When Did I Give Up My Mind to Science?

The more I engage in the practice of hypnosis the better insight from my unconscious I sense.  Things are starting to look amazing.  I hope you agree before they take this down !

Grab a coffee and enjoy a read that could change your life for the better instantly.  I will point out some simple clues to recovery, and explain in easy terms the mind, brain, science and snake oil.  To achieve this will you allow me to reframe some of the more traditional thinking?  If nothing else but for a moment of emotional relief from the strict confines of medical science I want to show you there may be another reason for mental illness epidemic we are seeing destroy families across the nations.

If the diagnostic model for mental illness has been working for you and the treatment programs you have been offered appeal to you, keep doing what you are doing and please don’t let my ideas offend you.  I have no intentions of changing anyone’s mind or method of treatment, I only share to inform another perspective that we could look at for the thrill of possibilities.

Well we have to give credit where credit is due.  The pharmaceutical trillion dollar industry has done a very good job on making sure we think mental illness is a permanent part of life, that without drugs the situation is hopeless. Labels and mind and mood altering drugs have become the new way to deal with problems for all ages of people, from the elderly being most likely to be on a psychiatric drug (Vancouver Sun states 97% of elderly); women next followed by children being the most common consumers before men.  We are rapidly giving in to sickly diagnosis of incurable mental illness which can come within minutes of sitting in front of a doctor.  How can they know you have a Serotonin problem when they can’t even be bothered to take a blood test?  They say mentally ill people need drugs to balance something, but have never proven the imbalance to the individual.  I know I’ve been offered and accepted anti-depressants by almost every single doctor I encountered beginning in about 1998.  At first we are told it was for only three months, then I must find another way to peace.

I use to blindly (not using my own senses) believe a man (or anyone) could know what is wrong with my body and mind without a scientific test. How is that for giving up will to another?  How do we come to that place as equal partners to other humans?

It is a fact of life that the people feeling weak or vulnerable are at a risk of being led somewhere that works against their own good senses for a satisfying life experience.

It is no secret in my community that I present myself as appalled at the current way we treat mental illness in Canada. To me it is not only keeping people sick, it is contagious through the family and generations to come.  Popping pills is NORMAL and we wonder why kids need drugs to cope and find their own way to get the job done.

Addictions continue to take over the will and lives of good people who become dependant on everything and everyone other than themselves.  We have much fear around trusting our own good judgement and intuition on how to live, and live well.

I think we have turned our will and our lives over to the power of others – is that what we are suppose to do?

Can it make us sick?

See if these unconscious bits of wisdom that comes to me doesn’t appeal to your better judgement:

Depression can be the best thing that ever happens to a person. It is a message from the unconscious that a sense (or more than one sense) is out of balance and needs attention.  It could be a spiritual emergency.

Self medicating is not going to help in the long run because it shuts down the part of the brain that is suffering, the right hemisphere.

Right brain is where ideas, emotions, and creativity for problem solving live.

Recovery becomes next to impossible to tap into while on long-term acting anti-depressants, which are designed to dull the senses for emotional pain relief.  Drugs are supposed to inhibit sight, sounds, feelings, tastes and smells to protect the patient from…life.

What is less known is the pharmaceuticals also affect the senses of sexual arousal, hunger, insight and sometimes common sense – putting children at risk of being neglected or placed in dangerous situations, depending on how strength legally prescribed drug the parent is taking.  Just because they do not give a ‘high’ does not mean those senses aren’t blocked.

Living with dulled senses for any length of time is not healthy to any reasonable thinking person.

In my opinion the whole chemistry theory simply cannot work for a spiritual energy, but this isn’t the first time I’ve sensed people in authority were wrong.

Like the time my pastor insisted (and I willingly believed) women bleed because of a punishment from God, and my role on earth was to serve man.  No wonder I was tired, ashamed, and felt hopeless.

Ideas may not flow to the blocked mind and yet that is where our true answers live. Think of depression as a clear signal that change is needed in some area of life.  If we cannot hear what the sense of depression is saying, how on earth can we end the pain and grow forward?

The imagination is what gets folks into trouble and it is what leads the way out.   But if we have no ability to imagine the best for ourselves we risk manifesting what we are imagining in the darkness.

I ask you to begin to deliberately imagine a better life you can enjoy.  You are allowed to fantasize the best for yourself besides in sexual situations!

To exercise your very own intuit; find a creative outlet that seems like fun to you. Colour, draw, write, or otherwise focus on something that will take you out of your head and in new light, so to speak. Play, pretend, enjoy something, no matter how small – as often as possible. Decide what is enjoyable for you, and do that.

