Images From The Strawberry Story Can Be a Good Reminder
I’m pretty sure “The Strawberry Story” began in June 1999. My Mom was visiting for a week and we had gone out for dinner. She was just about to step through the restaurant door as a young couple started making a scene. Although my Mom is normally a very loving person, she got pretty upset and critical.
I know how stress chemicals affect health and I’m also a firm believer in the power of thoughts and the impact they can have. But I also knew it wouldn’t help if I said something at the time. So I bit my tongue and wondered how I could show her tangible proof that thoughts are things and that they affect us in the physical realm. I had seen ample evidence of this over the years in my own life. By then, I had spent a lot of time experimenting with my thoughts.
Way too often to ignore, I had seen things show up that had to have happened because of my focused mental energy. Many times I did nothing more than create an intention and then visualized the results I wanted until it came to the point of feeling as if it had already happened. I lived it in my mind as if it was my reality in real life, and opportunities would come along out of the blue that made it so. Seems crazy but I couldn’t deny it or explain it. I just know it happened repeatedly.
After a while, I came to accept that we are all born with amazing abilities. We use them every day but unfortunately, on autopilot, without purpose or focus. And we impact life without giving any thought to what we are doing. An active and uncontrolled mind that flits around with no sense of direction, focused on life as it is, will never actually see the changes it sometimes dreams about. The power that could come from focused thoughts is spread thin by its haphazard use. But with a little practice, skills can be developed that focus your energy at a target.
Now back to 1999 and The Strawberry Story…
While eating dinner, Mom was still focused on what had happened earlier and I couldn’t stop thinking about how harmful it is to be stuck thinking about something negative. I think we’ve all been there and I wanted to find a way to help. My mind kept going over insight and knowledge I had gained over the years from my own experiences. A plan began to form; the strawberry story was in the making.
I had learned that different emotions like joy or sadness cause tears to have a different chemical makeup. When I learned that a scientist can test the chemical makeup of a tear and then tell you if your tears came because of feelings of joy or sadness, it screamed a message to me that made a lasting impression.
So I wondered if I could project my emotions from my thoughts strongly enough to create “love water” and “fear water” that could be absorbed by something like strawberries. I had just bought a fresh package of big juicy red ones that were in my refrigerator.
Could the healing power of love be absorbed by a strawberry to slow its deterioration?
Could the destructive power of fear be absorbed by a strawberry to hasten its deterioration? Those answers were about to become the strawberry story.
By that time in my life, I had read everything I could get my hands on that I thought might help me understand more about the NDE I had during a car wreck. More on that later but my mind was pretty open after that shock and I was very interested in what goes on with the mind and brain.
I had experienced enough successes with my goals—some seemingly miraculous—to KNOW that thoughts are powerful. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, I believed that we can make a difference and that it happens through the vision held in the mind’s eye, beliefs about it and the thoughts and emotions experienced over it.
And when thoughts are negative, the energy they create is very destructive and limiting. (As shown in the strawberry story images below)
So I made a deal with Mom. If I could show her the effect of negative thinking in a form that she could actually see, she would try to curtail her negative thoughts and not let them run rampant once she noticed them. It made sense to her that if negativity can impact a strawberry, it probably has an impact on her body’s cells too.
I know she used to humor me and thought most of what I believed was pretty nutty but she has since changed her tune a little after seeing the results I get.
When we got home, the strawberry story began. I carefully selected two strawberries that were pretty close in ripeness and size and washed them. (The pictures I share in The Strawberry Story are just examples. Not being a professional, I didn’t have a tripod, some were blurry, taken at different distances and sometimes lighting changed. I am using the clearest pictures online and there is no way to prove any of this to someone who is determined to not believe it. Just try it for yourself if you can hold emotions of Love and fear.)
Next I prepared two glasses of water and marked one with a label that said “LOVE” and one that said “FEAR.”
