How I Overcame A Phobia

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Continuing on from my blog on 7th May 2015 – (Broken Oath Book Review - chapter five) Recollecting A Forgotten Desire; where I shared with you my own experience of remembering a forgotten issue; fear of deep water - those of you who are curious to know how I cured myself from this phobia - take a seat and relax as you read my story – everything happened in real time:-

It was 30th November 2003, a period before I started accepting and believing in my intuition. At the time, I was embarking on a home study personal development course; Spiritual Psychology. I was studying a module about 'clearing' - getting rid of old stuff - negative emotions that no longer served me. In the text, I came across the term 'free association of ideas.' I was intrigued, as I had never heard of this terminology before; having a blank page/paper, asking a question and writing down whatever pops into my head. So, I thought OK, let me give it a go and so I asked the question. ‘Why am I so afraid of deep water?' I can't recall how long I sat there with my blank sheet of paper and my pen, but nothing happened. No information came to mind. Anyway, I forgot about it and went to bed. That night, I dreamt:-

I was walking along a busy road somewhere in the pouring with rain. I saw a woman and a child who were about to cross a busy dual carriageway. I looked to my left and saw some children in a shop entrance and my mind’s eye told me that they were related to the woman and the child.

The child was a girl around 3 or 4 years old, she wore a yellow dress or skirt which touched the ground and a three quarter length red coat. She also had an red umbrella to match. I noticed the woman was holding her hand tightly and that the child was in distress.

I ignored the scene and carried on walking when suddenly I heard the woman calling after the child. I looked back and saw that the girl was chasing her umbrella which had blown out of her hand by the wind. The umbrella had blown onto the dual carriageway - I saw the child run into the road after it and I was surprised that the woman did not go after her. Horrified, I chased after the girl. I ran into the road, but by this time, she had reached the other side of the carriageway still chasing her umbrella.

I tried to catch up with her but the harder I tried, the further she seemed to be away from me and the rain began to lash down hard on my face. I looked up and I could see the top of the dual carriageway; the cars were just beginning to come down the four lanes.

The child was on the opposite pavement still running here and there trying to catch her umbrella and each time the wind blew it further away from her. It blew the umbrella towards the road again. By this time, the road and pavement were beginning to flood with water and I was still some distance away from her, trying desperately to catch up with her.

I saw the girl run towards the road, totally oblivious to the danger she was in from the cars which by now were coming down the hill. As she ran closer to the edge of the pavement, it suddenly became awash with water and she fell over into it.  I was terribly anxious, my heart was pounding. I reached the part of the pavement where I saw her fall but I could not see her body on the ground. I looked behind me, I saw the waves of the flooded water roll back and forth over the pavement, then, suddenly I saw what looked like a pot hole at the side of the pavement in the road, it was then that I realised the child had fallen down into the dark hole. I screamed and ran over -  a young man also ran across to see what my distress was about.  At that point, I was on my knees with my hand in the hole, thrashing it to and fro. I could feel the mud and the slime; in my mind's eye I could see the blackness and could sense a demonic 'pull' or 'force.' I became afraid and I quickly withdrew my hand.

As I pulled out my arm, I screamed to the young man for help, then something made me look across to the other side of the road - there sitting on the ground were six men, none of whom would come to my aid. They just stared. I looked up and another man came over to join the young man already standing beside me. He was older and he a shovel in his hand. I asked him to help me to rescue the child but he just stood there staring at me and said nothing. Then without emotion he spoke. "There is nothing you can do, you cannot save her, she's gone, she's dead."

At that point I cried and I screamed. I wanted to save her, I so desperately wanted to save her. She was just there in the hole. In my mind's eye, I could see her body curled up, wedged in the dark pit. 'How could we just leave her there?’ I thought. (While all this was happening, the woman who was with the child did nothing, she just stood there on the opposite side of the road motionless.)

I got to my feet and stood there staring at the pot hole, I was crying and screaming at the men....then....without warning....my dream ended.

