
It's Sunday morning and I'm enjoying laying in bed taking my time getting up. I'm in that state of being half asleep, but slowly becoming conscious of my thoughts. I should probably get up soon. My husband, laying next to me is starting to toss and turn. I know he's just making his way back from dreamland too.
He stretches and says, "Hi, beautiful. How are you? Did you sleep okay?" I love that he greets me as if we've been apart during the night. I suppose he is right, we have been apart in our different dreamscapes.
He props himself up on one elbow and tells me a little about what he remembers of his sleep adventures. He tells me we were hiking in many different places. I laugh because I don't even like to go with him to walk our dogs, and there I was in his dreams, hiking with him. He lays his head back on his pillow amused at the irony I just pointed out.
My own dreams start to come to mind, so I excitedly start to tell him about them. Seconds into my story, I realize he has fallen back asleep! I feel anger well up inside me, yet I know he did not fall asleep in the middle of my story on purpose. I am also feeling hurt. The intensity of my emotions seem out of proportion to the situation and I know that it isn't the first time I've felt this hurt, frustration and anger when I've been cut-off from telling a story or sharing an idea.
My training as a Law of Attraction counselor and energy psychology practitioner has taught me that my emotional response to any situation is "an inside job." Although it feels satisfying to justify to myself that my anger and frustration is because my husband fell asleep in the middle of my story after I listened to his whole story, it is really something within me that is causing these feelings of anger and hurt.
Okay, what is my inside job then? I decide to use this opportunity to release whatever inside job I have going on that makes me react with such negative feelings to a situation that is harmless and even funny from a different perspective.
I begin processing my thoughts with the help of an energy technique called Emotional Freedom Techniques that involves tapping on energy meridian points. It helps relax the body and mind for clearer thought processing. All the while, as I'm processing my thoughts, I'm tapping.
Let's see. His falling asleep while I was sharing my thoughts makes me feel like what I have to say is not important to him. Yes, I can definitely feel my anger and frustration with that thought! When my kids interrupt me in the middle of a story or idea I'm sharing, I feel a similar frustration, anger and hurt. In fact, whenever I'm cut off in the middle of sharing a story or idea, I feel the same way. I perceive the situation as evidence that, "what I have to say is not important." That hurts. Often times I choose not to share my ideas because I don't want to take the chance of feeling that hurt. Wow, that really limits me in my life. This is something worth getting to the bottom of.
Where did I get this belief from? Was there a time when I was younger when I felt frustrated, angry and hurt because someone made me feel what I had to say wasn't important? Nothing comes to mind so I just continue to tap on meridian points waiting for something to come into my thoughts. I start seeing flashes of me as a child of age 5 or 6. Maybe I am 7? A definite sense in me tells me, "no, not 7." The young image of me in my mind's eye is like a school photo from the chest up. It has no context, just my expressionless face in front of a washed out whitish background. I just keep tapping, waiting for more information to come. After a few seconds, I see in my mind's eye, my young self crying, frustrated and angry, surrounded by many of my adult relatives. I realize I'm seeing a moving scene from an actual photo my parents have from when I was a child. This photo was taken at the Philippine airport, the day my family left the Philippines to move to our new life in America. My father had received a position as a mechanical engineer with Boeing Aerospace in Seattle, Washington.
I see my 6-year-old self upset that she is having to leave the Philippines. She doesn't want to go. She has told her parents, aunts and uncles she doesn't want to go, but nobody will listen to her. Everyone is at the airport to see them off. No one cares that she doesn't want to go. No one listens to her as she tells them she doesn't want to go. She feels that,
what she has to say isn't important!
I continue to tap as I go back in time to help my 6-year-old-self feel better. I'm there now. I see her. I tell her not to be afraid of me because I'm here to help her feel better. I tell her I am her when she is grown up and I came back to be with her because I know that she is upset. She comes to me and sits in my lap. She is holding a little red straw and a tube of plastic balloon. She is crying. She tells me that she is scared about going to America and leaving everyone. She doesn't want to go. I tell her I know exactly how she feels. I explain to her that I will tap on her gently while we talk because the tapping will help her to calm down and feel better. She is okay with that. As I hold her in my arms, I gently tap on her meridian points. She tells me that no one will listen to her. She has told her parents and her aunts and uncles that she doesn't want to go, but they are still making her go. I explain to her that her parents know she doesn't want to go, but they love her very much and don't want to leave her behind. I tell her that her parents are a little scared too, but they feel going to America is a great opportunity for a better education and a better life for her and her sisters. My 6-year-old self is calmer now. She has stopped crying and is sitting calmly in my lap fiddling with her plastic balloon tube and straw. I tell her that she is going to do fine in America and that she will even meet her future husband there. I tell her that there will be hard times, but not to worry because I will always be with her like a guardian angel, helping her through those hard times.
As I say this to my 6-year-old self, I have a huge epiphany. Growing up and even now, I have felt the comforting presence and guidance of a guardian angel in my life. Have I been my own guardian angel all these years? Was a future aspect of me going back in time to help me, as I am doing now with my 6-year-old self?

Little me is now feeling much better. She is calm, content and smiling, sitting in my lap. I ask her if there is anything she would like to do together before I go. She says she wants to dance! This is humorous to me because, of course my 6-year-old self would want to dance! Dancing is one of my favorite things to do! I tell her she is going to grow up to be an awesome dancer. I dance around with her for awhile and we have a great time. Now it's time for the group picture to be taken before she boards the plane with her family. I stand beside the photographer watching the group get assembled. My 6-year-old self is standing in the front row smiling at me. In the actual photo taken in 1968, however, I am crying. I'm really curious to find that photo now and look at it again.
I finish my tapping and look at my husband, still asleep next to me. I feel good that he is able to sleep in on weekends. He normally wakes up at 5 a.m. to workout before going to work. I no longer feel anger or frustration at him. Nor do I feel any hurt over the situation. Now, it seems funny to me that he fell soundly asleep within seconds of being wide awake telling me about his dreams.
I am bursting with excitement to tell him what I just experienced. I wake him up and tell him my story. He listens attentively. We end up having an energized conversation about time and time travel. We contemplate how the past is linked to the present, the way this past event in my life, kept me, as an adult, from sharing ideas for fear of being hurt. This event that I was no longer consciously aware of until now created feelings of frustration, anger and hurt whenever I found myself in situations that reminded me of my 6-year-old self's belief that, "what I have to say is not important."
Did I really just travel back in time? Why not? I just visited with my 6-year-old self on a September day in 1968 and I left her feeling better. Now the thought of my husband falling asleep while I was sharing my thoughts with him seems funny to me instead of making me angry.
Wait a minute. If I really went back and helped my 6-year-old self in 1968, why have I been living with the limiting belief of "what I have to say is not important" all these years until now? My husband explains with impressive clarity of thought, "But you don't have that limiting belief now. You just went back and helped your 6-year-old self, so it's like you never had that limiting belief. It's like you changed your past and it changed your future."