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SEIZURES AND STORED TRAUMA.

SEIZURES – TRAUMA RELEASE.

For the past 90mins or so I have been conscious and having a seizure, many seizures, more release yet to come as I can feel it.
I couldn’t stop it once it started.
I don’t know if I have ever seizured before but haven’t consciously.
I am perfectly incredibly more than fine.
So please don’t be concerned.
I’m actually quite amazed.
It’s incredible the gift that I’ve been given.
I’ve known something major was unfolding in my life leading up to this.
I’ve felt heavily held as if they are with me energetically and still am by the energy of living family members, ancestors, God, Christ within for the past few days.
There’s been huge unfoldment leading up to this.
A seizure from what I have experienced (I can only comment on my own experience) is the reinactment of traumatic events stored within the body.
It is a discharge and release of the trauma imprint and memory.
This was confirmed by the third eye visual I received whilst it was happening of someone I know who suffers with seizures.
I was very ready for this!
This part of me has been frozen in time as such.
My mind, body and soul aligned to this knowing I was ready for this!
I have just witnessed exactly what happened to me through body movement, body reactions and non reactions and the movements that were forced upon my limp body in 2012.
The body has just released the exact movements both where my body was moved by them and the uncontrolled natural body responses (like the heart beating or when we sneeze etc) and I most definitely was fully unconscious when it happened.
A seizure from what I experienced is a delayed trauma release, it’s not something forced it just happens naturally and is a delayed reaction like that of which an animal naturally flows to after freeze in a near death situation; shaking itself back into it’s reality and releasing the stress and hormones that are surging through the body.
The release from freeze state when it’s been many years later can brought on and triggered by a simulated experience or similar experience of the unfoldment of the initial trauma e.g movement, smells, tastes, touches, visual etc.
I asked God for divine intervention so much for this.
Hope this helps someone.
Please only take what resonates.

Written by Helen Rebecca Hart.

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IRIDESCENCE.

I welcome into my life all that was aligned and pushed away.
I welcome into my life trust.
Trust to allow the walls to shatter into a million pieces of foam.
Foam to form.
Foam to fade.
Foldable.
Mouldable.
Digressed.
I allow steps inward.
Closer, closer.
No need to run.
No need to chase.
Allow the discomfort.
Breath.
Breathe.
Trust.
No games.
Allowing.
Allowing the illusions to move through my being.
Wash away the mess.
White mist.
Pure form.
No dust.
Iridescence.

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THE GATHERING.

THE GATHERING.

We gather to unite.
We gather to call.
The flame to the fire.
The wild through all.
To love.
To rise.
Slumber from sleepy eyes.
A flash of light.
Thunder.
To heighten.
Numbed thighs.
Surge penetrating through feet to crown.
Purge demonstrating release throughout.
Hold yourself dear one.
You are not alone.
The golden.
The christed.
The rainbow.
Your home.

Poetry + Art – Helen Rebecca Hart.

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BOUND TO BREAK FREE.

BOUND TO BREAK FREE.

Bound to break free of the patterns imposed on we.
From lives gone past.
Ancestral longings, locks last.
Bound to we.

I cannot carry the weight of these chains no more.
Denial isn’t an option.
Nor running and chasing.
No score.

Meet me face to face.
Dare you will.
Face our inner demons.
Consciously, still.

Meet me face to face.
Mirrors are loud.
In this space.
No masks allowed.
Discomfort turns red.
Hidden gets loud.

Take this into ourselves.
Feeling all that’s shroud.
Drop the guard.
Playing proud.

There is no war.
No power trips.
It’s for us to rise in our own ships.

Can you commit to healing all within.
Can you commit to yourself.
To break this bill.
Can you lay your weapons on the floor.
Let us pick up a rose.
For our very own hearts.
No need to impose.
Chainbreaking the goal.

I’m done with these energetic hidden games.
Peak out from the curtain.
No need for shame.
I’m not willing to be part of the hunger games.
I lay this to rest.
I will not remain.
In the hall of blame.

Burdened by binds of years gone past.
A fairy tale in duality.
A nightmare that lasts.
I need one not to make me whole.
This is not what I propose.
I care to break these binds.
For I, my self.

If you cannot rise.
Together.
Apart.
Then drop your pull.
Go.

Beating heart.

Art + poetry – Helen Rebecca Hart.

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INVISIBLE LOSS.

INVISIBLE LOSS.

I sit here in silence.
Yet can there be silence.
As no sound.
Clothes against bare skin.
Soft, smooth, held free.
Air breathes along the palm of my mind.
Clear, cleanse, crystals, close.
Mother earth pulsating.
Brown sound upon the wings of our hearts.
Our feet melt, merge into her skin.
Father Sky drops blue, pink in an ocean of freeze.
Golden light abreast the sun.
Glitters upon ones knees.
Water washes through.
A trickle in the glass of time.
Fire rides sensualy through our being.
Blue power, strength o mine.
Spirits of the trees.
Insects are the keys.
Ancestors standing strong.
Never alone.
Breathe.
Nothing nor no-one to long.
Old stories die hard.
Source sings our souls song.

Written by Helen Rebecca Hart.