I woke up from the dream, my eyes streaming with tears, my heart pounding, I was so emotionally charged. I rose from my bed and went to the kitchen to get a drink; I thought that was the end of my dream but no so - it seemed the porthole of my dream world was still open – in my mind’s eye, I saw the young girl, though she was dead, she threw me a ball, I saw the ball coming and while I was still making my drink, I instinctively I raised my right hand and caught this invisible ball. As I did so, two things happened – the child whispered her name to me, it was the most beautiful name I have ever heard, secondly, I began to feel a tingling sensation run down my body; from my arm which held the ghostly ball, down to my feet. As this energy passed through me, I felt a ‘healing’ and I felt a ‘deep love.’

From that moment on, my fear of deep water vanished. After that regression, I was able to wash the dishes in the sink filled fully with water, I was able to bathe in the bath full with water and have a real soak. And when I had my next holiday which was in Dubai, December 2004, for the first time in my live, I enjoyed walking along the beach and allowing the waves of the sea to kiss my feet. It did not bother me to wade out in the water to gather seashells, it was wonderful.  I now dream of swimming with dolphins.

I discussed this dream with a relative, and I asked;-

If this was a past life experience of drowning, why was there a dual carriageway?

She said, my mind put together a scene that I was able to cope with and understand. Ok, I get that.

Why did I only notice the colour of clothes the child was wearing?

She stated: The child was specifically dressed in yellow and red because they were ‘sacrificial colours.’ And she was meant to die. Hm interesting.

Ok, why was I not able to save the girl.?

Answer – because I was only meant to see what happened, I was not meant to save her.

Very interesting! I never forgot the dream and I never forgot the child’s name.

If you have any views on this, let me know.

Hope you enjoyed this article. It was an emotional experience for me, but it cured my phobia.

Best Regards
D. A. Martin

Writer and Bestseller Author of Broken Oath

Awarded An Honorary Mention

by the London Book Festival Award (2014)

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Recollecting A Forgotten Desire

BROKEN OATH BOOK REVIEW - CHAPTER FIVE

I am excited about this chapter, I find it absolutely fascinating in this part of the book; after many Eons, Karob - the Lord of Karma, suddenly has a flash memory and recalls his soul's purpose; the pursuit of Melee; the Lady of Time and is surprised as to how he could have forgotten this issue. Actually he is fortunate as most of people drift through life with no idea why they are here or what they are really meant to be doing.

Many of us have a lot of unexplained and unresolved issues in our lives and no knowledge of how they got there or how to deal with them. Most of us would never consider the concept of reincarnation and that we bring our 'stuff' with us whether good or bad, into our next existence. We just see our situation as somebody else's fault or that is just the way life is.

Our subconscious mind is always trying to 'wake us up' to get us to remember; you know, that weird feeling you sometimes get - a feeling of something you are trying to remember but it always slip your mind. Or maybe you experience déjà vu.

Karob kept trying to remember, then without notice, it all came flooding back; emotions and all.  Amongst his feelings he must have felt angry, perhaps at himself for being hoodwinked. And I can imagine his frustration because now he was in a situation where his hands were tied and he is bound to a commitment at the behest of a higher force. I wonder how many of us have 'awaken' only to find our powers have been contricted by circumstances, environment, people around us or maybe even a continent.

In reality, the mass of humankind are unable to complete the journey of their soul's purpose, even when they have awaken; I can imagine that many, maybe, through embarrassment, thrust themselves into a state of frustration which manifests through illness, dis-ease of all kind and even phobias without ever knowing why.

I remember when I was child around 7 or 8 years of age, I was reading a book. Many of you may know this book; Cat In The Hat by Dr Seuss. As I read the book, I began reading a page where the cat was taking a bath, he pulled the plug and as the water began to be swallowed up in the plughole, the vacuum was so strong that it sucked the Cat In The Hat in as well. As I read, my emotions turns to shock horror and at that moment, I had a flash memory; it was something I forgot to remember, something terrible. What was it?............

I was afraid of water; something happened a long time ago, I didn't know what it was, I only knew it was bad and I had to stay away from deep water. This memory that came from nowhere had gripped me so strongly that after the recollection, for the rest of my life growing up, I steered clear away from anything that resembled deep water; I would only take shallow bath, I would never wash dishes with the sink 'full' of water. I can recall even being afraid as I put my hand in the sink to pull the plug.  I was apprehensive as I felt the suction of the water being lured into the plughole.  I did not go swimming at school, though I had to sit by in the swimming pool area and watch the other kids enjoy themselves, little did they know how terrified I was just being in that environment.

