Kemila Zsange
Access your inner wisdomHypnotherapy & Counselling
It was a rainy early summer day — the perfect weather for wandering through museums and art galleries while traveling. My choice that day was the Palais des Beaux-Arts de Lille.
As usual, I didn’t bother with museum maps, brochures or audio guides. In a building like this, I prefer to meander and let my feet decide. And so, moving from one hall to another, I suddenly stopped. In the corner of an adjacent room, my eyes caught a whimsical painting.
In a powerful session of past life regression, a client uncovers a 16th-century royal incarnation—and the lingering effects of a spell cast by a jealous aunt. Through deep hypnotherapy and energy work, including the use of a pink crystal ball and intuitive healing rituals, the energetic residue of the spell is finally dissolved. This story reveals how unresolved past life experiences can impact present-day emotions, relationships, and spiritual well-being—and how they can be transformed.
“Forget Me Not” is the name of a flower. I don’t know why it’s named into one so easy to remember yet almost poetic, but the moment you hear it, you won’t forget it. Of course, I heard the name in Chinese first: ????
Even though it’s an unforgettable name, I never knew what it looked like until 2005.
I was fresh and new in the country of Canada. I had a boyfriend who I had met back in China. He is a French. My early years of new immigrant life were spent between Canada and China, and France and Switzerland, where he had homes. On top of our mutual interest in travelling which had originally brought us together, in those early years of my new immigrant life when I was supposed to be physically more in Canada (1095 days out of 4 years in Canada to apply for citizenship), we met up in Burma, Vietnam, Nepal, Bhutan, Mexico, and Peru. You may wonder why I had bothered to immigrate to Canada when I was developing a stable relationship with a French person.
First published in 1947 and then translated into more than seventy languages, Anne Frank’s diary has been known worldwide for many decades. We all have heard of it. But honestly, I never felt compelled to read it, imagining there might be more hype and political importance than an actual good book.
My first session is generally twenty minutes longer than the follow-up sessions because it takes some extra time to know someone, the conscious and the subconscious mind, to check their hypnotisability, and to do the initial trance work.
Occasionally I’d meet someone who can get the entire benefits of hypnotherapy in their first appointment for a much shorter time.
Marsha is such a person.
Many people I come across understand that many of their issues—whether emotional, mental, behavioural, and perhaps even physical—can come down to a lack of self-confidence. Heather, my new client had just come to see me about her body-image and perceived difficulty in dating when I mentioned she may just lack a little confidence.
“Yes, I know that!” she exclaimed. And then she looked at me innocently, as if she was asking me, “Now what can you do Kemila to bring some confidence to me, through the magic you know that’s called hypnosis?”
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.
Brenda’s Teardrop is her ego. The ego is the mind-made entity that consists of a bundle of thoughts that occur frequently. In the bundle of thoughts are all the things that we’ve identified with ourselves – job positions, relationships, accomplishments, disappointments, our successes and failures, what other people think of us, all those thoughts form in the mind. They come together and congregate in a bundle. These congregated bundles of recurring thoughts become the place where we derive our sense of self. It is a story-based entity – The Me and my story. And the story is called “My Life”. My life becomes a mental construct. The way we interpret memories.
It was through my brother, as always, that I heard the news of my mother’s hospitalization. On WeChat, he said it happened after midnight. An ambulance took her to the hospital.
As usual, I read it, and marked it as “Okay I hear you”. I didn’t want to ask all those detailed questions that would burden my already stressed out brother. I let him talk, when and what and how. And I said, “Okay I hear you.”
Upon arrival for her appointment, I asked what she’d like to work on. Navneet said she felt lonely, and that she had a fear of being alone. Five years ago she broke up with her boyfriend. Ever since then she didn’t have much success finding a partner. There are trust issues. She doesn’t feel safe.
