SWEATSHIRTS AND THE SUBCONSCIOUS
That's the beauty (and also the frustration) of the subconscious it just loves patterns... Patterns, patterns, patterns. All sorts of patterns - straightforward patterns, obtuse patterns, convoluted patterns, spurious patterns, logical patterns, seemingly illogical patterns - But one thing I have yet to encounter is ‘Funny ‘ patterns, and I mean funny ha ha patterns, not funny peculiar patterns (because there are plenty of those).
So, back to the sweatshirts in the title. I thought because I am always unravelling personal patterns for people and they usually involve heavy / difficult / emotional clearing from this life and past lives, I thought I would demonstrate how the subconscious can set up patterns through something as innocuous as a sweatshirt.
So here I am eight year old me, rambling through some of the farmers fields near my Aunts riding stables when I was a kid with my brother and cousin, kids together probably doing what most kids do, having some sort of Famous Five adventure ( Harry potter in today's world), and suddenly these Bullocks start chasing us. Now, I'm only eight and with a couple of tonnes of irate beef charging at me, I legged it - and pretty quickly for an 8yr old. Just about managing to dive through a barbed wire fence.
Yesterday I was down in Wales checking out alternative venues for the Retreat I am running in February and walking down the country lane there are some Bullocks in a field - Instantly my mind throws up a picture of my red Peterborough Parachute Centre sweatshirt - The one I was wearing as an eight year old when I got chased by the Bulls. Here is a question - why the sweatshirt??? Because the very next day after being chased my Aunt told us the next time it happened just turn around and run straight back at the Bullocks, so we did and they skidded to a halt, turned tail and added to global warming as they snorted with fear and ran off. So, back to the subconscious - one single event, changed the very next day, so no regular thoughts or associations. However, my red parachute sweatshirt was brand new, a present off my father, who I didn't see that often, and I was gutted the barbed wire fence had ripped all the back of it...
Over the next 30 years( because I felt sad when I thought about wrecking my new sweatshirt), other new sweatshirts that have entered my life have triggered similar feelings of sadness and loss, when something has happened to them so quickly after receiving them - so already the subconscious has set up a few patterns.
NB. It doesn't have to be from my father and it doesn't have to be ruined by barb wire- The subconscious just recognises any ‘sweatshirt' as a present from a loved one, has to be ruined, and there are many ways to ruin it.
So, over the years I had a brilliant ‘ Benetton' light and dark blue sweatshirt from a school girlfriend... Two days later I went to my university interview (PE Teacher), and someone pinched it. A few years later at that very same Uni, I played British Colleges Volleyball and had a ‘representative' sweatshirt, which I promptly lost. Living in America, I had Christmas lunch with a lovely Old lady I used to work for - She gave me this white sweatshirt with blue ‘Yale' on. I drove home that night my car broke down and an hour later it's ruined as oil splattered all over it. A year later I'm living in Australia, and had a fantastic time working in this hotel for six months and I thought I'd be clever this time I have three sweatshirts with ‘manly on the beach' (manly was the suburb of Sydney, before you ask ;-0 and the day I left, I was in a total hurry to catch a plane to New Zealand and was picking up my washing from the laundrette, put the pile of sweatshirts on top of the car, as I ran into another shop to pick something else up before diving back into the car and driving to the airport - yes my sweatshirts were still on the roof and probably scattered all over Eastern Australia.
Believe it or not I could regale you with another six or seven sweatshirt sob stories, but the underlying essence of today's blog, is that I totally set up a destructive pattern with something as simple as sweatshirts, because the first example was quite emotional. Obviously over the years I have been busy clearing the real issues in my life (self worth - abandonment etc), and not bothered with the sweatshirt pattern, but if you substituted the sweatshirt for a boyfriend / girlfriend, we can all relate to how we could fall into a pattern of sabotaging our relationships if an initial experience is destructively emotional, and although the scenarios / experiences may be different the underlying pattern will be the same... 
...THAT'S WHY WE GO BACK AND CLEAR OUR PAST EMOTIONAL TRAUMAS AND RE-PATTERN OUR SUBCONSCIOUS TO HAVE LOVING RELATIONSHIPS, SUCCESSFUL LIVES AND LOTS OF SELF WORTH...
Oh, and a good, comfy sweatshirt... Which reminds me, my girlfriend borrowed my favourite ‘Stussy' one the other day, so I had better check she hasn't lost it, spilled anything on it, or had it abducted by aliens.
Jules x