This phobia continued well into my adult life and into my 40's. What was it that I remembered?........ I drowned. I just couldn't remember where or when, but the fear of water and drowning was real.

Do you want to know how I found out what happened to me? How, where and why I drowned?.........Well, that's another story.

But can you now imagine how Karob soon became obsessed with finding Melee. He had to go back to the exact same location where he last saw her in order to pick up her spiritual trail. His frustration will continue as he now tries hard to get back on track and continue with his soul’s purpose.

Like Karob; all our ills are merely forgotten or unfinished business and issues, the soul never forgets; only when we deal with them and complete them, will they cease to plague our lives.

You can find out how I solved the mystery of my phobia in my next blog.

Best Regards

D. A. Martin

Bestseller Author of Broken Oath

Awarded An Honorary Mention

by the London Book Festival Award (2014)

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How To Bring A Character To Life

Did I ever share with you the time I unwittingly brought a character to life; it was a few years ago, while I was still writing my first novel Broken Oath. 

As most authors know, even when you are writing one book, your mind is already creating a second one.

Well, I woke up one morning feeling excited after having a flash vision of a storyline and in particular, a character in my second book.  I immediately took pen to paper and began to write what I had seen in my dream; a tall man, elderly and scruffy-looking and he had a beard.  He wore a long, either dark grey or black coat and he carried an old black doctor's bag (like the one you see in horror movies).  He smelt old and dusty; as though he had been walking the Earth for a long, long time, throughout many lifetimes.  He walked with a slight hunch and he seemed to be in a hurry; like he had to be somewhere or see someone.  Wherever it was he was going, he was focused on getting to that destination. 

I knew he was a time traveller and he was able to go wherever he wanted; to any dimensions or worlds.  He was never held up for too long at customs or by boarder agency custodians because he had a smell about him that wasn't exactly pleasing and people tend to let him through quickly.  And if you asked him where he was going, he would always answer.  "I am here to see someone."  You would never get another word out of him.  And his name was Alba.

I wrote that piece with power and passion in my journal, and forgot about it.  After all I was still writing my first book.  A few days later, I was out taking my lunch break at work and I saw a character on the other side of the road.  I was surprised, it was a man and he looked just like then person I had written about for my next book.  I had never seen this man before.  He was obviously new in the area. I had to stop and stare at him; there he was, with his long dark coat, his doctor's bag and he looked like he was in a hurry; focused as though he had to get somewhere.  He looked 'out of time.'  Like he didn't belong on this plane.  There was something about him, I couldn't believe what I was seeing so I dismissed it and got on with my life.

Suddenly, I kept on seeing this character; it was always around the same place; he walked like he was on a mission.  Then one day, during my lunch break again; I had just come out of Sainsburys when I happened to look up and who do you think was on the other side of the shopping mall?  This stranger;  I was shocked, I stared at him, then he turned and glanced in my direction and we made eye contact.  I was scared, I put my head down and pretended that I did not see him but I could sense that he was coming over to me and when I looked up again, there he was, standing before me.

I was apprehensive as I looked at him, he was exactly like the description of the fiction character of my next book; a tall old man, scruffy and with a beard.  He wore a long dark coat and he carried an old black doctor’s bag.  And.... He smelt very musty.  We were locked in a gaze when suddenly he spoke.

     "Hello!  How are you?"
     "I am fine thank you."  I replied.  Then he spoke again.
     "What's your name?"  
     "Dora."

     "What's my name?"
     "I'm sorry?"  I said.

     "What's my name?"  He repeated,

     "Alba."  I responded, as that is the name I gave his character in my book.

     "No!"  He retorted.   And again he said.

"What's my name?"

     "I don't know."  I returned.  He looked at me intensely for a few seconds and said.