Give up the control and responsibility of everyone else for extended periods of time – and never let anyone control you away from your peace.

Please become aware of the tapes you play in your mind about yourself, your life, and your problems.

The more we tend to focus, obsess, worry, the more of the same will we seem to bring about. For example, thinking about fat all day long will literally create more fat!

Maybe you can’t control the world at large, but you can get yourself into good mental shape if you think you matter enough.

Imagine you are responsible for one life and if you can manage that you pass the test and win.

If you build a foundation that works for you everything else will fall into place.

The universe will respond to your energy and reveal opportunities that will show you what you are really made of when connected to yourself.

If you are depressed because you didn’t learn solid coping skills, or were not really conditioned to sense a healthy image of self, please know that you are not permanently damaged! DON’T LET ANYONE TELL YOU THAT, please.

It is never too late to change your imagination and gain these tools to thrive in life in a manner that actually works for you.

Begin to allow the idea that you are much more than this. Inside of you is a miracle just waiting to be revealed I promise.

I’m winding down:  This one is going to be hard for you, I know: But,

Be gentle with yourself, okay? No more tough love.

Chances are others were not always gentle with you and you’ve learned very well how to take over the emotional whippings.

Or, if you tend to be hardon others around you – maybe leave them alone.

Live. Let live. Let go. Grow.

Clear the fearful, shamed or angry energy in any way that works for you.

Aren’t you sick of people being mad at you, giving you unwanted advice, meddling in your business like you don’t have a lick of sense yourself?

Take yourself back at any time by speaking up against control.

Set boundaries.  We teach people HOW to treat us.  Teach them well.

Don’t do to others what you wouldn’t want done to you.

The stress of everyone else’s emotional reactions is just too much so please don’t inflict unnatural fears and worries on others to pick up

And don’t let anyone do it to you.

Remember, you are responsible for ONE soul this journey.

Treat yourself and others kindly, keep a clear conscience for peace of mind.

I ask that you never push yourself to do what you are not ready to do. You will know when you have had enough, and not a moment before.

Go with flow, not against it

Don’t be afraid or ashamed to seek out help in a way that makes good sense to you.

Depression is sick, not stupid.

Use your senses of insight to make decisions about how you want to get your life back.

Ensure the person or program you seek assistance from respects you as an individual, and has uplifting, motivating, inspirational ways to get you to your life recovery.

Recovery does not have to be mean, harsh, or punishing. In fact, if it feels nasty the odds of it working is unlikely

Stay away from fads and fashions that have no clinical results.

People spend thousands of dollars trying to find the easiest, less painful way to self and end up with the least success.

Hypnotherapy is fast, it is safe, it is lovely and it works – but if the client is not willing to put any effort into the treatment – well, you get out of anything what you put into it.

Research and then ask yourself for the best answer on the kind of help you seek from others.

Talking about your problems is good. Once is enough.  After that you are beating a dead horse.

Going on and on and on is embedding the issues into the unconscious creating bad feelings all day long.

One good idea is to stop focusing on how you got to this place, and ask yourself what the solutions might be.

You know everything if you take the time to ask yourself. Isn’t it time?

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Please like and share if you find this helpful.  I am soon going to be producing a video blog so that I can just say all of this with my face right there for you to get to know. Let’s start talking about some other solutions than what we are currently being offered by the medical establishment.

Be like me; take back control over your comfortable happy life 🙂

Cherylann Thomas, BASc.Crim., CH,t is a Clinical Hypnotherapist working out of the Family Wellness Centre in West Kelowna, BC. She has made a name for herself specializing in grief, loss, depression, anxiety and believes she is successful because of her amazing story of how she came to be at peace with some serious life situations that would bring most to their knees.  Cherylann copes happily with anything that comes her way today. She says, “Bring it!” to life challenges because she has a sincere belief that no problem is ever too big it cannot be fixed!

 

Another Broken Angel Grows New Wings! Hypnotherapy True Case That Will Even Get YOU Thinking!

This could be my story.  But it’s not.  I am but a conduit to an amazing transformation in a woman I want to share with you.  The background is very similar to my own so I feel blessed that I am able to witness yet another hypnotherapy miracle in action!  Be forewarned, you may cry while reading some of this story, but at the end you will feel tears of joy for this lady!

75 year old *Beth came to me utterly broken.  She was unable to speak almost, so very sick with emotional despair after the loss of her husband of some 55 years, preceding and following other piled up trauma that seemed impossible to work through and heal.  It has been five years since his death but her symptoms were not improving with time.

