Why Muscle Testing Is Your Enemy And Why You Avoid The Truth Like A Plague?
Muscle testing has been my main modality of getting answers from Source. I also get stomach lurch as a yes, nodding of my head as a yes when in a direct back and forth communication to Source, but the easiest and most straight forward way I get to decide if something is true or not, is muscle testing.
I also know that a lot of people come to my site searching for muscle testing articles, so I decided to teach my core group students, the testers, muscle testing.
Easy, I thought, we do it through a few webinars, and then I can sell our recordings, and we’ll make some money. Yummy. Not.
The plan went well until the point where the students actually needed to DO the muscle testing.
Then all hell broke loose… or better said, hell froze over. That describes what happened a lot better.
My students responded with glazed over eyes, stone faces, and long silences. One even lost their ability to understand English.
WTF, you say. No, I said that. You may know something I didn’t… but am starting to get.
As I am going over the recordings, preparing them to be sold, I am noticing something that during the webinar I could not see. I was sooooo frustrated, pretending to be compassionate and understanding, it is no wonder I didn’t catch this during the webinars.
Muscle testing, or access to the Truth about anything is a threat to your identity.
What is identity? Identity is a construct. There are many ways to poke into it, fairy tales, fables, rackets, and such, but we won’t concern ourselves with that right now.
The only aspect of identity we’ll be interested in is the one that is true for everyone, that is not individual, that the king and the pauper share alike.
Identity is like a rocking chair. It stays put, and it seems like moving, but it isn’t. It oscillates. Its design is only interested in it staying the same. Its design is interested in justifying that it isn’t going anywhere.
It’s a mighty power. Stronger than the love of a mother, often stronger than the will to live. Its center is very close to the bottom, and it always returns, even after some rocking, to being stationary and the same.
Let’s look at some examples of the resistance of the identity: I hope it will be instructional, though I don’t even hope that it will make a difference: given that only 1% of all humanity is willing to change, you are most likely not one of the 1%. But it will be interesting, so read on.
I will not use names, I will use their “identity identifier animal” instead.
Example #1: The Porcupine: she is a lovely little animal. Undisturbed she will do what she does… but anything sudden, anything exposing her, will instantly activate her self-protecting machinery: she will roll up in a neat ball. When she thinks the danger of anything confronting passes, she unrolls, and behaves as if nothing happened.During the classes she refuses to be called to the mat, refuses to be confronted, will turn off her camera, will speak away from the microphone… that is a little like as if she is crossed with an ink fish, lol.
Example #2: The deer caught in the headlight. We all know this animal: it would prefer to be killed than be discovered that she is alive. Or he… lol.Just a second before the headlight coming on he claims he wants to cross the highway, but forget about it, no way, “I am not going.” Has elements of a mule; stubborn, obstinate, and it’s all your fault.
Example #3: The Fish. Slippery, you won’t be able to pin it down, he will slime out of everything. No matter how many times he tells you how committed he is, his behavior tells you otherwise.
Example #4: The Sloth. Feels entirely unwilling to do anything right, he lowers his standards until even he can feel good about himself. His greatest accomplishment is his good figure. He will humor you because you are his ticket to what he needs but is unwilling to get himself.
Example #5: The Spider: he hides in the corner of her web waiting for fate to deliver her food. Then, when the “food” stopped showing any energy, she will sneak out “boldly” and eat it. She doesn’t want to know that she is cowardly, she just wants to be respected and acknowledged for the mad dash to the middle of her web…
I hear you, I hear you. You are asking: what animal are you, Sophie? I am the skunk. I use ‘looking threatening’ and spraying as a tool to keep a distance. I am basically afraid of intimacy, so I attack or threaten. I prefer that you hate me to being loved and touched. I will threaten you, throw you off the call… don’t come near me!
