One day my Doctor asked if I would like to be regressed?
He explained it to me how it was done and I agreed.
He took me into a type of meditation and I began to regress to where I was a very small black child with tight curly hair around a year old and I was sitting in a type of terrain I had never seen before on side of a large mountain.
Not in New Zealand or in Australia. It was a type of rock formation and spikes of yellowish green growth. I could see it plainly.
It was really unreal and I still didn't know really what it meant except to know why I liked African curly hair as it felt familiar to me and very comforting.
This happened around 1983 or so. I will be telling of my trip to South Africa latter as I go on through this blog and how the pieces of this regression was put together to make sense to me.
In the mean time I just kept on doing my massage practice and being a mother to my son and taking him out to various places you take children. My son showed signs of having a gift also but he didn't want to talk about it.
He was addicted to Dr Who and Star Trek and still is today and has a massive collection of all sorts of memorabilia. I just could not understand the Science Fiction type shows so my son and myself had different tastes in TV shows we liked so it was hard to find something we enjoyed together. I did try to find an medium place in all of this but it was hard. So he would watch TV in his room and myself in mine. Looking back I now know that was wrong of me to have let that happen. I now know my son has Aspergers or that type of syndrome as he never showed affection and didn't like to be touched and it was so hard as a mother to have a child who just wouldn't bond with you. It would hurt me when other children would run up to their parents and give them a hug and Neb just never did this. If he did you could tell he didn't like it. I had so much love to give but it was never returned. The story of my life.
P.S. As this is a blog which I hope one day will become a book I apologize if I repeat myself in this blog.
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