     "My name is..."  He paused for a moment.
"I am here to see someone."  And with that last remark, he walked off then turned back slowly to look at me, gave a wry smile and carried on walking into the crowd.  I was dumbstruck, I just stood there.   I could not believe it.  What just happened I thought?  I was so shocked. I could not concentrate for the rest of the day as I went over the incident again and again in my head.

As soon as I got home I rushed to look at my notes.  Exactly what I wrote, that was what happened, and he spoke the exact words.  I was so spooked; did I create him?  Was he someone who knew I was writing about him?  Was he a Time Traveller?  Was he really not of our world?   

I was so alarmed, I wrote no more about him and after a while, I never saw him again.  It was too much for me to handle; I was not ready for the supernatural and I am not sure if I will integrate his character into my next book, or should I?  

I had the flash vision of this character on 19th June 2009 and I met him eleven days later.  I still have my notes to this day.  And I will never forget the encounter.

I marvel at the power of thought; the power of the subconscious mind; absolutely amazing!

Best Regards

D. A. Martin

Bestseller Author of Broken Oath

Awarded An Honorary Mention

by the London Book Festival Award (2014)

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Easter - Time To Reflect Beyond Reality

For most of humankind, Easter is         a time to ponder on resurrection.

For the rest of humanity, it's time to
reflect on a broken oath, a new beginning through reincarnation, 
déjà vu, time travel into other dimensions and overcoming 
conspiracies of the Universe.

Escape from the norm this Easter and lose yourself in this captivating novel; Broken Oath, order your copy Now on amazon.co.uk or, make this book the perfect Easter gift.

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D. A. Martin

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Awarded An Honorary Mention

by the London Book Festival Award (2014)

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Developing Your Intuition – A Set Of Keys

As I mentioned in my last blog, I now follow and truly believe in my intuition. Here’s an amazing story giving testimony to the power of the subconscious mind.

Some time ago I lost a set of keys to the garage where I park my car at night, as a result of course, I was unable to use my car. I knew I had it on me when I came home that evening. I searched everywhere but I couldn’t find it. I was frustrated, then, I remembered how great my subconscious mind is; the all seeing eye, that sees and knows everything. So, before going to sleep that night, I spoke to my subconscious. I relayed the problem and asked if it could show me where my garage keys were. A day or two later, I dreamt I was looking down into my apartment and a ‘wordless thought’ spoke and said my keys are in the flat. I woke up and thought, Ok, I now know my keys are in the home and I did not drop them outside. I need to be more specific as I had already looked in every room.

The following night I went through the same process; I spoke to my subconscious and asked where in the flat were my keys. And sure enough, a night or two later, I dreamt I was looking down into my lounge and the ‘wordless thought’ lead me to believe that this is where my keys can be located. I searched the whole room and still I could not find them. Yet again, before sleep, I had a another conversation with that all seeing eye of mine. I stated that I couldn’t find the keys, and again asked where they were. And I left it at that.

I went on with my daily life and one day a friend invited me round to dinner and I accepted. When I arrived at his abode, I noticed the seats of his settee were positioned vertically. When I asked why, he stated, it helps to prevent the seats from becoming soft and saggy; placing them upright from time to time puts them back into shape and the settee lasts longer and will remain firmer for a considerable period of time. I was impressed. I thought; I had my settee for a long time, perhaps I should try this technique.

The very next day, whilst no one was at home, I decided to place the seats of my settee upright. And as I turned up each seat, to my amazement, there were my garage keys. I had checked the settee before but I realised I only slid my fingers down the side, I did not take up each seat. I thanked my subconscious mind; the fountain of all knowledge which give me the answer to my questions in a most curious way.

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D. A. Martin

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Awarded An Honorary Mention

by the London Book Festival Award (2014)

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Nurturing Your Intuitions

Broken Oath Further Book Review: chapter four                         

I admire those individuals who embrace their 'sixth sense,' especially as it starts to manifest itself in the early childhood years.  I confess I was one of those beings who did not; I ignored my intuitions from an early age, needless to say I paid the price and the Universe spoke to me in my mind saying 'I told you so.' 

In chapter four of Broken Oath; from the age of twelve, when Malachi's intuition began to take hold, he took on board every senses he felt and the instructions given to him by the Universe. He knew how to be his own counsel. In contrast, his cousin Melee ignored her inner feelings.