I prayed to our Universal God for help to work with this client who seemed so frail and lost sitting in my big chair at the studio. I secretly pray for help with all of my clients but this one I really wanted to see results as soon as possible.

Her story is alarming.  I do not believe in all of my years of counselling, life skills coaching, and as a Clinical Hypnotherapist to have heard such a horror story in a childhood background!  Sexual molestation from infancy to teenager.  Physical abuse.  Maternal neglect.  When Beth shared some of her stories with me I cried inside for that poor innocent child within this elderly, yet stunningly so youthful, lady before me.

Beth was somehow able to tuck all of her hurt and pain away for a life with her husband, whom she married when she was only 15 years old.  She never told *Doug that he actually saved her very life in that house of horrors she was raised in.  She didn’t tell him any of it until her parents were dead.  He would have killed them, that she knew.  She loved and appreciated her loving husband from saving her, loving her unconditionally, and protecting her for 55 years.  Together they made a home, raised children and grandchildren, and grew to depend on each other for everything.

She was 70 when he died.  Five years ago.  Her world collapsed although the death was expected.  During his dying journey, Doug, no matter how sick he was, got out of his bed and stood with his arms open to give his wife a hug in appreciation for her love and nursing.  He could barely lift his head up in the end.  But no matter what every night she would walk in to find him standing at the end of the bed wanting to hug his beloved wife.

And then he died.  My client was utterly and completely lost.  What can she do to survive the rest of her years when all of her life she had Doug to lean on!?  As it does in too many cases it really got deathly scary for my client.  Suicide ideation became a living nightmare. The trauma from childhood all rushed back as so often does in cases like this…compounded with her her lifeline, her husband, leaving her by dying…was just too much.  And just when you think this is all anyone could stand another worst case life event happened: Beth’s grandson (of twins) passed away suddenly at the tender age of 22!  Losses tend to pile up in enormous proportions for some souls.

I can’t remember how Beth found me, but she did.  Sitting in that chair the first day with her tears rolling down her face, stifling back sobs I so wanted to prove to her she was much more than all of the pain.   I told her my story.   Beth listened with wide eyes as I shared my own journey to self-actualization.  She saw me, sitting there, all fine and dressed and alive and thriving — and about to show her how to feel the same peace in her core, her heart.  I talked of my beloved deceased son,Trevor, who died a horrific death at the age of 25.  I told her the truth, that after his death people seemed to leave me in droves.  My own family.  I said I began to realize my family was never my real family…that I suffered emotional abuse and neglect from the time I was born and because it was all I knew I let it happen all the way up until my late 40s.  I shared how hypnotherapy connected me back to life.  Beth said she instantly believed I could help her and we began.

Beth first signed up for a series of hypnotherapy sessions designed to approach her unique challenges.  We had a lot of work to do so she committed herself to yet another series while her growth was emerging.  Ten sessions in all.   Before we began the progression to emotional wellness she made the decision that she wanted to, and was worth healing.  She had to be on board for emotional empowerment or none of this would work.  Beth’s ‘girl’ (unconscious strength, power, confidence and control) was ready to get down to business and she let her conscious critical mind take a rest as she explored and healed her incredibly wounded child within.

It took work to build a willingness to look at that what must be looked at.  But we got there.  Using various hypnosis therapies we got through the clutter, pain, extremely difficult emotional responses from life events.  Eventually, within a few weeks, Beth realized her own mission and internal power to make it happen.  After only a few hypnotic / therapy sessions she was amazed at what she was now feeling (energy, confidence, self-esteem, hope, faith, passion for life)!

She Prepares to Fly on her Own!

After Beth completed seven sessions she told me she was considering learning hypnosis and hypnotherapy to work with the elderly, especially those in hospice.   It seems all folks in pain and despair are offered by doctors these days are drugs to stunt feelings; to essentially just shut them up.  Nothing is done about the feelings and troubling emotions and anxiety that come with ageing.  The medical community just mask it all up and somehow think it will go away.  It doesn’t.  It never goes away if drugged.  Beth gets that now and wants to get out there to make a difference with her peers!

Beth has been intimately practicing hypnosis in my therapeutic chair, and the results are so empowering has now signed up to take a course in Vancouver to make herself a Certified Clinical Hypnotherapist!  Will you please think about this for a moment and understand the magnitude of the healing in this soul?  75 year old Beth’s goal is to either work or volunteer to in hospice or palliative care using hypnosis to relieve the emotional pain that goes with dying!   I can assure you of this fact, Beth, if ANYONE can and will make this happen for her clients.  She is alive.  She is thriving…and because of her upcoming career she is going to continue to spread her angel dust every where she goes.  I am blessed to know this amazing woman!

