I breathe in the fragrance of my herbs and flowers. I planted them. Miracle grew them. And now I am grown by them. They are my teachers, as everyone and everything is my teacher.
Between two big rocks, there can be very limited soil, so limited that the eyes cannot see, but a tiny little flow can grow out of it. Life! Fragile but forever strong. Forever beautiful that’s who I am.
One day, my 13-and-half-year-old client asked me, “Why does one unwanted thought stick in my head for long? Other good thoughts don’t?”
I found that a very genuine authentic observation, actually a very wise question. I had to think for a moment. And I answered him that the unreal thoughts have to be louder and stickier, to work harder to appear it’s real. What is real doesn’t have to be loud, because it is already real – that we hear it or not doesn’t change its reality.
The year was 1907. Isabel lived in a small mountain house with her parents and three older brothers. Her father didn’t like her because she was a girl. “Girls are useless” her father would say. Her three brothers helped their father logging. The oldest brother took on the same attitude toward her as their father. Isabel only felt comfortable with her mother and two younger brothers.
When Debbie comes back for the second session, I randomly ask what her spiritual outlook is. The answer to it generally gives me foundation for hypnotherapy work to be built on. If people were not sure what to say, I’d ask further, “What happens when the body dies?” The answer can open up ways for me to build their strength and confidence.
Debbie is hesitant. She seems afraid that I am going to judge her for her spirituality. She says she believes there is more to life than what meets the eye. “You may feel this is laughable, but sometimes my girlfriend and I talk about spirit… guides.” Her voice goes down and her tone goes up as she finishes the sentence.
These thoughts have been in my mind for a while, now that we are approaching Halloween, the time is just right to let these thoughts out.
It is funny that we earth people think living humans are the real “living” ones, those in spirit are “dead”. Therefore afterlife for us is like a haunting experience.
Yet from the spirit perspective, which is more long-lasting really, the whole earth experience is like a haunting house trip, for generations and lifetimes.
In my earlier practice of hypnotherapy, I remember there were many times that I was surprised at the fact that, when hypnotized, many of my clients could speak words of wisdom, with which came relief, opening, and lightness; yet when they went back to their daily lives, they would forget about their own words and became again that confused and lost person stuck in the complication of their complicated life.
Inner critics want you to get what you want. Sometimes it acts like a stereotyped step-mother, beating you up to get what she thinks you should want.
Living a life, we always want things. And we do not always get what we want. It’s natural. It always has been this way; and it’ll always be this way, no matter when, where and who.
It’s always encouraging and inspiring for me to work with young people. Many young people who came to see me for spiritual regression are very in-tune with their inner being and inner truth. And they make excellent hypnotic subjects. I doubt that these people will ever form some sort of identity with what they believe.