain. Next the client looks at their brain. Clients always see my brain and their brain filled with colors and light. Not the same colors, but colors unique to our brains at the time of viewing. When the client looks at the brain of the person they’re trying to understand, it almost always appears in shades of gray with more black and white areas.

This does not in any way imply the person with the less colorful brain is wrong or that they’re not intelligent. What it does imply is that they may be less creative and less emotional than someone with a more colorful brain.

We are not referring here to the brain of a person who is shut down emotionally, someone who stuffs feelings, or someone with a mental disturbance. We are speaking of a normal human being who acts and reacts in an ordinary fashion.

Also, keep in mind that this is an energy process, not a ex-ray or MRI of a person’s brain, which may show different results than we see. Our purpose is to help us understand another person better, not to diagnosis a physical condition.

A non-colorful brain is neither good nor bad. It just is. And if we can understand that the other person’s brain works differently from ours, that their brain processes differently, than we can increase our understanding of them. We can come to understand why we think and act differently from one another. It’s simply that we think differently because we process the information that comes to us differently.

A mathematician processes information differently than an actor; an engineer processes information differently than a poet; a technician processes information differently than a musician.

We all have different brains; we all have different ways for processing information. One way is not better or worse than the other. It’s simply how we’re made.

One of the hardest things we learn in our lives is that not everyone thinks, acts, or reacts like we do, especially if that’s someone we love or often interact with. Two people may look at the same picture and see and interpret it completely differently. We are all unique; we are all who we are for reasons we are yet discovering. We are all human seeking to understand each other…and ourselves.

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You Are All

You are

the sun and the moon.

You are

war and peace,

the rain and the drought.

You are

tree and you are weed.

You are you

and you are not.

You are alone

and you are not.

This you understand

and you do not.

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My Prayer

I am here only

To be truly helpful.

I am here to represent

the one who sent me.

I do not have to worry

about what to say or what

to do because the one who sent me

will direct me.

I am content to be wherever

the one wishes, knowing the one goes there

with me.

I will be healed as I let

the one teach me to heal.

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Completeness

I am whole

unto myself,

radiating

my light

with yours

independent

while one.

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In the Labyrinth of My Mind

Exploring pockets within the labyrinth of my mind,

where shadows dance and secrets I find.

Silent whispers echo through the hollow halls,

as I unravel mysteries within these walls.

Hidden treasures gleam with ancient glow,

each memory a thread, each thought a bow.

Through winding paths and fleeting dreams,

I weave a tapestry of silent screams.

A journey deep, where fears reside,

and hopes and sorrows often collide.

In this maze of wonder, dark and bright,

I search for sparks that ignite the night.

With each step forward, new doors appear,

leading to realms both far and near.

Exploring pockets within the labyrinth of my soul,

I uncover fragments to hold dear

and fragments that make me whole.

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All in God’s Time

A prayer unanswered

may be only a delay.

The answer

is waiting

for a future day.

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Night Sail

Dark of the moon

whispers

through the shadows of the clouds

like a cat stalking its prey.

The midnight sea

glistens and glitters—

the crystal ball in the old dance hall.

Hushed by the sea mist

stands an island in shrouds

of blues and greys and greens—

a rose patterned carpet muted with age.

Whirlpools of water stars

skitter

around the anchor and chain

like flickering fireflies at play.

Briefly we’ll stay

then soon again be on our way

wandering nomads of wind and wave

we, the sailors of the sea.

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Stone’s Memory

Do you see me?

Do you see the granite in my eyes?

Do you hear me?

Do you hear the wind across my face?

I have been here

More than a million years, and

I will be here more than a million more.

Remember.

That is how you see me.

Remember,

And you will hear me.

It is then you will remember

You.

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A Matter of Growing Wiser

How young and foolish

I once was

I know that now you see.

In the years

I’ve left behind

I’ve grown to understand

the world will never change with me

but I can change within.

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4:00 am

Veils lift

worlds meet.

Time, space, distance

do not exist

in this time out of time

where worlds meet,

veils lift

at 4:00 a.m.;

my life is enriched.

This is reality.

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