People of trauma do make the best healers.  If they can find a way to recover emotionally and mentally they seem to want to give back the same gift.  That is how I found my way to my humble hypnotherapy practice.  Every day I get to go and work with people just like Beth and facilitate them back the life they were intended to have!  How FREAKING LUCKY can I get!!!

I have tears in my eyes tonight as today was the last professional hypnotherapy session I’ll have with Beth.  She is strong.  She is confident.  She has the internal power to make anything happen that she wants.  We decided to keep in touch and it will be my pleasure to continue to know this amazing amazing woman, who came from a place so painful even I couldn’t imagine; and yet is able to find a new life passion at 75 years of age.  THAT’S A MIRACLE FOLKS!

We are all miracles when we decide to heal the past.  God bless anyone in pain as they read this.  If you cannot afford hypnotherapy please go to YouTube (not the entertainment kind, that never lasts and barely anyone can be hypnotized in that fashion) and learn about the process for yourself.  Dr. Brian Weiss has some really good inductions you can gain peace from.  You will be amazed at how strong your mind is when you learn how to get rid of the old clutter and teach yourself to love and have self compassion instead of fear, guilt, worry, resentment and the uglies that have no place destroying an otherwise good life and potential journey.

Thank you Beth, for touching me so deeply with your life experiences.  You amaze me…I am in awe.  Doug is looking down on you and doing his happy dance for your new chapter in this lifetime.  That is a fact!

  • Names and certain unimportant details have been altered to protect my client.

Note:  There are some countries/states/provinces who do not permit hypnotherapy to be used for depression and anxiety.  I guess those places want to support the local gazillion dollar pharmaceutical conglomerates.  Sorry for my cynicism in advance!  The good news is many licensed psychiatrists and psychologists have hypnotherapy certification as well, and are certainly allowed to work with trauma.  Please do some research.

Proven results!
“The greatest success in providing lasting change occurred with hypnosis (93% recovery after 6 sessions), followed by behaviour therapy (72% recovery after 22 sessions), and then psychotherapy (38% recovery after 600 sessions).” –Alfred A. Barrios, PhD in Psychotherapy Magazine, Volume 7, Number 1

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Cherylann Thomas, B.Sc.Crim.,CH,t is Registered with the International Medical and Dental Hypnotherapy Association.  She specializes in cases of depression, anxiety, fears & phobias, panic, grief, loss, abandonment, childhood trauma…as well as weight loss and other self-defeating habits you care to say goodbye to.  Call for more information by visiting her website at http://www.mindmiracleshypnotherapy.ca or like her on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/mindmiracleshypnotherapy

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What if Your Wounds Lead You To Your Purpose?

What if there really is a good reason for our emotionally painful life experiences? What if it was to prepare us for our journey to come?

At the cell level of my being I understand pain, fear (terror), resentment, loneliness and even envy of what others had and I did not. I use to think I was one of the most unfortunate souls to walk the earth, the mother of a child who died. While I once said giving birth to a baby was painful; I soon learned I would experience even harsher torture when I had to give Trevor back 25 years later.

When I did begin to investigate to find out why I couldn’t seem to find any emotional peace in my life I realized that the image of myself was all wrong for me. I didn’t belong there. I was better than that. I didn’t fit in the not so merry place of victimland where “Oh Woes Me” could be heard for miles. After a while I never really felt comfortable in that role and I somehow sensed there had to be more for me.  I recalled when I was a 16 year old mess my stepmother looked in my eyes, deeply, and said, “Cheryl, you are special.  Don’t ever forget that.”   I hung onto those words because I needed them for a lifeline from time to time, and they are the words I clung to when I decided to throw caution to the wind and find my own truth.

It was hard because I have a whole shitload of trauma and drama most people would never be able to lift out of. If you knew my complete story (and some of you reading do); you would all understand if I just packed up my bags and lived in self pain for the rest of my miserable life. YOU would be compassionate and understand, but I somehow felt there was better for me.

I had to get tough with myself. No more lying inside to attempt to make myself OR SOMEONE ELSE feel better. That didn’t work. No more lying and secrets, shame and stuffing. Time to get real. When I finally did GET IT I was pleasantly surprised to find my own Truth is actually very special. Who I am. What I am. And where I am going all became very clear to me. I know now I’ll never look back.

My new attitude doesn’t mean I don’t still hurt myself from time to time with my own human impulses.  And I can get just as reactive as the next guy (sometimes that show really looks ridiculous), but today I look at it like I make mistakes, but I am no longer ‘a’ mistake.  And I ignore set backs.