There are two important points of The Strawberry Story. I held the water marked “LOVE” close to my heart and focused my thoughts on anything I could think of that would cause a physical feeling of love in my body. I was looking for a feeling of warmth from head to toe as if my heart was overflowing with the feeling of love. After about two minutes of thinking, feeling and imagining that feeling being transferred through my hands into the water, I stopped.
The other important point of The Strawberry Story: Next I held the water marked “FEAR” close to my heart and I thought of anything that had ever caused deep pain in my life. I allowed the thoughts to create strong feelings of anger, resentment and fear as I continued thinking about everything imaginable that would cause me to feel that way. I continued focusing on these thoughts, making sure they actually caused an intense feeling in my body that was similar to what I feel when I am terrified of something. After about two minutes of thinking, feeling and imagining that feeling being transferred through my hands into the water, I stopped.
I dropped one of the strawberries in the “LOVE” water and one in the “FEAR” water and allowed them to float for several hours. Then I removed them, rolled them on a paper towel to dry the excess water, being careful not to touch them, and then rolled them onto plates marked “LOVE” and “FEAR.” I set them aside, taking care that they were in similar environments with light, temperature, air flow etc.
About two days later, the strawberry story was taking shape. I called my Mom over and asked if she could see any difference. The look on her face was priceless.
More Examples for The Strawberry Story:
From that point on, when I wanted to help her stop the release of stress chemicals that were flooding through her body because she was upset about something, all I had to do was say, “The Strawberry Story” in a playful voice. I would hear “Oops” and then silence.
She had realized that destructive thoughts, words and feelings cause actual destruction, and she no longer wanted to use her energy in that way or allow the harm it was doing to the cells of her body. The ugliness of the fear strawberry made a deep impression on her just as it has with many others who have witnessed or done this demonstration for themselves.
When you develop the skill necessary to maintain focus with your thoughts, this will work for you, too. If you have the ability to stay focused for about two minutes on thoughts that evoke the desired feelings of either love (or any higher vibration feeling such as gratitude, appreciation, etc.) or fear (or any lower vibration feeling such as anger, resentment, etc.) and make a clear intention that the energy from your hands is going into the water, you should see an obvious difference in the rate of deterioration in your strawberries.
Give it an extra dose
You may not be able to generate strong feelings at first like I did in The Strawberry Story. Until you can, try giving it an extra dose of love or fear. As often as you would like, walk by and glare at the fear strawberry and say “I hate you” as you look at it. Think about something that makes you feel really good and then say “I love you” to the love strawberry. Just be sure to FEEL it, just like I did in the strawberry story. A half-hearted passing thought in your head doesn’t do it.
This should help you “get it” that a half-hearted passing thought about a goal you want to reach has minimal power also.
You can try variations of this demonstration by using other types of fruit; try it with plants and flowers or anything that rots in a relatively short span of time. I just happened to use strawberries that day with my mom because I already had them, they could withstand floating in water for a few hours, and they go bad quickly if not used.
Once you understand how powerful your thoughts are, you can use them to improve life in many ways. If you haven’t heard of the work of Masaru Emoto, you might be interested in the images in his book, “The Message from Water.” He has been able to photograph water crystals that show a marked difference when exposed to negative and positive influences. He believes we can clean the polluted water of the world and some of the work he has been doing shows amazing results.
These things should help you understand that your thoughts aren’t ineffective and don’t stay in within the privacy and confines of your head!
This graph shows the energy I created with my thoughts and memories for the demonstration. My thoughts caused the emotions I experienced as feelings in my body. Look at the physical impact my emotions had on the strawberries!
I hope The Strawberry Story has shown you that changes to your thoughts and beliefs create changes to your world!
Topic: The Strawberry Story
I wanted every detail hoping it would help jog my memory once the swelling went down in my brain. A broad brush stroke was all I could get to help me imagine what had happened. I was told that a car had turned in front of me on the highway. I hit it, went airborne, hit a telephone pole blocking my flight, then landed in the ditch. My car was totaled and I was apparently dead at some point because all I remember is leaving my body and heading into the tunnel. God only knows for sure what really happened and for how long. My body was crumpled up under the steering wheel and at some point my friend said he heard a groan out of me when he tried to see if I was alive.
