BYE-BYE BARFLY

BY LISA RHYNE

When it comes to “reality” people have very strong opinions and perceptions about what their reality is and is not as well as what is possible. Most are firmly anchored in one version (or dimension) of reality and spend their entire life believing their theory. I’ll get more into parallel worlds and the multiverse in Book 2, Walking Between Worlds. Right now I want to tell you about a late night in Georgia.

This story is about altering my reality and switching to another parallel universe. What makes it noteworthy is that I did it all in front of a witness and brought him with me as well as involving 5 random strangers. Having played with the multiverse many times all throughout my life, I’ve used this with much more frequency over the last ten years. This was a first because of all the other people involved. I must admit I happily surprised myself with this one and unfortunately shocked my boyfriend as this was a reality game changer for him.

We were in a Macon, Georgia hotel on vacation. Our room was on the ground floor at the front near the restaurant/bar and main parking lot. That night when the bar closed at around three in the morning, a very loud group of drunk women exited the bar. We were awakened to the sounds of their high heels clonking like Clydesdales along the sidewalk mixed with their laughter and trash talking the dudes from the bar. Yes, they were talking loud enough to hear what they were saying.

They then stopped right outside our room. We could only see 5 silhouettes on the window (so I believe there were only 5 of them). They were still having way too much fun as they stumbled around loudly laughing and chatting like crazy happy drunks will do at that time of night/morning. They’d come to a full stop by our window and simply weren’t shutting up or leaving. Just my luck!

After about 15 minutes of this, extremely annoyed I looked over at my equally annoyed boyfriend and said, “They’ve got about sixty-seconds to move on…or else!” This made him understandably nervous because he thought I meant that I was actually going to get out of bed and take on all these obnoxious crazy drunk chicks by myself. That is certainly not what I meant — not by a long shot.

They still weren’t moving along or shutting up so I decided to take matters into my own hands (so to speak). Still in bed, I firmly stated, “That’s it!” I raised both of my hands up in front of me as I scanned for what I was searching for, made the connection then with a slight flick of my right hand I completed my process. This physical hand gesture wasn’t necessary (talking and gesturing actually slows my process down) but was more for his benefit to be able to see an action and the subsequent immediate consequence of that action. There was instantaneous silence and no more shadows on the window.

After a few seconds of silence my boyfriend urgently asked, “What just happened?” A tiny bit surprised with myself, I calmly stated, “They are gone!”  “Gone?”  “Yep, gone!”

He jumped out of bed and ran to the window searching for people. I said, “They are gone.” He then opened the door to get a better view of the entire parking lot and surrounding area. After several minutes he turned to me with a very shocked look on his face and said, “There’s no one out there! They’re gone.” I smiled and said, “I know. I believe I just said that repeatedly.”

After a few more minutes, he finally closed the door then slowly climbed back into bed. He kept asking what really happened. Quite pleased (and still a little surprised), I said, “One of two things: 1) I sent them into a parallel universe where we aren’t or; 2) I sent us to a parallel universe where they aren’t. Either way, they aren’t with us any more.” He was deadly silent as he struggled to fully grasp what I just said and what had just happened not only to them but to him.

After quite a while of silently contemplating this, he timidly asked me again to please explain. Exhausted, I was slightly annoyed as I asked him, “Did you hear them walk away in their crazy loud shoes? Did you hear any car keys jingling? Did you hear any car doors open, close or hear engines start up or cars pull up or drive away? NO! Because none of that happened. It went from loud to silent in a split second. The silhouettes on the window disappeared because they are no longer here. They’re gone!”

After several more awkward minutes of silence he finally mustered up the courage to ask what he really wanted to ask me. He timidly squeaked out, “You won’t do that to me, will you?” I did my best not to laugh out loud. Feeling even more sassy than usual, I dramatically glanced over, and looking him straight in the eye I slowly said, “Not if you behave!” Then there was a very long pause as I stared at him trying to grasp all that had transpired. I said, “Good night!” and rolled over to go to sleep. Funny, he didn’t really sleep much that night.