We can all speculate as to why she behaved this way; maybe she didn't understand her dreams and warnings. But then, when she was a mere child she readily accepted her visions and senses. It is as I stated before; when we are young, we are in tune with the higher forces and as we start to grow up, we cut ourselves off from these messages.

Maybe Melee did not want to be bothered with heavenly issues, even if they did concern her. I could identify with her on that point. Can you? I know when I was her age, the world was becoming interesting and I wanted to be free to enjoy life. It never occurred to me that circumstances were rolling in on the waves of time that will have a direct impact on my life.

I can recall a time when I was doing lots of things in my life and my inner self kept telling me to slow down. Of course I wouldn't listen. Then, one night I had a dream; I saw my skin covered in some sort of disease and a voice spoke, it said I was run down and had to start taking extra vitamin C, otherwise this is what will happen to me. I woke up, noted the dream and instantly dismissed it; I regarded myself as a very healthy person, 'I never get sick.’

A week or so later I had the same dream; a vision of my skin covered in a disease and the voice spoke as before – ‘take extra vitamin C, otherwise this will happen to you.’ I was stubborn as a mule, I knew best; ‘I never get sick.’

Let me tell you now, the Universe is always right. Your intuitions are always right. Within two weeks of the last dream, I caught shingles. But that still did not convince me, I was so ignorant that even though I began to notice lesions on my skin, it still didn’t sink in. Why? Because I am a healthy person.  It was not until I began to experience discomfort that I went to the doctor who told me (much to my disbelief) that I have full blown shingles, I was in the advance stage and there was nothing he could do for me. I said. “You must be mistaken.” He was not impressed with my comment and went on to say I should have come to him at the first onset. ‘Good Luck.’ He said and dismissed me.

I was shocked, how could this happen to me? It was at that point that I remembered my dreams. I confessed I was anxious, and began to read up on Shingles. Apparently the pain was due to inflammation of the nerve endings which once damaged by the shingles virus cannot repair itself and you are left in pain forever. I was shocked. ‘Damn!’ I thought. I began reading my book on vitamins and herbal remedies; how to heal my body in these circumstances. I read; I needed to take 2,000 milligrams of vitamin C and 1,000-2,000 micrograms of vitamin B12. Which I did, and after enduring much pain, I soon recovered. (Phew! Never again.) Do I listen to my intuitions now? Yes!

The Universe and/or our guardians do their best to give us spiritual counsel to steer us along a path that will cause us the least pain. But as always we know best; we get the wrong end of the stick in our interpretations of the spiritual message and we pay the price.

When Malachi tells Melee that he was scared about the stranger who would be was coming into their lives, she comforts him because she thinks she knows the reason why he is apprehensive. Malachi on the other hand knows full well why he is afraid; circumstances are going to be put into play that will directly affect Melee and he fears for her safety.

Melee is secretly worried about her dreams but for different reasons; maybe she knows she is ignoring them and part of her is concerned about the consequences. Dis-ease only comes into our lives when we are not doing what we are meant to do. And Melee will find out the hard way. As those who know, know; all is cause and effect.

I listen to my inner self now and take note of its counsel. There are now few or no sharp stones to pierce my feet along the pathway to my destination. And I mean to keep it that way.

Embrace your intuition; listen to the counsel of your inner self or its guardians.

Best regards


D. A. Martin                                                              

Bestseller Author of Broken Oath
Awarded An Honorary Mention by the
London Book Festival Award (2014)


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Honorary Mention at the London Book Festival Award (2014) for D. A. Martin, bestseller Author of Broken Oath

Thank you to all my readers, followers and those who supported me and held me to account when writing my book; Broken Oath.   

The Universe downloaded the story into my creative mind and the characters grew so large within me that after 10 years of carrying them around in my being, I was compelled to write it all down on paper.  

I would especially like to thank Stephanie J. Hale, my mentor and publisher who, without her input and expertise, my book would not have got this far. 

I am very happy to receive the Honorary Mention and the Certificate for my book

Best Regards
D. A. Martin
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