Apparently my friend was bloody from getting cut but thankfully he wasn’t hurt badly enough to be hospitalized overnight. He did make a point that he wasn’t happy to see a guy approach the car and ask if everyone was alright instead of seeing the obvious and calling an ambulance. That stuck with him but he didn’t have too much else to report.
It’s so strange to have to ask others what happened and try to imagine it with something that is so important to me. I was never the same after that and still see through the filter of that experience even though it happened decades ago. I remember how it felt to watch my life review and be so full of regret while hoping for another chance to do better. I had been a very angry teenager and that is what I saw in my review.
I’m going into detail because so many people have asked for them over the years. It seems that there is even more interest now than ever. I’ve never felt comfortable sharing something so sacred to me. I do because it seems to help people who want to know more.
I still remember hearing some news that was very upsetting when I was well enough to deal with getting another car. I didn’t know it at the time, (or did I and I don’t remember?) but later I found out that the guy I hit was friends with the cop who showed up to work the wreck. So he quietly slipped away with no ticket or any record being created. I never found anything in the newspaper and we sure didn’t have the internet back then. So I never discovered enough to satisfy my curious mind about the actual wreck.
My insurance company called it “no-fault” even though he turned in front of me and was hit in the intersection on a highway. No one seemed to care about that except me at the time. I was furious about it and wanted justice. A part of my life was gone and I wanted someone to accept responsibility and pay for what he had done. It seemed like no one cared about the details or wanted to listen and help me understand what had happened. It was frustrating. They just wanted me to calm down and get better.
I was a different person back then with a lot to figure out and my anger didn’t go away just because I saw it in a life review. I just knew I had some work to do.
After that experience, nothing made sense anymore. I had a tough time trying to relate to the world and people in it. My feeling of bliss didn’t come back to earth with me but thankfully the memory of it did. That has never left me, probably because I think about it so much.
To this day I’ve never remembered the wreck or that time period of my life. My amnesia never went away. But from the moment I awoke in the hospital, I’ve remembered every detail of my near death experience. I have spent almost every day, minus a few rebellious breaks, thinking about it, re-living it, longing to be back “home” again. While there I experienced the Presence of God, Sacred White Light and Divine Love, Unconditional Love like I never imagined was possible.
Some people try to convince others that experiences like mine aren’t real, that it happens in a person’s brain. That’s never fazed me. I won’t argue with anyone about it. I am always open to new information but so far, nothing can convince me that my experience did not actually happened. I just think to myself that their tune would change in a heartbeat if it ever happened to them.
I’ve never forgotten the sensation of leaving my body, the feeling of flying toward the Light through what felt like a vacuum, the feelings I experienced while there and then the uncomfortable sensation of being stuck back in a body. Once I was back, I felt so confined and disconnected from all that was now important to me from being in that place, space or vibration. I don’t know how to describe it.
I’ve never stopped longing to be back there again. It felt like I was home. Being here on earth and back in a body seemed almost like punishment. It felt like I was sent away and given the change I had asked for but I really wished I didn’t have to go. I just knew that I did. That is why I feel driven to be my best self while I’m here so maybe I can stay there next time.
I have no idea how long I was there or where there was. I just know something happened. It was not at all like a dream or a flash of insight. I’ve had full color deeply meaningful visions pop into my mind in the past and since and it wasn’t anything like that. I’ve also had prophetic like dreams, dreams with messages. It wasn’t anything like that either.
All I know is that I went somewhere and then I was back with no time reference.
My first real memory that stuck is when I looked around and saw that I was alive. I felt disoriented. It was confusing to find myself back in my body and on earth in a hospital bed. My mom and Mike, one of my best friends, stood there answering my questions as I asked them. They were the same questions repeated one after the other, according to them. However, it seemed like the first time for me each time I asked, “Where am I?” “What happened?” “Was anyone else hurt?” “Where did it happen?”
