My daughter Taylor is nine. Her entire life she has been very anxious. Frightens easily. She reminds me off a scaredy-cat. Since she was an infant she has always been on edge. When I held her she would have her arm extended out up in the air - rigid. Her entire body was always tight and stiff. It has always been difficult to get her body to be limp and relaxed. She is very muscular and lean.
Shortly after we moved into our home that we built, Taylor was three-and-a-half , she has been very difficult to put to sleep. She always sleeps away from the door of her bedroom - pertrified, currently she sleeps with a pillow standing propped up creating a cave like affect. Not long after we moved in she frantically explained that there is a carrot man in the door. Then later, she explained that the reason why she called him carrot man is because his shadow and silouette were shaped like a carrot. She said that he was not bad and very nice and his name was Brownie. At the time she was not capable of naming any of her dolls a name that was this clever. The names were Shaleelee and Shlala, etc. She told me Brownie and her came and looked at me while I was sleeping. He told her that he loved me very much and that I was a good mother. In time, she never brought up this man who visits her at night. I had asked her about him over the years and she has stated that he lived in Mexico and had a wife, a dog named Pele' (sp) and cat named Penny. Recently, when asked she said she made it all up and seems very confused by the subject. I can definitely rule out anyone else in the home that was coming into her room.
What is so disturbing about Taylor's behavior, is that she moves through the house on edge - darting, racing frantically from one room to the next - completely incapable of being in a room by herself. The toilet area is the only place where she is capable of being alone, however, the process in getting her to that room is straight out of a horror film...begging and pleading with someone in the house to join her in her incredible voyage to the bathroom or any room for that matter. In a sheer, frantic sprint she will fly down the hallway. I cannot count the number of times we have collided, full-force into one another coming around corners as she is racing to her destination in the house to get a toy or pillow, etc. She screams bloody murder if you challenge her or push her to do something that she is not prepared to do.
Recently, I am piecing together threads of my own mystery of my reincarnations. I attended a seminar with Brian Weiss, author of Many Lives, Many Master and feel strongly that I need to facilitate a past life regression for Taylor. Her life is unmanageable at the delicate, fresh age of 9. I cannot stand for her to suffer another day. Can someone help me find a therapist or guide that I can take her to?
Gratefully,
Jennifer
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