Now, what happened to those women? How does it go from a loud crowd to silence in a time that’s too short for anyone to walk anywhere? How do you explain no footsteps, no car doors, no calls to be picked up, no keys jingling, no engines starting and no cars driving up or driving away? At the very instant I did what I did it went completely silent and the space where they were standing was completely empty. Can I prove they were zapped into a parallel universe? Can you prove they weren’t?

I clearly and strongly set my intention and saw my desired outcome very clearly in my mind before it happened. And it played out exactly as I intended. Obviously, it is not wise to write the exact directions on how to do this sort of thing as you never know who will use it for what purposes.

I will just say that I’ve successfully done it many times since and I know others that work with parallel dimensions and other realities as well. So it is not something specific only to me. Everything in this book has been done by many across time before I ever experienced any of it. All of this is a part of our humanity and evolution.

~ THE END ~

Here is one of the many true stories from my book, Journey of a Dream Master.  It is actually one of my very favorites and deals with the cosmic web of the multiverse. (I also tell it when people ask me why I’m single.)  

When you LIVE a magical life…most regular people are simply and completely unprepared for supernatural things to happen.

The sad irony is…and I could be wrong but I believe everyone has something in them that wants “magic” to be “real.” Yet when something magical actually happens, it blows their minds to the point they deny what happened because it is simply too much and too hard to process and accept.

Think about it. If magic is real and other people are living it and you are not…then that is just too sad for most people to process. So they miss out on all the fun. And that truly is sad to me. 

I wish everyone could experience the mystical and magical. But that is not in everyone’s belief system or on their to do list. Hey, live and let live! 

Hope you enjoy the story.  For more stories, please buy the book (available on Amazon). 

In Love, Laughter & Light ~ Lisa Rhyne

 

Lisa Rhyne

 

the story behind the story of “JOURNEY OF A DREAM MASTER”
BY LISA RHYNE 

 

On the 3rd anniversary of my writing/editing/self-publishing my book, “Journey of a Dream Master: The Dream Masters – Book 1,” I want to share some of my thoughts and insights about this journey as most have no idea about any of what follows because it has never been publicly revealed until now. Certain family, friends and peers know but I wanted to share it here with anyone else that may be interested.

 

As those who know me will attest, I tend to never ask for help and feel “the show must go on” so I struggle and persevere in silence as not to be a burden to anyone. I went from being labeled by medical “experts” as “permanently disabled” to writing, editing and publishing my first book in 2016. Not too shabby!

 

There is a very good reason for the way my book was written – including the errors. The traumatic brain injury and stroke (resulting in crippling migraines and massive doses of heavy medications – including Dilaudid), is reflected in the official trial deposition taken in late 2013 reflects what my life had become as it was incoherent (word salad), full of unfinished sentences, blanks, and complete whiteouts where I lost my train of thought and couldn’t talk or think straight (my brain was severely scrambled & heavily drugged).

 

Between October 2008 and 2014, I spent the majority of my time in bed, hospitals, emergency rooms, and doctor’s offices as well as a lot of time working with my traditional Shamans and “healer” friends all over the world. I couldn’t always work a regular job, drive or even do many basic things I used to take for granted. Sometimes I couldn’t finish basic sentences let alone compose stories for a book. I still struggle and my words are jumbled sometimes (so you may see typos on this website!). But I pushed on, wrote when I could and have healed far beyond all their expectations. (And as you know from my book, I truly love proving the White Coats wrong!)

So, today while reflecting on my birthday and my hopes for this next year, I thought I’d share some background as well as my top 3 reasons for writing this trilogy:

 

1.) I LOVE STORYTELLING

Humans have always been storytellers and I’m no exception. Stories transport us, teach us, entertain us and transform us in many ways on many levels. I love great stories! I am and always have been a storyteller who enjoys sharing stories with all who are interested.

 

2.) TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE

I set out to write authentically about my life, my truths, experiences, as well as pose some of my many random questions and ideas. The few editors and publishers I initially consulted and shared some of my content with all wanted me to change vital elements and delete certain stories because of their B.S. (Belief Systems). They’re uninitiated in the supernatural / metaphysical / mystical / paranormal / whatever-you-want-to-call-it. They couldn’t understand or accept certain things. I don’t judge them as they’re on their own journeys. I’m on my “Journey of a Dream Master” and they’re on their “Journey of an Editor (or whatever)”. I was not willing to lie or downplay my life or sacrifice my integrity because of someone else’s limited beliefs and inexperience. I was going to write it my way or not at all – perfect spelling and grammar be damned! Finished is better than perfect. So that is exactly what I did.

