I have long wanted to try this algorithm from Marina Artamonova, a well-known instructor of neurographica.
It is called “bread” and its meaning is that we are influenced by the memory of generations through genetic memory and the subconscious. And even today, when we have no problems with food, we can feel the impact of those hunger-related events that our ancestors experienced. And we can eat more than our body needs without realizing it. Because since childhood we have heard from grandmothers the stories about how they starved in the war, how their relatives died of hunger and other stories. And we have a subconscious fear that there may not be enough food and we need to eat enough for the future.
Even today, during the war in Ukraine, there are people who do not have enough food. These are vulnerable segments of the population, elderly people who have a pension of less than $ 100, and food prices are the same as in Europe.
Therefore, it is difficult to adequately build a relationship with food when there is such a load in the subconscious.
This algorithm is quite simple to draw. You need to draw or print bread on a piece of paper and color it yellow or orange. Then, through the bread, draw neurographic lines across the entire surface of the sheet. Then draw circles, each circle represents a relative in the family who suffered from hunger. Then we paint these circles in the same colors as the bread. Then we round it off, add lines of power and highlight one of the shapes with bold lines.
When I started to draw, I had an image in front of my eyes of a little girl in a gray down shawl standing at the train station. Russia, the 20s. My mother leaves on the train and excitedly runs from one window to another. I stand and stare at the departing train. Mom didn’t come out and pick me up. I’m too terrified to say a word. How do I know, as a little girl, that this was the only way for me to survive. My mother had nothing to feed me.
I was taken to a shelter, I grew up there and became an actress. But of course, I never forgave my mother, who left me at the train station. My heart just turned into a piece of petrified ice. If your own mother is capable of such betrayal, then what can you expect from others?
Such a picture appeared in my mind while I was painting. I do not know, did I see myself in a previous life, or is it just my imagination?
Anyway, I rounded it off, calmed down and forgave my mom. If she hadn’t left me, I would have starved to death, but this way I survived.
This is a subtle but powerful practice that helps to calm the restless souls in our family. And start a new point of reference, get a new experience and go towards the light.