Theta Healing - Changing beliefs

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Theta Transformation -- Anatomy Cleansing.

Changing One's Inner Programming

Beliefs to look for inside yourself ---

Beliefs that may be limiting your success with Theta Healing”

Survival Issues

The Content:
What are my basic survival issues? What negative programming did I get as a child? Is there more to life than just survival? If so, how do I get beyond what I am now experiencing. How do I get myself from the space of "survival" to the mindset of "living life?"

Editor's Note:
The rantings, musings, and resolutions on this page are a result of being presented with what initially looked like a major life crisis. I spent from 2:00 a.m. to about 5:00 a.m. searching my emotions looking for What's Wrong With Me? and musing about God and my childhood programming. The last section Is There Any Way Out? took about ten minutes to find. Fortunately, I had a Theta Buddy who took me through the baggage in my life What's Wrong With Me? and brought me to a whole new perspective. Together, we turned my crisis into an opportunity.

The results are included below. I'm assuming that others will have similar experiences. The intention is to give you a sense that you are not the only hopeless misfit on the planet.

What's Wrong With Me?

About God

Is There Any Way Out?

What's Wrong with Me?

I think that I'm not good enough. What make others better than me?

No matter what I do, I'll be abandoned.

I don't count. I don't matter. Everyone else is more important than me.

What am I doing here? I want out of here?

They (my family) are not like me. Has there been some kind of mistake? How did I get here?

What makes older brothers think that they are better and more important than me?

I'm told that God wants us to come and live with him in the sky after we die. But you have to follow all the rules or you can't get in.

Who's running this place? He must be a really mean son of a bitch. Dad says it's the rich bastards. It's their fault. Why are they so mean?

Life is a struggle.

Life sucks and then you die.

When something good happens, something bad will happen to take it away.

There is just not enough of anything except grief and misery.

I am the victim of my environment (the rich bastards).

Rich people are bastards.

Winning is impossible, because no matter what I do, I'll lose in the end. I'll die and then I'll either cease to be or I'll just get more grief misery.

There's nothing I can do, so I'll just hide. I wonder if this misery ever ends.

I want out of here, but it's impossible for me to leave. I have no place to go. I don't even know how I got here, or where I came from, or why I'm here.

When something is right, God or the angels or somebody else gets the credit. When something is wrong, it's my fault.

Nobody loves me.

The ladies that they call nuns at Catechism told me I was evil and had to beg God to forgive me. I don' remember ever doing anything bad.

I must be bad. They, the big people must know things that I don't. Why else would they act the way they do and tell me those stories about their murdered hero. Why would anyone need to suffer and die for me? Why did I do that to him? How could I possible be that bad?

What did I do that was so terrible?

Where did I come from?

Why am I here?

In order survive in this cruel world, I have to give up being me.

If I fight it, it will go away. But no matter what I do it will be back again, and I'll have to fight it all over again.

What happens when I die.

Where is grandma?

Why did I have to eat the broken cookie? Why? Why?
Who gets the not-broken cookie?

It's impossible. It's inevitable. There isn't any other way.

I can't trust anybody. They lied to me about Santa Clause. They lied to me about the tooth fairy. They lie about everything. They lied to me about the God character. They even threatened to abandon me to the those big people that carry guns (the police).

Maybe I'm just dreaming and this is a nightmare. But what if this is really all there is?

About God

They say I'm supposed to love God. But God kills people and makes life miserable for those he doesn't kill, except for the rich bastards. I think he probably tricks them too just like he tricks everybody else. And he abandons anybody who breaks the rules. He throws them into a pit of fire to burn forever. And I'm told to love him? That's about the dumbest thing I ever heard.

Why does he (God) give everything to the rich bastard who are mean to daddy? He (God) must hate us. What did daddy or mommy do that was so bad? And what did I ever do that was so bad? Apparently God only cares about himself.

Maybe if I hide good, and if I grow up before he catches me, I'll kill God when I get bigger. Maybe that's why he hides, because people would kill him if he showed up.