 

3.) TO PROVE ONLY TO MYSELF THAT I COULD

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I did not believe ANYONE would ever buy or read my book. Seriously, why in the world would anyone care about me and my experiences? I wrote it only for myself to prove I could and to leave some sort of record of my little life. Then I made it available just in case anyone else wanted or needed to read what’s in it. All the wonderful reviews, fan photos, interviews and private messages have just been…far beyond words. It has been surprising, utterly amazing, humbling, and extremely gratifying. Thank you all for your love and support.



SOME RELEVANT HEALTH BACKGROUND
:

Several “medical experts/specialists” mutually agreed (after a tremendously staggering amount of due diligence over a few years in a lawsuit) that I would be permanently disabled and never be able to do work as a paralegal or creative writer ever again. (Which is the same as telling me I can’t do something…which, of course, means I’m gonna do it.)

 

As a point of interest, I wanted to share just a few bits from one of those many doctors involved with my care after the accident. He and all the other doctors came to the same final conclusion at the end. Below is a small portion of his 79-page deposition. There is a lot more but this is enough to give you some small idea what I went (and still am going) through and how far I’ve come.

 

Q. Can you review for the jury what your exam consisted of and what your findings were.

 

A. Well, I noted that her blood pressure was 218 over 134 on that day, which is quite high. Her highest recorded blood pressure (on more than one occasion) was 229 over 196.

 

She had suffered a closed head injury followed by the development of post traumatic migraine which became severe, frequent, and disabling.

 

She also developed hypertensive urgency from autonomic dysfunction I felt resulting from her head trauma. And I thought this was the result of dysregulation of her bilateral orbital frontal cortex which is an area which promotes parasympathetic activity and inhibits sympathetic activity. This dysregulation causes a cortically provoked release of adrenomedullary catecholamines, epinephrine and norepinephrine.

 

What that essentially means is that there’s an area of the brain that I felt sustained trauma, and it’s called the orbital frontal cortex. It was a sufficient enough blow to cause a malfunction of that region of the brain. And it has dual action, that orbital frontal cortex; it promotes parasympathetic activity which tends to slow the heart rate and lower the blood pressure and inhibits sympathetic activity. And sympathetic activity, if you don’t inhibit it, causes an increased release of catecholamines which are substances like epinephrine and norepinephrine released by the adrenal gland, and causing surges in blood pressure.

 

The American Medical Association committee person has a certain percentage impairment rating, it’s based on certain criteria that are listed in the AMA Guides For Permanent Impairment.

 

And the one that we use now is the AMA Guides To Permanent Impairment, Sixth Edition, which has been in use since January of 2008.

 

I felt that she had the maximum. Her headaches were so frequent, so disabling that she qualified for the maximum allowable impairment by the AMA Guides, Sixth Edition, for migraine headache which would have been 5 percent.

 

Q. Her diagnosis that you’ve made definitively is that she has migraines; right?

 

A. She does have migraines, yes. Migraines that are disabling. And it’s not just me. You know, Dr. #9 [NOTE: there were 12 doctors/specialists and they were simply numbered #1-12] had seen her as well, and he prepared a report, and found that her pain disability questionnaire score was 113 which places her, based on the AMA Guides To Permanent Impairment, Sixth Edition, placed her in the severe impairment due to migraine.

 

Q. I understand that you believe she may qualify for an additional impairment as well?

 

A. I do.

 

Q. Will Ms. Rhyne require future medical treatment as a result of the injuries she received?

 

A. Yes, she will – for the rest of her life.

 

Q. Do you believe that Ms. Rhyne has limitations related to her job as a result of the migraines?

 

A. Yes. Whenever she experiences a disabling migraine, she’s unable to function that day. In my medical and expert opinion, she is permanently disabled as a result of the accident and will, in all likelihood, never be able to resume working in her area of expertise which, to my understanding, is as a paralegal and creative writer.