Sometimes the worst of the worst has to happen to us before we are ready to use available tools (and there are options for everyone when we look) to recover from trauma.

I learned I had to stop being a baby and to realize I am not the only suffering soul. There are people out there far worse off than me and when I open my eyes and see how much I really do have I immediately have emotional peace.

I should be more compassionate at times when I see the whining and crying over everyday minute solvable things; I realize it irritates me only because I was there too and perhaps I’m mad at myself for not understanding sooner.  Petty gossip to reduce your friend just about drives me around the bend. We don’t take responsibility anymore. Everything is everyone else’s fault or we are a victim of circumstances. What if you are suffering because you like to? Perhaps this is what your psyche is use to and so you keep doing it?

I suggest we are better than that, under the clutter. You (yes you!) are an amazing person with a potential for an amazing mission. Lift up out of the bowels of emotional despair and find your hero within.  When this is achieved I suspect you too will find your wounds actually do lead you to your exciting life purpose.  The walls will all come down and you’ll not only think outside of your old box, you’ll see there is no box at all!

That’s my message, that’s all. I don’t want to pick on anyone feeling down and out.  It would hurt me if I knew my message hurt someone who is feeling powerless right now. My intention for writing today holds two thoughts: 1. I like to share to inspire people up, and 2. I like to vent (sound out my passion) this way. I find it therapeutic. 🙂  If this did not suit your story that is fine too. ❤

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Cherylann Thomas, B.Sc.Crim, CH,t is a seasoned Clinical Hypnotherapist practitioner working out of Wesk Kelowna, BC Canada. She specializes in mental illness resolution including depression, anxiety, mood disorders, grief, loss, sexual abuse, childhood trauma.  Cherylann is trained using the latest therapeutic hypnotic techniques including suggestion, regression, PLRegression, Parts and Cords therapies for habits, loss and abandonment.

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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.

Do you like this article?  Please share with your friends and help spread the word of hope for the ones who thought there was none.

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Cherylann Thomas, B.Sc.Crim CH,t is now a Clinical Hypnotherapist registered with the International Medical and Dental Hypnotherapy Association.  She specializes in helping her clients resolve anxiety, depression, grief, loss and abandonment, weight loss, fears and phobias.  Cherylann has an extremely important ingredient to her successful therapy practice: Personal experience.  Non judgmental and compassionate, you can count on her to help you find the root of your internal conflict; your Truth.

Now available on Skype.  Please visit her website at http://www.mindmiracleshypnotherapy.ca and come like her Facebook page! http://www.facebook.com/mindmiracleshypnotherapy

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What is Hypnotherapy and How Does it Work?

Hypnotherapy is the fastest leading drug free process for improving mental and emotional conditions that keep folks stuck.  So, what does it mean and how does it work?  AND…can you be hypnotized?

This form of therapy goes back to 3000 years in Greece. The priests of the day had sleep temples and soul healing was done for suffering patrons.   In the early 1900’s hypnosis as a therapy was used by the new psychiatrists of the era to save clients from their own crazy imaginations. In the 1970’s the technique came back bountiful as psychiatrists found the process was favorable in ending fears, phobias, anxieties and negative habitual thoughts, feelings and behavior.  Here, in the early 2000s, hypnosis and hypnotherapy are widely used around the world by forward thinking psychiatrists and therapists to help clients get to the root of internal troubles, as an alternative to medication and/or talk therapy for emotional relief.

People find this powerful meditative process an amazingly simple way to finding the inner core of oneself, to remove all unnecessary critical conscious mind stuff that goes on, and see ourselves for what we really are.  Beautiful. Strong. Confident and in control of everything we think, feel, and do.  In hypnotherapy we find our purpose. Our passion. Ourselves.

So how does Hypnotherapy work?  

Break down the word to Hypno (sleep) and Therapy.  When we feel stressed our bodies’ tense up.  So the first order of business is to put the body to sleep.  We get use to feeling mind stress and later don’t understand why we develop joint or muscle pain, or headaches and other physical issues.  Our bodies need more healthy rest.

Hypno is about putting the body to sleep.  The Delta level of sleep, same as bedtime sleeping.  The body feels extremely heavy, that even if you wanted to open your eyes you couldn’t — you’re relaxed too much to want to move your body in this wonderful rest.  30 minutes of hypnosis is valued at 8 hours of bedtime sleeping for the body.  It is extremely good for you, much like meditation.   If your brain is hooked up to a sleep meter, it will show it is Delta asleep.

How do you know you were hypnotized?

