How Can We Evolve From Depression? Can You Guess?

Are you ready to learn why we may be experiencing so much mental illness and addictive behavior?

What if I started by telling you there is nothing wrong with the sick at heart that a look at the root cause can’t fix?  Are you interested in getting to the bottom of emotional and mental imbalance? 

This discussion would be incomplete if I didn’t start off talking about what is literally making about half of the school population emotionally and spiritually sick.  For me I could not tolerate public education in elementary and secondary school and I’ve figured out why the place made me so very unhappy in spirit.

This is important and we need more empathy if our kids are going to get anywhere…

Trying to cope in a row style environment, remembering facts and figures was hard and boring to me.  I somehow knew I don’t need to know everything they want to force me to learn, I can teach myself how to think.  Get me to Grade four where I can problem solve, read, write, communicate with civil behavior and I’ll be fine.  I know now my learning style did not suit left brain academy at all.  I started off on the wrong foot.  The left one.

In Grade 1 we had these IQ testing standards and I remember the teacher saying as soon as we finished our exam booklet to quietly go outside until all of the other children were finished.  Well, that’s all Cherylann needed to pretend to answer all of them correctly as fast as possible without looking at the questions.  Just filled in the grey squares and off I go to play – first one out.

Of course the system thought I was disabled in some way from the beginning because of that first impression brought on by a little girl who just wanted to end the unhappy classroom experience.  From that moment on my life took a turn for the worse and lost years of education I’ll never get back.  I failed grade 2.  That was the first year I remember feeling a deep seated depression settling in my spirit.  No one had any confidence in me even though I could tell time before my brother who was two years older than me, and I was reading way beyond anyone else I knew.  I wrote poetry and was so good even my mother liked my written thought sometimes although she nor I saved anything.  It was rare for me to have any credit in school until I found my own way back starting at my age of 21.

Let me give you a couple of examples on how public school was no help in my emotional or academic growth.  Grade 8 Math said I did nothing that semester, and I finally dropped out of school in grade 10 after the huge disappointment I received from the one class I did like, English: We were told for 50% of the grade to write a book of poetry.  All different kinds, Haiku, Couplet, Limerick, Free Verse…omg I was in heaven!  Finally I was going to bring home an “A” rather than the usual D’s and F’s or Incomplete’s with “U” for Unsatisfactory effort.  Then the system kicked me in the ass right out the door when the assignment had an added requirement:  I had to illustrate each poem.  People who get my brain will feel my pain in the idea of drawing pictures!  It will RUIN EVERYTHING!  In the poetry there is passion, in my drawing we barely have a Kindergarten level ability of even staying in the lines.  It was a horrifying assignment that sucked all of my passion right out me until I found myself again.  I refused to illustrate those poems, wanting to show off my poetic art, and only received a C, and the teacher said I should have had an incomplete.  I am creative, but in my own unique ways that didn’t include fine arts.

So I did what any other free thinking right brain person would do, run away from home to escape the madness.  That’s a nice way to frame things but I want you to know my awareness about myself then was nothing like the self-awareness of I have myself today.  I was a worthless no value person who was filled with self doubt and even hatred, in my mind back in the day.  A bad girl in my mind, however mislead.

I look back today and am in awe of how my life came together so unconsciously perfectly well, and how I made it is anyone’s guess.  I am a miracle but that’s another story I’ll share another time.

Speaking of guessing and getting back to the spirit:

I think guessing is the secret to everything.  I am conscious of our right brain capabilities lately in my work as a Clinical Hypnotherapist.  I work with some seriously depressed and anxious women and men who are collapsing in the same left-brain oriented world that I almost drowned in before them.  All of this memory, order, perfection, lines, rules, technology, is making people sick.  We worship and embrace logical training and is now (or has always, I don’t know) the dominate force of our people.  It is the only side of the brain respected or valued in this, and most other worldly cultures.

The problem is men and women were created equal, but not the same.  It’s so obvious to me I can’t believe no one thought of this before.  We have such a completely different physical and mental mind it’s amazing no one said anything to make me think again about how important Math 8 would be, considering the trauma it caused my happy spirit. We need to ask why doctors only studied the male body for research until recently when female forms are the one’s with all of the tools for life?  How can they compare the sexes at all?  Why no man still understands a woman is because he isn’t one.  It’s part of the plan for us to be different, but we spend so much time trying to be the same as men instead of our own amazing selves.

