Завхоз wrote:_Алекс_ wrote:Humpty Baltay
Now I'm more that surprised
147.85 Hz-Saturn: separation, sorrow, death.
Maybe I confuse something and I have no understanding more profound. But the text here and death and sorrow and separation. Is it good quality for frequency and for life in General?
great frequency, very calming and avivausa bright sadness after the 2-hour session and turn off the device felt a wave of joy and euphoria!
One of the first completed my training, was the training of Alexander Sviyash. Final day, last exercise. Lie on mats on the stone floor in a circle. Heads in the center. Leading to side, plays relaxing music. Leading starts to guide us from our birth. Here we were born here we are a little in the garden, etc. Suddenly hit a sheep and leading says that the teacher swore at us, we are in trouble again music at home mother scolded and in the future, all the same in the same spirit: relax - drum - another person we got nasty, cursed, might hit. Relaxing, but the negative more and more. And when this negativity was podnikatele under a regular kick drum, the presenter announces that we have died. And not allowing us to relax, offered to see yourself in a coffin, somewhere in the apartment, the stairwell, on the street.
See yourself lying in a coffin in his apartment in prihozhke. But for some reason I feel uncomfortable. Realized. The coffin from the side faces to the bottom (when viewed from the end) tapers. As my hands stretched along the body, it seems to me that they stick out of the walls of the tomb. From the experience on this occasion was distracted by the voice leading, which suggested to look around and see people. Look, see the side of people approaching. A few people in deep and sincere grief, a couple very close - crying. One person - openly laughs and shows me.
Presenter: "Look at these people, tell them anything, unable to say goodbye, because more YOU will NOT SEE THEM EVER!" And here it dawned on me that now will be nailing down the coffin lid, and I really will never see. The horror that was overcome in the knowledge of this moment - it's not terrible, but something much more. Heart squeeze, twirl and wriggle, trying to shout to them that would not go away... . And when this horror covered all of my being, from somewhere distant, seemed in the sky, at the same time broke some sort of rousing melody and wild (seemed?) Creek leading: "And now you are alive, you are alive, get up." Leap with such views and with such energy, as if we were some time kept under water without scuba gear and masks and let go for a moment before we were completely awash. The joy of being alive, was so great that it is impossible to describe. Just filled, overflowed and flooded. With a week still then, did not go, and flew.
So, I guess you are right says a wise idea that everything is relative.<