When you emerge from a hypnotherapy session you may find your eyes have watered — we do leak from the eyes at Delta…you know how you wake up in the morning with little crusty’s around the tear ducts?  The same happens in hypnotherapy.   We may feel our hands and feet tingle, our internal furnace goes up, or down.  The best way to know you have been hypnotized is the amazing change you suddenly feel; capable of mastering anything you set your mind to.  Instead of telling yourself “No I can’t” you begin to allow yourself to think, “Yes I can!”

I Don’t Want to Lose My Control by being asleep during therapy! Doubters may wonder.

Your mind is AWAKE.  You hear what is going on around you, you can do your best mental work while ‘asleep’ and your hypnotherapist will guide you to the root cause of whatever problem you want stopped, or whatever part of you you want to be better.   Using metaphors, visualizations, emolizations, and your own wonderful creative imagination will turn any weakness into a strength during hypnotherapy.

Hypnotherapy cannot be done on someone without their expressed permission.  

All hypnosis is self hypnosis.  If hypnotherapists could make someone do something against their will they would be the rulers of the earth!   Perhaps you have seen the entertainment hypnosis on stage, in front of an audience.  A very small percentage of us can go into hypnosis in that manner.  Only 20% of the population, in fact.  So if 25 people go up to the stage, only five will stay and be hypnotized, dancing around like a chicken or some other fun spectacle. If the Hypnotist told the participants to go out and kill someone, or themselves, or give him or her money…the buck would stop, the unconscious mind would emerge and stop it.  The unconscious mind keeps us safe, always.

You may not be one of the 20% who accept suggestions for entertainment! 

The good news is 100% of non brain damaged folks CAN be hypnotized in a therapeutic environment.  All it takes is a willingness to follow relaxation of the body processes, and to use your beautiful imagination in a creative, profound and meaningful way.  Your therapist shows you that bleed on your heart, or some inner pipe that may be cracked or broken, or some lack of self control disconnect; and then guides you to proven self-healing techniques.  You really are your own best physician!  

There are several types of Hypno-therapy processes including Suggestion Therapy, Neuro Linguistic Programming, Parts Therapy, Regression, PLRegression, and Cords therapy for grief and loss.  Your practitioner will know what technique(s) would work best for you.

Cherylann Thomas, B.Sc.Crim, CH,t is registered with the International Medical and Dental Hypnotherapy Association.  She specializes in helping her clients end depression, resolve anxiety, remove phobias and unnatural fears, grief, loss, and weight loss.  Skype service is now available.

For more information visit http://www.MindMiraclesHypnotherpy.ca and call to schedule your Hypnosis or Hypnotherapy session today!

You are better than you think.

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A Fistful of Dimes!

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I’ve been talking to my friends about these dimes I keep finding all over the house in places dimes shouldn’t be.  It’s so obvious it gets stupid sometimes…but it reminds me of the years immediately following my son’s death, I would find dimes in the strangest places…so many times I took notice.   I never heard of such blessings before; other than the cliché, Pennies From Heaven. but what’s with dimes, I wondered?

A few years into the dime gifts, I remembered something, and an awareness washed over me like a warm, loving blanket: Just one month before his death, on May 27th, I made a gift to my son for his 25th birthday. For some reason that birthday I wanted to make him a HOMEMADE cake, not an easy fix store-bought one anyone can buy.

Sidenote (squirrel) I like to share I am an amazing cook and even can my own stock, soups, stews, and even my girls’ dog food; but I know I have zero skills in the baking department (see the cake in question below). My son laughed so hard at my well-intentioned attempt but held it all back by covering his face with a birthday hat.

But wait, there was more to this homemade birthday cake: At the time I was formulating the type of cake I would make (choosing from a variety of boxed Betty Crocker cake mix), I remembered the delightful surprise of getting coins in my cakes as a child growing up. Well, either I got them or I saw a friend’s cake full of money once. I don’t remember precisely where the coins in a cake idea came from in my history, but I knew I wanted to put some DIMES in my son’s cake this year! And so I wrapped several dimes in wax paper and slipped them in his cake.  This memory / connection completely slipped my mind until years after Trevor’s death.

Trevor's dime cake

For some reason I was feeling very nostalgic and just wanted to give my son a homemade cake I had never given him before, with a surprise of dimes, representing my wish for peace, happiness, and abundance for his future, inside my homemade cake!

I know it’s taking a leap about the coincidence of dimes in his birthday cake and me finding a bunch of dimes after he passed. But keep reading…and these coinkydinks keep getting curiouser and curiouser.