This is where the exciting part comes in for women everywhere and to come – it turns out our part of the brain makes us the inventors of the world too!  We are Albert Einstein, Thomas Edison, and Alexander Bell, and all of the one’s who made this world what it is today because they were allowed to imagine things without shaming.  Airplanes and wild ideas of internet connect was just an idea floating around someone’s right brain.  The imagination.  If that imagination can connect with the senses for life; sight, sound, taste, smell, touch – and intuition – you can count on a manifestation in reality.  The creator.  That’s our gift.  We have ideas, imagination, and the creative passion within us that would make this world one hell of a place to live.  Almost perfection if you think about it. Being allowed to imagine is all it takes.

Can men be right brain oriented and women be left?  Absolutely.  It’s true more women are right brain feminine but there are many right brain masculine.  Gays, transgendered, ADHD (so-called) and other male types are right brain oriented in some areas and do not do well in school in many cases.   Unless they are little lobotomized to obedience or something.  The mind is is about spirit development, supposed to be, don’t you think?

The emotional imagination has been played with and manipulated for someone else’s benefit.  Not mine.  Instead of imagining and manifesting a good life for ourselves, we give the female sex up to the idea that we are born in sin.  Fear, shame, anger are learned into the consciousness, darkening the heart to sleep until you hardly know it’s there anymore.  This part of our being feels like it’s going insane.  The unconscious spirit just can’t take it anymore!  That’s what I think.

Imagine the imagination is exactly where your kind of wisdom is found?  And it’s beyond left brain limits – it is infinite in emotional intelligence.  The way we have evolved is an example…and it just keeps getting better.  But never to perfection.  It is infinite, flexible, relative, and does not know time.

The whole point is self-love and respect, and to count on you for your good life.  The spirit can only awaken to universal wisdom if we know it is there.  It is clear we have been led down the wrong road for our own spiritual sake with the judgement we place on men and women alike. It is never too late, and maybe all of our experiences was supposed to be how we were going to develop the soul all along anyway.

SENSES OF THE IMAGINATION 

How do you solve problems and then thrive?

  1. Guess.  If you don’t know the answer to something, use your imagination to figure out the problem.  You know.  You know everything.  The more you believe the more you know.  This is an amazingly fast way to open up the vault of the unconscious imagination.  You know things, you have had life, lots of your experiences will remind you of the answer and it’s all stored right there in the unconscious ready to be accessed if you’d just go to the guess channel.  I’ll tell you a secret, if you connect with yourself enough you might soon be connecting with your guides and the rest of the universe as well.

2.      Put yourself into trance regularly.  If you can’t see a Hypnotherapist then find a way to get out of your own way.  Music, arts, look into a fire, whatever…you know how, you know everything.  I have confidence in your innate talents and resources to put yourself into a calm state of mind where you don’t have to think for a while.   🙂

3.  When in a trace state of mind begin to dream and fantasize using the mind’s eye.  If you have difficulty understanding this, think of it as the same way you might have fantasies for sexual gratification, only this time you want to open up the juices of other senses for life.  To create your imagination with any kind of clarity the dark ego emotional nonsense has to be removed.  It’s okay, you don’t need them believe me.  You really have to be willing to give up a lot of the ego.  Use your imagination to balance the emotional senses.  It won’t hurt your sex drive to focus on another fantasy, it might even help.

Friends, as we evolve into this next age emotions are sparking everywhere and it is going to get worse, you can imagine.  This is your gift, your deal – emotions and they are love, compassion and empathy.  That’s the heart under the ego of fear, shame, and anger.  You feel unstable because you are waking up I suspect, and can sense things that go on in your life are not right, but can’t figure out what.  It’s right brain oppression and you’re only just beginning an amazing journey now.  It feels unstable because no one is agreeing with your thinking that you can hardly deny anymore.  Right brain people keep silent and I share from my heart to be an example of the opposite.  I hope you find your purpose and inspire others with your mind. It is special.  It is very special.  Finally.