I actually became friends with my cardiologist. Interestingly, after the lawsuit was completed (which I won!), on my last visit with him I thanked him for all his help, smiled, looked him square in the eye and told him in no uncertain terms, “Thank you for all you’ve done for me. I appreciate your help and expert opinion submitted in the case…but you do not know me and I am going to be just fine.” He really took that in and after seeing how congruent I was with what I’d just said, there was a long pause then he smiled and said, “I believe you!”

 

I think the reason he believed me is because I was truly was completely congruent with what I was saying; and, earlier during my final evaluation, he’d compared all the tests, scans, images, etc. that he had personally performed from start to finish.

 

As he reviewed everything, a bit astonished, he said my heart had become more than double the normal size over the course of the treatments from 2008-2014 (due to the extreme high blood pressure basically building up that muscle – it went from normal to being like an Arnold Schwarzenegger of hearts).

 

He said that hearts “do not return to normal without some signs/scars of the trauma” but mine had not only returned to “normal” but there was no indication whatsoever of any trauma. He was completely baffled and said that if he hadn’t done all the tests himself and kept his records there at his office, he would swear someone has switched the results because it looks like results for 2 completely different people. As soon as I published my book, I made sure he knew so he could see what other “impossible” things I like to play with.

 

Geeze, this almost turned into a book itself rather than a brief birthday post! I just wanted to share the importance and significance of what my little book means in my continuing Journey of a Dream Master. Thank you so much for all the love. Thank you for buying, reading, reviewing my book as well as sharing your photos and stories with me. I’m looking forward to publishing and producing more of my projects as well as looking forward to getting out more and seeing you soon!!

 

Love, Laughter & Light ~ Lisa

On the 3rd anniversary of the publishing JDM, I shared “the story behind the story” of “Journey of a Dream Master” and I wanted to share it here as well.

I had to self-publish because every publisher and editor I spoke with couldn’t believe the all the stories and wanted me to heavily edit all the “crazy supernatural stuff” out. These are TRUE stories! So I simply published it myself rather than try to make them comfortable. Their limitations are not my concern.

lisa rhyne

Founder of The Dream Masters

THE LITTLE SOUL AND THE SUN

 by Neale Donald Walsch

Once upon no time, there was a little Soul who said to God, “I know who I am.”

And God said, “That’s wonderful! Who are you?”

And the Little Soul shouted, “I’m the Light!”

God smiled a big smile. “That’s right!” God exclaimed. “You are the Light.”

The Little Soul was so happy, for it had figured out what all the souls in the Kingdom were there to figure out.

“Wow,” said the Little Soul, “this is really cool!”

But soon, knowing who it was was not enough. The Little Soul felt stirrings inside, and now wanted to be who it was. And so the Little Soul went back to God (which is not a bad idea for all souls who want to be Who They Really Are) and said,

“Hi, God! Now that I know Who I am, is it okay for me to be it?”

And God said, “You mean you want to be Who You Already Are?”

“Well,” replied the Little Soul,” it’s one thing to know Who I Am, and another thing altogether to actually be it. I want to feel what it’s like to be the Light!”

“But you already are the Light,” God repeated, smiling again.

“Yes, but I want to see what that feels like!” cried the Little Soul.

“Well,” said God with a chuckle, “I suppose I should have known. You always were the adventuresome one.”

Then God’s expression changed. “There’s only one thing…”

“What?” asked the Little Soul.

“Well, there is nothing else but the Light. You see, I created nothing but what you are; and so, there is no easy way for you to experience yourself as Who You Are, since there is nothing that you are not.”

“Huh?” said the Little Soul, who was now a little confused.

“Think of it this way,” said God. “You are like a candle in the Sun. Oh, you’re there all right. Along with a million, gazillion other candles who make up the Sun. And the sun would not be the Sun without you. Nay, it would be a sun without one of its candles…and that would not be the Sun at all; for it would not shine as brightly. Yet, how to know yourself as the Light when you are amidst the Light -that is the question.”

“Well,” the Little Soul perked up, “you’re God. Think of something!”

Once more God smiled. “I already have,” God said. “Since you cannot see yourself as the Light when you are in the Light, we’ll surround you with darkness.”

“What’s darkness?” the Little Soul asked.

God replied, “It is that which you are not.”

“Will I be afraid of the dark?” cried the Little Soul.