So, that was a lovely sensation of understanding about my dime situation all those years ago. But now, here they are back. In the last few months I’ve again found a multitude of dimes, usually singularly. Today I was at a 7-11 store and my coin change for $5.12 worth of two beverages, was a fist full of dimes!  The clerk apologized repeatedly, as I starred with mouth wide open at what he had given me, him stating dimes was all he had for change.

Thanks to witness and photographer Arlana Tanner Sibelle, I have a photo of my dimes I am sharing here!

When I got home from our outing at the Penticton Angels and Fairies Expo (I can’t make this stuff up, because that is where I was all weekend), and pondered my blessing of all those dimes today in one fell swoop, another awareness washed over me, and I had to check my calendar!

Sure enough, today is June 14th: and is the last date I saw my son alive.  That day, June 14th, 2003, I was watching Trevor pack up his 1985 BMW (a wedding gift from his in-laws) with his final belongings from our house. Gary, Ximi, Trevor and I were chatting, hugging goodbye, chatting again…hugging again. In just two weeks Trevor would be starting his heavy duty mechanic career at International Trucking in Edmonton. Ximi was going to ‘nest’ their new apartment until the fall, when she would return to school to complete her Tourism Management Degree. Her dream was to open a club.

I was so happy for these young pups, who had struggled so hard to get to where they could finally begin a life together with new blessed beginnings.

After a final kiss and squeeze, the kids piled in the packed car. Slowly driving away, they both had their arms sticking out of the windows, waving goodbye. My husband and I hugged each other, walked up the steps back to our house, and something sharp shifted inside of me. I felt horrible, and no understanding as to why. I wasn’t one of those clingy mothers who would suffer severe empty nest syndrome; that’s not the way it felt.

The truth is, I knew. I didn’t know I knew until two weeks later, when, on June 28, 2003, my son was taken from us in a car accident. Today’s that anniversary of the last time I held my son. Today I got a fistful of dimes.

I never thought I would recover such a traumatic loss, of my only child.  But I have.  I now understand he was a gift for me, for a wonderful 25 years.  I cherish those memories, and believe I am who I am today because of his birth, and because of his death.

About Love and Loss and How I Overcame

About Love and Loss and How I Overcame

I wrote this yesterday for my personal Facebook page.  I decided it was worthy of including in my business practice as well; so here is a glimpse into the reason why I became a Clinical Hypnotherapist.  It really is very personal to me, and my dream is to help others lift out of hopeless despair in my work — because I, of all people, know that peace of mind is available for everyone, because it was possible for me.   I hope you enjoy this part of my story:

It’s my son’s birthday tomorrow. He would have been 37.

May 26, 1978 …Was the last day of my life as I knew it. From that date forward I would never be the same again. I was 18 years old, 127 pounds, and about to give birth to a 6 pound, 13 ounce healthy baby boy. The difference this birth would make to my life was so incredible, it felt spiritual.

I had no husband beside me. My boyfriend turned out to be in the closet gay and wasn’t handling it well; so he was never in the picture by his own choice. My stepmother held my hand. My father tried to stop my pain by offering vodka. My mother was 10 hours away as I was long ago a run-away teen. My best friend, Cindy, couldn’t be there because she had to cover my job as a full time nanny.

I was in labour for 72 hours. My body was very tiny and I was giving birth naturally. The Lamaze method was a new way to breathe back in the 70s. Some folks, not ones giving birth, I’m sure, said drugs were bad in childbirth. Was Lamaze a man? I wondered. I begged for the Demoral and finally got it.

As I became a new mother, I held a grade 9 education (although I did attend grade 10 — epic fail). I left a bad scene in my family home that I just could not tolerate anymore. And, I wanted to be free.  I was never free in my home.  I had no self-esteem, my primary feelings were anxiety, fear, sadness, loneliness, shame and guilt. I shake my head a bit as I realize that my poor baby didn’t have much of a chance, did he?

What made this event so spectacular was that for the first time in my life I would experience the sensation of maternal love. As I write this I get goosebumps just remembering looking at the utterly beautiful specimen in my arms and thinking, “Oh my God! How I love YOU!” I had no idea mothers felt like that! The new emotions were literally breath-taking. The blue skies opened up, the happy angels were singing, and all was right with the world.

It was a struggle. But this little guy, whom I named Trevor Thomas, kept me going like nothing else ever could. He motivated me to go back to school. I wanted a good life for Trevor and knew I’d have to go out and get it, and I did! In 1982 I met and married a good man, and we built a good life for our small family. We had all of the nice careers, homes and cars. From 1981 through to the late 2000’s I was building my career in the social/business sciences by educational achievements, involvement in politics and community organizations, and being a stand up employee and business woman.