For Suffering Sensitive Men and Women

You can come up with ideas to leave a controlling or abusive relationship.  Find a way because you are smart like that so do it.    Without consciousness the senses feel like insanity.

Men, they’re great too with their own unique talents, resources, and offerings to the world!  But not everything is all about men, especially when the main right brainers are indeed women who have been very badly neglected in life offerings and benefits, and we are beginning to know it.  I encourage the development of right brain education, in the way that suits the child’s spirit.  I tell big pharma that drugging beautiful minds with medication that stays in the energy 24/7 should be a criminal offense, if they only knew the damage it was doing throughout North America.

Instead of using the imagination to scare yourself to death, try to turn the imagination around for better results and watch yourself blossom into the butterfly you were meant to be. What do you think all of those pretty butterflies are trying to tell you when they flutter by?  Time to stand up and take your place at the table with all of the others now.  If no one has invited you to equality and good life, find another way.  You too will come up with all sorts of theories as you evolve. What if you are allowed?  XXOO

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Cherylann Thomas, BASc.Crim., CH,t is a Clinical Hypnotherapist in West Kelowna, British Columbia.

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Are You Driving Yourself Insane?

Warning: This article is graphic and may have triggers for some.

The most seriously mentally ill win the award for the best vivid imaginations.  They can conjure up all sorts of thoughts and ideas in their heads that are absolute nonsense, B.S. not proven, not even validated a little bit.  And yet we all, at one time or another, allow self-defeating thoughts to enter our consciousness, roll around and around as if it is the Truth, making it the Truth with added imaginary thoughts to confirm our righteousness in our lying positions.  There are degrees of mental illness, depending on the severity of the lies we try to hold onto.

This is personal for me.  When my only child, Trevor, died at the young age of 25, my imagination almost drove me to the brink of madness, if it didn’t once or twice (or too many times to count) in the years that followed his accident.  Where was he?  Did he go to hell?  He wasn’t a Christian and I know he was quite anti-religion period.  So, what does this mean for his future in death?  You can imagine my horror.  A mother is a mother unto eternity and she will always have the intuitive need to protect her young, even in death.

How can I go on knowing, based on all of my biblical and religious training, that Trevor was burning in hell!?  His car accident involved fire; lots of fire, 80% of his body was burned — what did I allow that little smidget of information about the accident do to my imagination?  You can only guess.  Finally, I went so far down the imaginary road of hell I actually believed for a while that I killed my son through my woeful anti-motherly neglect.

I allowed myself to remember every single parental infraction – that time I went off the deep end on him – and that look on his face, like he was slapped or something, was to haunt me forever now.  I worked too hard, went to school at night.  Belonged to every political and community organization that would have me.  I wasn’t there for Trevor.  He grew up to be killed over my early neglect.  More fantastical thoughts came and I let them buggers have a seat and get comfortable in the confines of my vulnerable mind too.  It was a party, complete with lots and lots of booze and pills to numb the fantasy when it got too much.

Soon, my imagination gave way to a complete emotional breakdown.  There was no where else to go.  Insanity, or death. That was it for me.  I was weaning off of anti-depressant, anti-anxiety, and even anti-psychotic drugs because I knew by then my life was a wasteland and not moving forward with them.  I didn’t want to feel drugged anymore.

In avoiding pain, I accumulated more of it.

Suddenly, clear thinking now, everything I had stuffed for almost five years came at me like a tidal wave.  My son was dead all over again.  My marriage ended in my oblivion, We lost access to our grandson.  We gained custody of our granddaughter. I was going bankrupt. Life was an utter mess and I was left to deal with it, chemical free.  The emotional pain was too much to bear, friends. And I made the decision to end it.  I could not tolerate the mental torture going on in my mind one more minute.  My thoughts literally drove me to insanity.

I chose death.

That fateful night I swerved hard-right onto a mountain wall speeding at 110 kmph (about 75 mph I think).  There was nothing but my car embedded into the mountain and me, as I was removed by emergency crews.  I was in shock, trying to comprehend a completely totaled car, and not a mark on my body or ache to my bones.  I didn’t tell the emergency crew who showed up in complete disbelief that I was alive, that I saw an angel in my steering wheel at the moment of impact.  The angelic face was as clear as the wall that I smashed into.