“Only if you choose to be,” God answered. “There is nothing, really, to be afraid of, unless you decide that there is. You see, we are making it all up. We are pretending.”

“Oh,” said the Little Soul, and felt better already.

Then God explained that, in order to experience anything at all, the exact opposite of it will appear. “It is a great gift,” God said, “because without it, you could not know what anything is like. You could not know Warm without Cold, Up without Down, Fast without Slow. You could not know Left without Right, Here without There, Now without Then.”

“And so,” God concluded, “when you are surrounded with darkness, do not shake your fist and raise your voice and curse the darkness. Rather be a Light unto the darkness, and don’t be mad about it. Then you will know Who You Really Are, and all others will know, too. Let your Light shine so that everyone will know how special you are!”

“You mean it’s okay to let others see how special I am?” asked the Little Soul.

“Of course!” God chuckled. “It’s very okay! But remember,’special’ does not mean ‘better.’ Everybody is special, each in their own way! Yet many others have forgotten that. They will see that it is okay for them to be special only when you see that it is okay for you to be special.”

“Wow,” said the Little Soul, dancing and skipping and laughing and jumping with joy. “I can be as special as I want to be!”

“Yes, and you can start right now,” said God, who was dancing and skipping and laughing right along with the Little Soul.

“What part of special do you want to be?”

“What part of special?” the Little Soul repeated. “I don’t understand.”

“Well,” God explained, “being the Light is being special, and being special has a lot of parts to it. It is special to be kind. It is special to be gentle. It is special to be creative. It is special to be patient. Can you think of any other ways it is special to be?”

The Little Soul sat quietly for a moment. “I can think of lots of ways to be special!” the Little Soul then exclaimed. “It is special to be helpful. It is special to be sharing. It is special to be friendly. It is special to be considerate of others!”

“Yes!” God agreed, “and you can be all of those things, or any part of special you wish to be, at any moment. That’s what it means to be the Light.”

“I know what I want to be, I know what I want to be!” the Little Soul announced with great excitement. “I want to be the part of special called ‘forgiving’. Isn’t it special to be forgiving?”

“Oh, yes,” God assured the Little Soul. “That is very special.”

“Okay,” said the Little Soul. “That’s what I want to be. I want to be forgiving. I want to experience myself as that.”

“Good,” said God, “but there’s one thing you should know.”

The Little Soul was becoming a bit impatient now. It always seemed as though there were some complication.

“What is it?” the Little Soul sighed.

“There is no one to forgive.”

“No one?” The Little Soul could hardly believe what had been said.

“No one!” God repeated. “Everything I have made is perfect. There is not a single soul in all creation less perfect than you. Look around you.”

It was then that the Little Soul realized a large crowd had gathered. Souls had come from far and wide ~ from all over the Kingdom ~ for the word had gone forth that the Little Soul was having this extraordinary conversation with God, and everyone wanted to hear what they were saying. Looking at the countless other souls gathered there, the Little Soul had to agree. None appeared less wonderful, less magnificent, or less perfect than the Little Soul itself. Such was the wonder of the souls gathered around, and so bright was their Light, that the Little Soul could scarcely gaze upon them.

“Who, then, to forgive?” asked God.

“Boy, this is going to be no fun at all!” grumbled the Little Soul. “I wanted to experience myself as One Who Forgives. I wanted to know what that part of special felt like.”

And the Little Soul learned what it must feel like to be sad. But just then a Friendly Soul stepped forward from the crowd.

“Not to worry, Little Soul,” the Friendly Soul said, “I will help you.”

“You will?” the Little Soul brightened. “But what can you do?”

“Why, I can give you someone to forgive!”

“You can?”

“Certainly!” chirped the Friendly Soul. “I can come into your next lifetime and do something for you to forgive.”

“But why? Why would you do that?” the Little Soul asked. “You, who are a Being of such utter perfection! You, who vibrate with such a speed that it creates a Light so bright that I can hardly gaze upon you! What could cause you to want to slow down your vibration to such a speed that your bright Light would become dark and dense? What could cause you ~ who are so light that you dance upon the stars and move through the Kingdom with the speed of your thought–to come into my life and make yourself so heavy that you could do this bad thing?”

“Simple,” the Friendly Soul said. “I would do it because I love you.”