I knew Trevor was watching me as he grew up. I knew he would only learn by me and whomever I allowed into our world to model for this child of mine. I wasn’t the best parent, I over-indulged my child and he did have some struggles with impulsivity and need for instant gratification as a result. I own that. I also feel a great deal of pride of how Trevor picked up some traits I value, openness, honesty, and compassion for others. He was all of that and more.

Trevor is the reason I am so very, very different than those dark days of youth. I couldn’t muster up enough sense of self to make something of myself, but this birth changed everything for me. It goes beyond any other kind of love I have had since. Gary and I were unable to have more children. I was told I was lucky I had my son at such a young age, because I had a serious fertility problem that would prevent any further completed pregnancies. Not many people know this about me, but I have had four pregnancies, only one birth. And that one didn’t make it 26 years.

My son was killed in a car accident in 2003.  I’ll leave that there for now…

Sadly, our marriage could not sustain the emotional roller coaster ride that followed such a trauma. After 25 years of marriage, we said goodbye, and I began my new life here, in the Okanagan.

Trevor made me get up and live before. Who was going to get me up now?

I am not going to lie, I went back to all of the ugly old emotions of my childhood days real quick. My coping skills were zero. Well, I think I had the tools (much of my career was in employment counselling and teaching lifeskills to income assistance recipients) but I just didn’t have the strength to bother using what my intellect knew I should do.

Standing up when you feel so utterly filled with grief and a sort of black fog is all around, with no light to be seen anywhere, is not easy when you don’t have much of a foundation to draw from. Trust me.  Some of you may already know what I’m saying.

Most who know me know I went down the psychiatric label and drug route for about five years after Trevor died. That was a mess. It sure didn’t get me anywhere in life, and at the end of the day, Trevor’s still not here with me. I had to deal with my emotions. I said, “If I have to live, I insist I live well.” No other options in my mind.

So, I picked up my pills, had a heart to heart — told them they doing it for me anymore and they had to go. (Insert warning: never, ever suddenly stop taking any psychiatric drug, find a friendly pharmacist who will help you wean off properly, your doctor won’t be helpful, in my experience, it is their job to push them as the best coping method).

The following piece was inserted for my personal friends’ understanding

I hope the paragraph below doesn’t sound self-serving, as I review it…honestly, all I have is my own real story.  My friends know I am a Clinical Hypnotherapist myself now, and I work with depression, anxiety and grief as specialties. My story is just not complete without me mentioning that at the risk of drawing attention away from the point of my sharing.

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The beginning of my second new life after Trevor’s death began to form in late 2007. I went south to White Rock to see a Clinical Hypnotherapist to hopefully find peace of mind and resolve my anxieties, and black depression. I heard the process of hypnotherapy was like counselling on steroids, and you get to the root of feelings light-years faster than the traditional talk therapy process.

I engaged in fourteen hypnosis and hypnotherapy sessions in sixteen days, and have never looked back.

I found Cherylann again. I found her strength, I found her power, I found her sense of self. I am okay, you know. A little sensitive sometimes, but generally calm, and at peace with myself and who I am.

I had another serious trauma happen in my world again in 2011, which is another book; but it seems nothing will keep me down because here I am, feeling confident, in control, calm.

Today Trevor continues to live in me as I remember his spirit, his love, his sense of humour, his kindness. He had a heart of gold and anyone who knew him will confirm. Trevor died because he completed his mission. I had this treasure for 25 blessed years, and today I say thank God I can feel again. I don’t have to pack my bags and live in grief anymore, but I can cry, and that, to me, is a gift I will cherish forever.

Conclusion

I am quite removed from that skinny emotional mess back on May 26th, 1978. The next morning, on the 27th, at 3:31 a.m. the whole world would open up for me, forever. For eternity, I am sure. Happy Birthday Trevor! I miss you as much today as I did yesterday, and the same as I will miss you tomorrow.

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Update

UNCONSCIOUS MIND at work as I sleep, OR TREVOR?  

I normally sleep very well at night.  Something woke me in the wee hours of the morning, it was still very dark but I didn’t see the time.  I felt wide awake and even restless, so I went to the kitchen to pour myself a drink of water (ice-tea).  I sat around for a few moments, turned the t.v. on, then off.   Decided it was probably way too early to think about staying up, so I went back to bed and fell on my back, eyes wide open.  So, I grabbed my Kindle to read a bit, maybe that would lull me back to sleep.  As soon as Kindle popped open the time flashed in front of me,  3:40 a.m.  It is my son’s birthday, and he was born at 3:31 a.m. on this day…I had been up for about 8-9 minutes, what are the typical conscious odds of me waking up at the exact time of his birth?  !