The Castle

As I said previously, I thought the door I saw in my vision, was an old door. It had a rounded top at the top of the door. After a while, I realized that the door was a castle door. The image of myself was being small standing in front of this door. Small as in young, though I’m not sure how old I was.

After I realized the vision of the door was a castle. I immediately thought back to the initial internal structure I discovered within myself.

It was only after I found out I had Multiple Personality Disorder (DID today), that I realized not long afterwards that there was an internal structure where all the alters resided. They were well hidden, thus the limited of them coming out while I was a teenager (or younger).

Don’t get me wrong, there were signs as a teenager that something was going on. I would hear my name being called and I would turn around and nobody was there.

But overall, my alters were pretty hidden. Safe from the outside world. They needed that safety to survive. As time went on, they would come out, once there was a strong enough reaction from me or whatever was happening at the time. It would take an emotional reaction to bring them out.

The castle itself was well defended, particularly from the outside world. That’s how they were able to survive. The most vulnerable alter was inside the castle and protected by another alter.

The protected alter is 7 years old and his protector is in his mid-twenties, and he is big and strong. I am not ready to name the alters just yet, but if they give the go ahead at some point, I will do so. The 7-year-old is still rather fearful, although he has healed quite a bit so far.

When I began working with my massage therapist/life coach, there were a lot of doors to open, explore and release. Now I have evidently been going to this woman for more than 7 years. I only know this because she mentioned she needed to renew her contract in her current place, which was a 7-year contract. She told me that and that’s the only reason why I know the timeline.

As time went on, my massage therapist and I began to open up the door in the castle. Seeing what was in there and cleaning them out. I was releasing memories (body and otherwise), during this time.

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