The Best Years of Your Life… Now!

If you could go back in time — time travel — and talk to yourself  when you were a child — would you do it? What would you say?

I was listening to a radio show last night.  The guest was speculating on time travel.  When he was asked the question about going back in time — he answered with several well known moments in history he would like to witness first-hand.

As I listened to his answers,  my mind drifted off to certain incidents in my childhood.

I wish I could go back and “be there” for the support and encouragement I never had… How differently my life would have turned out if I had someone who would have offered common sense advice and emotional support.

Of course, you  can’t go back in time and change what has already taken place.

What you’ve gone through during the course of your life is responsible for who you are now and the life you’re living.

With that in mind, I wouldn’t want to change anything I’ve been through — because I don’t want to jeopardize the future good —  I’m experiencing at this point in my life.

What about the child inside you that could have benefited from some kindness “back in the day”?

You have the ability to  provide the child inside you with the support and understanding he or she never had all those years ago.

It’s possible for you to actually have a conversation with the child inside —  who may still be locked into the trauma of some moment long ago in the past.

There are several techniques useful for this purpose.

Without going into detail here in the limited space of this posting — you can lift the trauma and emotional intensity of a past situation — thereby lifting the “burden” which has been carried forward in time from the past. A burden that still survives just below “the radar” of your day-to-day life — and may still play a role in the decisions you make and the reactions you have.

In “The Intentional Prosperity™ System we provide seven different techniques that can be used individually or in combination  to dissolve the “emotional ghosts” of the past.

The important thing is that you can give the much needed love and support to the child inside you — because that child is still a part of you no matter how old you are.

How nice it would have been for someone to have said to me: “Don’t worry Bobby, you’re going to have a fantastic life”.

Did you hear that kiddo? 

All your dreams have come true!  All the crap you had to go through made you a better man.

-Bob Baran

I discovered a miracle pain buster.

I’ve been on my back for the last three weeks with a torn meniscus (I hope I spelled that right) in my right knee. Talk about pain! I didn’t know that every part of my body was connected to my knee!

What happened was I had reached a point where I maxed out my Doctor’s prescribed dose of painkiller and nothing was happening. No relief, just a constant chronic pain that was so severe it was overriding everything.

I was completely out of ideas. Massaging didn’t work. Meditating didn’t work. Shifting my attention didn’t work. It was as if this pain had a voice of it’s own and it was yelling so loud that nothing could silence it.

Then I clearly heard a voice in my head.

The voice said “The Life on Mars”

That was an album I released in 2004. Quantum consciousness music–space music, that for a lack of a better description–I channeled. In other words, I didn’t know what the first note was going to be or the last until I finished each piece on the album.

“The Life on Mars–through your headphones!”

Was the complete message from the voice. This is the crazy part: Along with the message I had a vision of my headphones with the ear cups around my knee!

I didn’t care if it was crazy, I was at my wit’s end. I needed relief.

As God is my witness, within three seconds of putting those headphones on my knee with “The Life on Mars” playing through them–THE PAIN WENT AWAY!

THAT’S RIGHT, THE PAIN WENT AWAY!

I was astonished. Gwen was astonished. I knew “The Life on Mars” was not like any other kind of music. It was done in my unique original composing and performing style that garnered our record label the registered trademark: Escape Music® “for a unique and original style of music” from the U.S.P.T.O.–look it up.

Something was going on with the frequencies, tonalities, harmonic structure and pacing of the music that was directly affecting (and disrupting) the pain. It was the very cells of my body, not my ears, that were hearing or feeling these vibrations and reacting to them.

I went from excruciating unrelenting pain to zero in a matter of seconds.

I’m on to something here and I wanted to let you know about it. I’d be glad to share further details with you if you’re interested. I’ve had the chance to do a lot of experimenting with this phenomenon over the last couple of weeks using multiple headphones, etc.

This pain buster isn’t a fluke. It’s a duplicatable process with repeatable results.

More to come on the pain buster…

-Bob Baran

For some reason “Boogieman” popped into my mind today.

I was thinking back, way back into my childhood in Detroit. Trying to remember the earliest cautionary, well in this case, outright terror tactic my parents used in order to control me.

It was the Boogieman!

It went like this: If I didn’t get to sleep by 8:00 pm (hey I was four years old) I could become prey to the Boogieman! You see, if you were asleep, you were safe. If you stayed in bed you’re safe. Under the covers … safe!