Everything made sense to me in that split second, that moment of impact.  I knew my time was not up.  No one goes until it is their time, and this was not it for me.

I suddenly had a mission.

I didn’t even stay in the hospital for much of a psychiatric evaluation (3 days mandatory I think).  I wanted to get home and get to work.  I had to completely destroy those drugs and get help.  I had to be honest with someone.  I killed my son and I needed to be punished out right, or just let me go. (Don’t ask, this is the stuff that was in my head.)  I knew I was at the bottom and there was no where else to go except up.  I said these very words to myself, “If I have to live, I insist on living in peace!”

I decided to start with hypnotherapy because I knew it was a stress relieving therapy, if nothing else, and I was filled to the rim with stress.  Little did I know that I would find myself in those 14 sessions.  I learned who I was, and more importantly, what I was doing to myself. The abuse I managed to give and take (from myself) was more than most people could bear.  I was allowing my imagination to be the Truth, when it was full of lies, judgments, misconceptions, ignorance, and being naive to the power of my own ability to drive myself insane.

My imagination got me into this mess, it also got me out!

So what is the Truth that set me free?  In the safety of hypnosis my therapist had me imagine Trevor was standing in front of me.  What would he say to me, regarding his upbringing?  Is it possible he would hug me? She had me imagine the words Trevor would speak, because I knew him the best, she said.   I sat and listened, …and the words he would have said came to me.  Wonderful love and support and compassion filled my head.  I was given my freedom back.  Imagining the Truth, the real Truth, brought me home.  I allowed my imagination to imprison me, punish me, and almost execute me.  Now I was using my imagination to understand the Truth.

In fact, my love for Trevor is the Truth.  The only truth that matters at all.  And my knowledge of his love for me is the same Truth.  There is no way my son would reject me, so I allowed myself to stop imagining he would.  My own worst case situation was a lying fantasy all along.

And hell finally left me alone.  Feelings of fear, worry, guilt, shame, anger, resentment, all receded, and were replaced with forgiveness, compassion and love.  Now, to me, only love is real.  Everything else is my enemy.  I seek out the Truth in all of my emotions, and every time, every single time, I win again.

We use our imaginations to scare ourselves to insanity, or death.  Now search for your Truth just by using your imagination to find it.  Believe in yourself.  Your good self.  Your real self.  Stop feeding the lies, and encourage the Truth in your own mind; it is what will not only allow you to survive, but thrive.

“That which can be destroyed by Truth, should be.” P.C. Hodge.

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Who is Your REAL Enemy?

When referring to enemies we often think they are the people who work against us, in social or employment situations perhaps. Enemies can be dangerous beings, creating problems for us in our communities, or work; and even family situations.  We don’t need or want enemies in our circles because to allow enemy-folk to linger around we can soon begin to experience self-doubt, confusion,  loss of energy, until finally there is loss of reputation in some cases.

But who is your real enemy?  

Dare to think of your enemies differently.  I suggest all of your enemies live within yourself.  Yep.  I said that. People seem to be completely unaware of how much stress weighs on our minds and bodies.  Stress comes from the enemy, and I’ll get to just what that is in a minute.  When we allow the enemy to reside inside of ourselves for any length of time without doing anything about it, even allowing it to grow…like a bad weed, we experience the exact same torturous sensations as if someone else had done damage to us.

The enemy are: Worry, Fear, Anger, Resentment, Shame, Guilt, Jealousy, Envy, Self-loathing, Rage.

Never under-estimate these enemies possibly residing in you!  The dark black energies can be absolutely powerful, torturing your mind with racing thoughts, self-delusions, constant tension.  Sometimes the extremes of these emotions lead people into serious depression and anxiety, requiring medication to try to dull some of the pain; sometimes worse, they choose suicide.  Sometimes the EMOTIONAL enemies can turn into an actual physical pain throughout the body, due to all of that stress being carried around.  Some lash out at others, all the way to murder.

People’s emotions create a lot of drama and trauma in this world so I beg to say they are important to deal with.