I see big people bowing down and begging for mercy from this rich bastard who lives in the sky. I've never seen that rich bastard. Maybe if I hide, he'll come out and I can get a peak at him. Do you suppose I could kill him or make his life miserable? Why is he so mean to everybody. I'm really pissed, so the first chance I get, I'll hurt him back and maybe he'll stop being so mean.

He's got this nice place called heaven hidden some place, or so he says he has. Nobody's seen it so nobody knows for sure. It's probably just another lie. What do I do now?

He treats everybody bad except the rich bastards. Why is that? What makes them special.

What's wrong with me? I must have done something terrible. Why else would I get banished to the crust of the Earth and stuck in this weird, angry family.

Almost every Sunday morning, Mom and Dad take me to this big building with a big tall thing on the roof. They call it a steeple but I don't know what it's for. I'm told there's a big bell in there, but I've never seen it. I've heard it so it must be there.

Inside, there are some pretty pictures and some ugly picture of this poor guy named Jesus who got murdered. There are lots of other people there. They are all dressed up and clean like they are supposed to meet someone important. They're all there to see this super-important person they call God. But he (God) never shows up. There's a man up front in a long fancy clothes. I think his job is to beg God for favors. But God is silent. God doesn't show up. I wonder, "Why not?" They say we are in God's house. I wonder if God slips out the back door cause all these ordinary folks are coming into his house. I think we were invited to come, but I'm not sure.

They burn this horrible smelling stuff there called incense. It stinks so bad I can hardly stand it. But they won't let me leave and they force me to go there almost every week. I hate it!

I've seen this person in the fancy clothes when he's not up front in God's house. He wears black clothes and a white thing around his neck. People call him Father. That's like daddy, but different. The big people say he knows God. God is that rich bastard who lives in the sky. People ask God for help. He (the man in the black clothes) say's he prays for people. I don't really know what that means. I think it means that he'll talk to God and ask him (God) to be kind.

I don't understand why he (the man in black) does that? Praying doesn't work when the big people in my family do it. Maybe he (the man in black) has a special connection to God. He lives in the house next door to God's house. Maybe he talks to God when the rest of us aren't around.

Maybe if I came to God's house on Tuesday morning, and snuck in an open window, I might catch God at home. But then, he (God) has houses all over town so I don't think that would work. And he even has houses in the town where Grandma lives.

When folks talk about God, they point up into the sky. If he lives in the sky, I wonder why he needs all those houses.

Is There Any Way to Get Out of Here?

Now that I am a rational, reasonably intelligent adult, how do I fix, transform, or re-create my life?

What is the way out of here?

The God I was told about as a child is not really God. It's a con artist pretending to be God.

Is the God of Theta Healing real or is "Creator" just another set up of still another con artist? How do I know the difference?

Then what and where is the real God and how do I get Him/Her/It "on my side." What if there aren't any sides? What if there is just a set of rules?

If the evidence I see is real, then how do I use the laws and rules correctly. I'm told that the best way is to not fix anything. Instead I just ask Creator to re-create it.

I "see" where I am. I "see" where I choose to be. How do I get there?

What if I got rid of all those beliefs I learned as a very young child? Is that the real answer? I thought I got rid of them, but they appear to be still here. What's missing? Am I doing something wrong.

Perhaps I really did get rid of that old "stuff" and what's coming up now is simply a variation of what I already got rid of. What will happen when I get rid of what's coming up now? Will that end the cycle, or will it pop up again as still another variation of the same old shit.

Do I really have any choice? Who or what is really in charge of my life? How do I know what's real and what's just a belief about reality?

Can I be rich and not be a bastard?

If someone wants to kill me, how do I respond to them?

If I encounter someone who is hurting someone else, how do I respond?

If someone wants to force me to live by their rules, how do I respond?

If someone is producing irreversible damage to something that belongs to all humans, how do I respond?