“There’s this woman in Portugal. She is meditating, asking for guidance regarding her relationship. I’ve urged her a few times that the relationship has already ended and it was time to move on, but she didn’t listen. This time I’m going to shower her with my energy. It’s easier when she meditates. When she feels my energy, she feels safe. Then the message may get through.”
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Audrey is a young woman who has started losing pigments since when she was 17 years old. As a result of that, she doesn’t look like her parents and siblings at all. Extremely fair skin and blond hair with big blue eyes, she is tall. There is a certain lightness in her manner, something unspeakably different about her, something out of place. I felt a little bit displaced by her energy. She did extremely well without making any effort in school. She also has memories of being on a ship, but there is nothing scary about it, as was reported by some other abductees. Instead, Audrey feels that is home. She cried in tears in hypnosis missing her “home”.
It was such an ease to work with Victor. Some people have that aura. I felt it when we had a Skype consultation, where he told me what he was at crossroads. He’d had a successful career over the last twenty years making video games. But there was constant stress to meet aggressive deadlines, and he would work very intensively for stretches of time, only to be laid off when the projects were over.
This time, he started to hesitate. Should he go back to making games? He knew he could easily do so, although he had begun finding the work itself less fulfilling. Or should he do something new?
Apollo chose to lie down on the couch. As he pulled the blanket over his body, he started to giggle, “This is real wow. It’s like a movie. Like I’m in a movie, on a therapist’s couch… hahaha…”
“Yes. Like a movie… And this movie starts here… continues somewhere else… ends in yet another surprising place…” My hypnotic tone started with the cue he gave me. As my speech slowed down, I matched his breathing. His eyes closed automatically in the comfort of the couch and my voice. I instructed his unconscious mind to take us to a favourite place…
Growing up, I often wondered, what happened to my music?
It was as if I was meant to be musical. When I was a child, I dreamt of singing on a stage.
Those daydreams were very real. I had them in detail.
Over six years ago, on a Car Free Day in Vancouver, I met someone who I could only use the words “my counterpart” to describe. Strange it may sound, it felt to me that he was me in another form. He is a musician – a singer song writer. Like a soul splitting into two, living simultaneous parallel lives, I felt he is fulfilling my music side of life, and I get to single-mindedly focus on what I came here to do. Hypnotherapy is musical after all, to my life.
And in this music, I feel so heard.
From a very young age, before I knew what I wanted to do when I grew up, I already knew for certain that I couldn’t do routines.
The idea that everyday is a repetition of a previous day would kill me.
Therefore you can imagine how much I enjoy what I do now.
In the hypnotherapy practice, I never know what I get with the next client.
Even though everyone is so unique, still some people impress me more than others, in different ways.
The Mongolian family are such people, not only because they are from Mongolia, not only because they never showed up alone, not only because they are all big, tall and strong as a typical Mongol, yet so very cute… But also there are things about them that long after their sessions, I still have a smile on my face whenever I think about them.
I’m so lucky to meet people in this meaningful way. Some people, they walk into my therapy room. We are literally strangers to each other, but we connect. I feel their light shining bright. I recognize them. I know them. I see them. I feel very excited to work with them. There is that mutual trust that transcends the first 30 minutes after we meet, and transcends maybe thousands of years. I don’t even hypnotize them. My voice began, and they went into a most beautiful trance.
I grew up up in China. And I still have memories of Sino-Vietnamese War. I was in my early teens. It was a huge event at the time. Short-lived as it was (It officially lasted for one month in 1979, though the armed conflict lasted for the next ten years), the war was brutal. We heard news everyday from the radio. Back in China, we called that Defensive Counterattack against Vietnam.
Eventually the collective memory of the war went into the file of forgiving. I visited Vietnam three times in my adulthood. My impression of the country was peacefulness with beautiful land and water, even though one could feel past memories still weighed heavy there.