Information pertaining to the “Heart-Wall,” the energy wall that is put up by the subconscious mind to protect the heart.
I went to watch Man of Steel yesterday, and without giving away too much of the story, I had some interesting thoughts about our emotions, Heart-Walls and how we “hide” from being our true selves in the world because we are afraid of what the world will think if we showed our own brilliance.?? How i […]
The response to my request for Heart-Wall stories has been overwhelming. I feel blessed to share this miraculous journey with all of you!
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Helga Campbell (View Spotlight), an active Practitioner shared this story:
After having released close […]
I recently stumbled across this song by Mary Chapin Carpenter about the Heart-Wall. A beautiful song, very insightful.
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We thought you would be interested in reading Kathleen’s story about her experience with the Emotion Code and specifically, the heart wall.
Thank You for Sharing Your Story, Kathleen! – Kristi Nelson
Hello Dr. Nelson,
I want to say first that I am blown away by what I have been able to clear us […]
I have been collecting stories from people around the world about their successes with the Emotion Code, and I am sorry that I haven’t gotten to posting them before this; there are lots more, but this will do for starters! – Dr. Brad : ) My mother had told a friend about the emotion code, and bought a copy of the book for her to read. However she lacked the confidence to practice it alone and her husband would not have
Dear Dr. Nelson, Thanks so much for The Emotion Code. I found that I had a heart wall and it was made of cloth. Intuitively, I asked if it was made of blankets and got a Yes answer. I was curious about that, and then it hit me. When I was a child I had a yellow blanket. I’d put it over my head and body, go into the kitchen, and tell my mom, “I’m the cookie monster, give me some cookies.” (And this was before Sesame Street). I’d made my