Once the clock struck eight, the Boogieman would start roaming the alleys of Detroit, looking in windows and if you weren’t asleep or doing a lame job of pretending, he would “get you”. The “get you” part was left undefined. So was exactly what the Boogieman was and looked like. I didn’t know if he was a man, a ghost or what…

This fear was reinforced by every responsible adult in my life.

So why wouldn’t I believe the Boogieman was real …and of course I was terrified that he would get me! So, when night came I was under my covers… usually wide awake!

In my small bedroom there was a window at the head of my bed. This was back in the 1950′s and we had venetian blinds. You could pull on a string and the blinds would swivel to open or close. Normally they were always closed at night… except for this one particular night.

I didn’t notice it until my Mother had left the room after tucking me in.

They were open! Oh, no! Only a thin piece of glass between me and you know who. I was petrified. Hiding under the covers didn’t seem real secure. After all he could be right behind my head looking down into my bed. Finally, I couldn’t stand it! So I made a plan:

Laying in my pillow looking back toward my left, I could see the string I was supposed to pull. My plan was to jump up in bed, grab the string and shut the blinds in one rapid movement …so I waited until the right moment and leapt out of bed and grabbed the for the string as I looked out the window.

That’s when I saw two eyes, wide open eyes, staring back at me from outside!

As I pulled the string and shut the blinds I began screaming hysterically!!

“He’s here, the Boogieman is here”!

My Mother and Father were absolutely shocked by the full-on screaming and ran into the room. They saw I was truly frightened and beside myself. I keep yelling “Boogieman!, Boogieman! outside the window! I saw him. I was closing the blinds and I saw him!!

“Ted you better check!”, my Mom said to my Dad. Her Motherly instincts told her something was wrong. My Dad who was a fearless Army Captain in WWII was outside in a flash. In a few seconds I could hear him tapping on the window and calling my Mothers name. She opened the blinds and he told her there was no one out there…

He came back in the house and after awhile I calmed down.

A few minutes before I fell off to sleep I could hear them talking in the kitchen in very subdued tones. I remember hearing my Dad say: “There were footprints in the snow and the back gate, to the alley, was open wide”…

“What?” was all I remember my Mom saying as I pulled the cover over my head.

Can you imagine how that almost forgotten childhood experience has probably resonated it’s emotional flavor in many of my life’s situations? Without me realizing it?

By the way, the next day I learned a new word: Prowler.

-Bob Baran

Have you ever heard that you are, “too much”?

What did they mean, this person who judged you? Were you happy and exuberant? Did you offer more than they could handle? Maybe the problem wasn’t that you are too much, but that just by being yourself, you made them feel “too little”.

There are so many people on the planet today, over 6 Billion! I find it sad that with so many possibilities, some still allow themselves to be in situations that don’t fit… Never will fit… And are a cause of discomfort to all parties involved.

Say, someone tells you that you are “too much”. What can you do? Consider the source…

Is this someone you truly admire? Have they accomplished anything of significance in their life? Are they someone you would want to be like? If not, then perhaps this is not a person that is contributing anything to your life. It’s time to move on… Your passion for life is not being well received!

Anyone who has ever been “too much”, is a person who is in the wrong place at the wrong time. Given a different set of circumstances, you would be perfect! When you find your place and time, you will never be “too much” again.

To you being yourself…

- Gwen Baran

No matter how crazy our world gets, there is hope. Everything always works out for the best. Even if it doesn’t look exactly the way we thought it should turn out.

I know, tell that to the people who were in the two towers. Tell it to the one’s who were left behind. I don’t have a pollyanna response to that. It was a horrific event. I know people who were there. I know people who should have been in the towers that day, but they weren’t. There is hope.

Sure, September 11th, 2001 seems like a long time ago, however, it defines our world. There is USA pre 9-11 and post 9-11. The fear, terror and unbelievable horror occupied our minds for weeks, months and for some even longer. Lives were shattered in a way that hadn’t happened before in our history.

As a country, we have moved on. We had to. Hope is what keeps us going. Hope that we can rebuild our lives… And most of us can and do.

Right now another country is facing horror on an even greater scale. One created by nature. The earthquake in China has taken many lives and shattered homes and villages. When you hear the reports coming out of the area, they still contain hope. A man rescued 139 hours after the quake, 2 women pulled out alive after being buried for almost 7 days.

There is always hope. It is part of our human nature.

Wherever this post finds you, I wish you hope.

- Gwen Baran