Getting rid of limiting beliefs

[Guest guest]

Thanks, Suzette, for sharing. It will be a support for those going

through hard times. It takes alot of courage to make oneself so

vulnerable. I applaud you.

 

Celeste

[Guest guest]

> What do you think YOU might do if you could free yourself from the

limitations imposed by your beliefs of what's possible? <snip>

>Have

you perhaps ALREADY explored getting rid of limiting beliefs? If so, will

you

share your story?

 

>Rich Putman in Minnesota USA

 

Oh Rich - I can't tell you how long and hard I have worked at dismantling

limiting beliefs! I've been successful, too, even though I'm not a

millionnaire yet (;->)! (Read that to mean certain siblings look down on me

for still having a low income.)

 

I have done a lot of things in my life that were " ok " in my family growing

up, but unusual for society. I've also done things that made one or another

of my siblings say, " You can't do that! " when I had just done it. But those

were their barriers, not mine. Here is one of mine.

 

I'm the oldest of eight kids, six of whom were boys. My father figured that

since he and Mom were both highly intelligent, at least one of their

children should turn out to be a genius. I was nine years old when I

realized he didn't mean me - wasn't even considering me. I was firstborn,

but with a cleft lip. His attitude was more one of pity than anything else,

and wanting to protect me.

 

When I got my bachelor's degree, he told me I was doing it to be interesting

for a husband. When I joined the Peace Corps right afterward (at age 24) and

went to Africa to live, I realized I might just buck tradition and not get

married for awhile.

 

Ten years later, still single, I joined the PC again and went to the West

Indies. When I came back from there, I decided to go one step further and

obtain a master's degree (at age 40). Dad loaned me $1000 to help me enroll.

He told me later it hadn't been a gift, because he'd expected me to drop

out.

 

Well, I didn't. I felt like I was breaking a self-imposed glass ceiling and

it was tough! But I was also really beginning to develop myself spiritually,

so this was almost a test to see who/what would win. I set up a daily

meditation practice, started journalling (half of which was lessons drawn

from meditation about conflicts) and began to learn to plan and run my life

via spiritual guidance. I kept slacking off, then getting back on track,

then slacking off again. I practiced praising rather than condemning myself

and used affirmations to keep myself optimistic. I attended a New Thought

church to associate with likeminded people.

 

It all worked, but all kinds of things happened in the process. The

university lost funding and dropped a bunch of classes I needed, a pseudo

boss tried to get me fired from a part-time job I loved, I had to move three

times, and I started menopause. At the end of it all, after I had finally

graduated four years later with a degree in Interdisciplinary Studies, I met

my soulmate and he didn't want a relationship! ( " Relationships are too much

work, " he said.) Talk about devastation!

 

If I was ever going to " check out " of life, that would have been the time.

No job nor hope of getting one there - where college grads worked for

minimum wage. Behind in rent, no energy, no clue as to what direction I

wanted to move in, no love. I went to a doctor and discovered I was HIGHLY

anaemic. She wanted to do a colonoscopy (sp?) to see if I had cancer, but I

said no. I knew what it was (emotionally).

 

Back in the tiny room I was renting at the time, I meditated to find out

where in the world support energy was. When I called my father it streamed

from him, so I moved down to Southern California and into his place. Now

mind you, I was 45 years old by then and moving back in with my father!

 

Living with him as a teenager with two of my brothers (Mom & he had split

up), I had never really made the teenage break. Now I knew I was going to

have to, with him and Mom. And I did, with conflict and good times. But that

is a whole other story - more confusion and breaking limitations, this time

on the way to full recovery.

 

Dad calls me a mystic now. I still meditate, of course. I'm on my own again

and have learned a lot about money. The condo I rent is nice. I have a

career direction and am seeing a lot of synchronicity in working it out.

This year feels like the break year. (My family has no clue!!) Finally I

feel truly in charge, like I am the creator of my life and I know what I am

doing. Such a wonderful relief!

 

Warm Hugs to All - Susette