The Little Soul seemed surprised at the answer.

“Don’t be so amazed,” said the Friendly Soul, “you have done the same thing for me. Don’t you remember? Oh, we have danced together, you and I, many times. Through the eons and across all the ages have we danced. Across all time and in many places have we played together. You just don’t remember.”

“We have both been All Of It. We have been the Up and the Down of it, the Left and the Right of it. We have been the Here and the There of it, the Now and the Then of it. We have been the male and the female, the good and the bad; we have both been the victim and the villain of it.”

“Thus have we come together, you and I, many times before; each bringing to the other the exact and perfect opportunity to Express and to Experience Who We Really Are. And so,” the Friendly Soul explained further, “I will come into your next lifetime and be the ‘bad one’ this time. I will do something really terrible, and then you can experience yourself as the One Who Forgives.

“But what will you do?” the Little Soul asked, just a little nervously, “that will be so terrible?”

“Oh,” replied the Friendly Soul with a twinkle, “we’ll think of something.”

Then the Friendly Soul seemed to turn serious, and said in a quiet voice, “You are right about one thing, you know.”

“What is that?” the Little Soul wanted to know.

“I will have to slow down my vibration and become very heavy to do this not-so-nice thing. I will have to pretend to be something very unlike myself. And so, I have but one favour to ask of you in return.”

“Oh, anything, anything!” cried the Little Soul, and began to dance and sing, “I get to be forgiving, I get to be forgiving!”

Then the Little Soul saw that the Friendly Soul was remaining very quiet.

“What is it?” the Little Soul asked. “What can I do for you? You are such an angel to be willing to do this for me!”

“Of course this Friendly Soul is an angel!” God interrupted. “Everyone is! Always remember: I have sent you nothing but angels.”

And so the Little Soul wanted more than ever to grant the Friendly Soul’s request. “What can I do for you?” the Little Soul asked again.

“In the moment that I strike you and smite you,” the Friendly Soul replied, “in the moment that I do the worst to you that you could possible imagine ~ in that very moment…”

“Yes?” the Little Soul interrupted, “yes…?””Remember Who I Really Am.”

“Oh, I will!” cried the Little Soul, “I promise! I will always remember you as I see you right here, right now!”

“Good,” said the Friendly Soul, “because, you see, I will have been pretending so hard, I will have forgotten myself. And if you do not remember me as I really am, I may not be able to remember for a very long time. And if I forget Who I Am, you may even forget Who You Are, and we will both be lost. Then we will need another soul to come along and remind us both of Who We Are.”

“No, we won’t!” the Little Soul promised again. “I will remember you! And I will thank you for bringing me this gift ~ the chance to experience myself as Who I Am.

“And so, the agreement was made. And the Little Soul went forth into a new lifetime, excited to be the Light, which was very special, and excited to be that part of special called Forgiveness.

And the Little Soul waited anxiously to be able to experience itself as Forgiveness, and to thank whatever other soul made it possible. And at all the moments in that new lifetime, whenever a new soul appeared on the scene, whether that new soul brought joy or sadness–and especially if it brought sadness–the Little Soul thought of what God had said.

“Always remember,” God had smiled, “I have sent you nothing but angels.”

by Neale Donald Walsch

I wanted to share this story by Neale Donald Walsch. It is a favorite of mine because it is a children’s parable that gives us such a beautiful and powerful lesson. 

Whenever I find myself or a client getting caught up in what other people are doing, I come back to this story.

We never truly know what another Soul has agreed to or wants to experience. So for us to project our beliefs, values, morals, judgements, personal preferences and choices onto another is never a healthy, productive or loving thing for us or them. It is a waste of time and energy that usually causes more harm than good.

I have a few techniques for clients to practice being in the moment and mindful. 

It is a matter of breaking habits and reprogramming yourself. My hope is you will keep this little short story in mind if you find yourself getting stressed out and wound up over things that are outside of you and your control which actually could be things presenting themselves to you right now because you made an agreement a long time ago somewhere far far away with another little Soul who loves you so much that they agreed to help you to experience what you’ve now forgotten you asked for in the here and now.  It certainly is an interesting idea to ponder. 

In Love, Laughter & Light ~ Lisa Rhyne

 

Lisa Rhyne