My sick fish

   Posted by: Britt   in My Story

I had a fish. A pretty little Betta fish.  Reddish pink with beautiful frilly gills.

It got sick. I’ve know about the rabbit hole. I’ve watched What The Bleep Do We Know. I paid special attention with Dr. Emoto.

I knew what to do.

I wrote the word LOVE on the side of the tank in big bold letters.

I spoke LOVE to the water.

I touched LOVE onto the pretty little stones at the bottom of the tank.

The fish died anyway.

I must’ve doubted its resillience.

I must have killed it.

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Maybe the fish had been indulging in negative thoughts. If it hadn’t cleared out its limiting beliefs then it created that reality for itself. Better buy some more fish and keep trying!

November 9th, 2010 at 2:51 am

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