However, after some intensive and inspired hypnotherapy from my favorite dragon, my brother, Curtis, I am back. It is amazing that people can talk to you and reason with you and either your heart understands and your head doesn't, or vice versa. But after speaking to my subconscious, through the hypnotherapy, all things seem to make sense. It kind of aligns my heart, my mind, and my spirit and they harmoniously lead me into the light once again.
Here's something I wrote the other day when I was in the thick of the darkness:
I've always fallen victim to love's betrayal and risen from the ashes to soar again, but this time, the reviling stings without relief and spills black pain out onto the blank canvas of a glowing screen. My inner Emo is primal screaming words no one else can hear. This is the worst betrayal of all. The words I adore are coming together, rising against me with their legions, marching rhythmically across the page. They spew words of condescension, indictments of my lifelong relationship with stupidity and bad choices. The judge has ruled and the sentence is solitary confinement with these two-faced liars. They say whatever they want and draw tears and howling from me.
In writing my life story, which is at the same time, traumatic and cathartic, I was feeling like I was enduring the worst betrayal of all, being crucified by the words I adore so much.
But here's the truly inspired message of the hypnotherapist:
What I am: writing this, transcribing it, really, in a nice, cool, dark, comfortable theater, sitting in an overstuffed easy chair, curled up, with buttered popcorn, which inexplicably doesn't nasty up my keyboard, and watching it on the big screen. I am simply reporting the play-by-play for the benefit of those who might be living through it. I am sharing to ease the pain, giving comfort to those who feel they are all alone in their trials, and illuminating a path for those who are ready to leave their dire circumstances behind.
What I am no longer: a war correspondent on the front lines, living it. I am no longer in danger of a landmine or grenade exploding in my face. I am no longer being chased by those demons and having to face them and negotiate my way to safety. I can now tell the darkness, "no!" and turn to face the light. The things that happened, happened in another country which I no longer have to give myself permission to visit. I can simply say, I went, I conquered, I drank the water, and I lived to tell about it. I strongly advise against travelling there and I can tell everyone in detail why without reliving it myself.
It is mind-boggling to me how we can allow the enemy passage into our hearts and souls. I now have a very tall, fire-breathing dragon guarding that entryway.
If anyone of you is suffering in darkness, please contact me for more information on hypnotherapy and how it can help without making you quack like a duck.
beckytheauthor@gmail.com or 573-567-0977
This process is far less expensive than the toll of living in a nightmare costs. It can be accomplished, often, in only a few sessions. It can also be done through Skype. I am now booking appointments for him.
Here's something I wrote the other day when I was in the thick of the darkness:
I've always fallen victim to love's betrayal and risen from the ashes to soar again, but this time, the reviling stings without relief and spills black pain out onto the blank canvas of a glowing screen. My inner Emo is primal screaming words no one else can hear. This is the worst betrayal of all. The words I adore are coming together, rising against me with their legions, marching rhythmically across the page. They spew words of condescension, indictments of my lifelong relationship with stupidity and bad choices. The judge has ruled and the sentence is solitary confinement with these two-faced liars. They say whatever they want and draw tears and howling from me.
In writing my life story, which is at the same time, traumatic and cathartic, I was feeling like I was enduring the worst betrayal of all, being crucified by the words I adore so much.
But here's the truly inspired message of the hypnotherapist:
What I am: writing this, transcribing it, really, in a nice, cool, dark, comfortable theater, sitting in an overstuffed easy chair, curled up, with buttered popcorn, which inexplicably doesn't nasty up my keyboard, and watching it on the big screen. I am simply reporting the play-by-play for the benefit of those who might be living through it. I am sharing to ease the pain, giving comfort to those who feel they are all alone in their trials, and illuminating a path for those who are ready to leave their dire circumstances behind.
What I am no longer: a war correspondent on the front lines, living it. I am no longer in danger of a landmine or grenade exploding in my face. I am no longer being chased by those demons and having to face them and negotiate my way to safety. I can now tell the darkness, "no!" and turn to face the light. The things that happened, happened in another country which I no longer have to give myself permission to visit. I can simply say, I went, I conquered, I drank the water, and I lived to tell about it. I strongly advise against travelling there and I can tell everyone in detail why without reliving it myself.
It is mind-boggling to me how we can allow the enemy passage into our hearts and souls. I now have a very tall, fire-breathing dragon guarding that entryway.
If anyone of you is suffering in darkness, please contact me for more information on hypnotherapy and how it can help without making you quack like a duck.
beckytheauthor@gmail.com or 573-567-0977
This process is far less expensive than the toll of living in a nightmare costs. It can be accomplished, often, in only a few sessions. It can also be done through Skype. I am now booking appointments for him.
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