Kemila Zsange
Access your inner wisdomHypnotherapy & Counselling
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.
“One reason I love what I do is that I still get surprised at what comes up in a session, no matter how much I think I know.” As Clara was getting ready to settle into the hypnosis part of our session, for past life regression, I said to her, “For example, someone would come to see me for fear of water, it’s easy to assume that this person was drowned to death in another lifetime; or someone has a fear of height, it’s easy to assume this person died in another life from falling. Many times it was so, but sometimes it was not so, and then when the regression ends, it would all make sense, in a very different way.”
On Tomoko’s way out, I mentioned to her, “As you know, since you found me online, I sometimes write about my cases on my blog, when I have time to do so. I feel your story is write-worthy. Do I have your permission to write about your story? There won’t be…”
“Yes yes yes, of course.” Tomoko didn’t let me finish. I meant to say, “There won’t be any identifiable information on my blog.”
She went on, “You can write anything about it. Actually, I will write about it myself!”
Valentine’s Day is a time of love, a time when people express their love to one another. It can also sometimes be when they reflect on the relationship they have or would like to have. A common question people often ask themselves is “how much am I loved in a relationship?” But is this a useful question? Following are two little stories that that offer some perspective.
