My children used to watch this annoying kids show called Yo Gabba Gabba. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s not terrible. It’s fairly educational in a very simplistic way. The characters in oversized costumes look like things of nightmares and the show’s producers somehow get throwback 80s indie bands to play with the–(parents obviously trying too hard from an old complex to make sheik television children who, undoubtedly, the throwback references are lost on them)–as they learn about life’s little lessons on fairness, persevering, sharing, biting, brushing your teeth, and…well, you get the idea.
Perhaps the most annoying thing about the show, and the most brilliant, is the little lesson songs the characters sing. Using no harmony whatsoever, or anything else to break up the musical monotony, they play the lyrics over and over again, agonizingly repetitious, until it gets drilled into your brain (which the subconscious mind LOVES and remembers!)
Add the number of times the lyric is played in one episode, times that by the number of times they air that same dang episode a day, times the number of times they play it a week and you have got yourself hypnosis by rote and osmosis. Luckily the songs are about how it’s not good to bite your friends and not about having your parents dole out hard-earned cash to buy something for the kid he or she doesn’t really need, like many of the commercials on the network the show is aired on is doing.
One night I found myself lying in bed sick, awake, and wondering why I stopped writing. After negating all my “good excuses” of how busy I was, I finally determined that I just gave up. As soon as I had that thought, an annoying little Yo Gabba Gabba “Keep Trying” earwig popped into my brain.
It goes like this: Keep trrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyiiiiiing. Keep trrrrrrrrrryyyyying. Don’t give up. Never give up. Keep trrrrrrrrrrrying. Keep trrrrrrrrrrying. Don’t give up. Never give up! You’ll get it right! Don’t stop! (Now repeat that ad nauseam and you get the idea.)
So, even though I had strep throat and a low-grade fever, I sat up and kept working on my book because my subconscious mind told me via an earwig…don’t give up. Never give up. Keep trrrrrryyyyyyying. Keep trrrrrrrrrryyyyying. You’ll get it right. Don’t stop!
Pay close attention to recurring earworms, like a jingle or song that gets stuck in your mind and continues to play…over and over and over and over again. Ad nauseum. This goes for recurring dreams as well.
I have a recurring dream of a baby being born and I’m not prepared to take care of it only to find out that it can take care of itself. I figured out this happens when I am anxious about starting new projects, but to trust that everything will be okay. I don’t always have to nurse it for it to survive and thrive on its own.
The earwig and the recurring dream most always is your Subconscious trying to get a message through to you. You may think the earwig is just a commercial for soap, and sometimes it is, but if it happens continuously it probably contains information that you need to know. Make a note of it in a journal, and do some automatic writing around it if you are having trouble figuring out the meaning behind the messages.
Here is the video link if you really want to see what I mean…http://www.nickjr.com/kids-videos/yo-gabba-keep-trying.html