Whether you tend to beat on yourself, or lash out at others, the result is exactly the same.  Weakness, low self-esteem, extremely sensitive, unfocused thoughts, foggy brain and I could go on with the symptoms of ‘not dealing with feelings.’ If we don’t understand and deal with our own alarming feelings then we tend to push them away…down…down onto our precious subconscious mind who wants us healthy, happy, and free!

Sometimes the feelings get pushed down so much drugs (legal and street) or alcohol is needed to relieve the emotional pain. And yet the pain persists, eventually.

All the while our unconscious power-mind keeps attempting to get through to your conscious, critical mind.  The conscious mind is not who you are.  It is what you have learned.  This is what any other situation would call brain-washing.  We are conceived with the unconscious mind…providing us instinct and all we need at that birthing time…and would follow us to our death and crossing over.  This part of our new us feel our mothers first in the womb.

Then our conscious mind was born…learning how to be…Was your mom anxious?  Depressed?  Did she fly off in a rage every now and then?  What enemy was your mother struggling with?  Chances are you have invited the same bugger to live inside of you!  Perhaps you invited the stranger in after a serious life trauma, a loss, a death.  Were you raised to think you were a little more entitled than anyone else?  You may suffer with the enemy of jealousy, envy, and rage.  Maybe your family was poor, and stressed, and had no coping skills themselves, so allowed the enemies of all kinds to rage on in the circle.

What would happen if you agreed the enemy prevents you from THRIVING?  Would you be more willing to unload it?  Fix it?  Accept it?

The really interesting thing about these enemies is that we do not need them to survive!  Worried about your mortgage?  How about your children doing poorly in school?  Is your job at risk?  Think about this for a moment…you do not need the worry in these (or any) situation!  The worry is going to change nothing.   You can listen and respect the worry for what it is, but you don’t need to pack your bags and live in the worry to exist!  Let the worry go and get to work at what has to be tended to instead!

Sometimes the best looking families, the ones with all of the houses and cars and boats and vacations and 2.5 children and a little designer dog hold the darkest secrets of them all.  They learn how to put that shiny smile on for all of the world to see and envy, only to find inside is a hideous secret no one dares talk about.  You can bet mom is pill popping to deal and dad is indulging in a little too much whiskey in such a mess.  The children are acting out by indulging in risky behaviors…you know the families.  Sometimes the most beautiful looking family has the ugliest secrets.

I’ve said before and I’ll probably say it a lot, we have at least two notable minds, our conscious mind, and our unconscious mind.  Our unconscious mind is the holder of our first seed, the holder of all of our truths, whether we want to face them or not, and the part of ourselves that will allow you to soar…if you pay attention.  The unconscious mind keeps us safe while we are driving in a daydream (trance).  She or he will knock loudly on your conscious door if there is danger ahead…but we have to pay attention to it or risk regretting doing something.

Our unconscious mind does not like being stuffed upon, or drugged.  She loves to be listened to, and strengthens us every time we practice doing this and acting on what it is we must do, in spite of how hard it is. It’s our conscious mind, the one we think with right now that gets us in trouble every time. The one that is first critical and judgmental, ask questions later.  This is the mind that has been trained since our birth on how to think and feel…by our guardians.  Unless you have had a very strong, independent unconscious mind keeping your conscious mind in good moral and healthy check, we are at risk for mental illness when we let the enemy control our conscious mind.

Sometimes the energies of fear or anger or shame get so overwhelming, we don’t know where to begin to actually deal with something.

Listen to your enemies No enemy can do as much damage to your mental well-being more than your own emotions out of check. 

To find your advanced, beautiful, strong, and powerful self, I suggest you start by paying attention to your feelings.  As soon as an emotion comes over you, ask yourself what this is…what is it about?  Get real with it.  If your normal response is to push down unpleasant things, you are at extreme risk of mental illness problems down the road.  Of course some things can be let go, and we never feel it or let it disturb us again.  I’m not talking about those feelings, I’m talking about the chronic ones.  The one’s that keep you down and away from peace of mind and happiness.

I’ve said before, we need to feel it, to heal it.  Once you find that warrior courage to look inside and find what it is holding you back, and honestly take care of the matter once and for all, the breathtaking emotion of freedom will literally knock you off your feet.  I promise.

 

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