For whatever reason, I finally came to and stayed present. I remembered the last time they told me to look at the paper I held in my hands before their tired, frustrated, sing-songy voices told me in unison, “Teri, look at your paper.” I thought they were either irritated with me or making fun of me by the way they said it and looked at each other. To me it was the first time I’d asked but they explained that it wasn’t. They said this had been going on for days. That’s why they had written out the answers on paper and had put it on my bed, the paper I was now holding.
Well, I could see that there must be some truth to that. Every question I thought of was the next answer I saw on the page. Hmmm. Embarrassing. I didn’t know what to think, but at least from that point on I remembered to read my paper. I would think of a question, get that “I’ve got a question look” and as our eyes met I would remember my instructions and not ask. When I looked back down and read instead for the first time, I saw them giving each other looks of relief and smiles. I could tell they were quite happy, and later I understood why. That was the first time they actually had a sign that I just might be alright.
I remember that so well, my actual “coming to” moment, asking questions and getting answers, and then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I had died and left this earth and they would think I was crazy if I told them that. I remained silent and thought about what I was feeling. It was something new that I had never felt before. It was a burning desire to change myself.
Everything was crystal clear about my experience. It was as if it had been etched into my mind. I knew that part was real and what I had to do. I just didn’t have a clue how I was going to go about changing myself. I had the drive but no instruction book. Anger still raged inside of me when I thought about some of the things that had happened as a young teen, but now it was different. I knew how damaging my anger was in so many ways.
When I was in the Light, wherever that was, I was “home.” I had feelings there of bliss, of peace, of being loved unconditionally. I had been shown a life review that made something very clear. Our emotions have great power and I was allowing my out of control anger and vengeful thinking about things from the past to destroy myself and harm others.
I was shown that emotions create energy that is either healing or destructive and that I am responsible for the things I create. There was no focus on what had been done to me. The movie I was shown was all about what I was doing to myself and others because of my present day attitude and actions. I saw the momentum build because I stayed focused on negative things. I was on guard. I had beliefs, expectations that people couldn’t be trusted, that they would end up doing things that hurt me, that life would always be tough. I was just out of high school and now in college trying to decide what to do with my life and that was the expectation I had for the rest of it.
All of the sudden, because a man decided to turn in front of me, there I was, without my body in a place of indescribable Light and Love, in the presence of a being I assumed was God. He showed me my life from a bird’s eye view and I understood things I’d never imaged back on earth in my body. I saw that I had to change ME instead of focusing on THEM, expecting things out there to change so I could be happy. I awoke with that knowledge but without any kind of instructions or guidance to help me actually do it.
How could I stop the thoughts and images that were always on my mind? How could I stop allowing others to push my buttons as I reacted to things they said that automatically triggered my anger and pain?
I was confused but determined so I started trying things. I went to doctors to get help with things like anxiety and that feeling of always being mentally “in the dump.” I took their medications and followed their instructions.
Nothing helped. So I looked further and tried more things.
I said affirmations, carried positive thoughts with me in a little pocket-sized notebook, I bought programs on creative visualization and listened to motivational speakers. I went to spiritual retreats and to church on Sundays.
It was a long hard road because in the 80s and 90s things were quite different. We only knew a fraction of the things we know today. I struggled for a long time, slowly but surely healing my mind, body and spirit.
The day came when I realized what a blessing that man was who turned in front of me, the one I had wanted to pay for screwing up my life. I have felt nothing but extreme gratitude for my NDE, for the abilities that have developed because of that day when I had my near death experience. Eventually I became a life coach and energy healer so I could help others take the shortcut.
I know what it is to want to change something very badly but to not know how to go about it. Thankfully, in answer to my prayers and intentions, I eventually found tools and techniques and put together a process than anyone can learn and use.
I create a lot of free materials to help with that and offer DIY and personal coaching programs for those looking for more. My greatest hope is that you too will learn how to change your circumstances, only a much easier way than I did, if or when things get you down or hold you back. We have incredible potential and gifts that can be used to help ourselves, our loved ones and to create heaven on earth.