God Has No Requirements

People believe all kinds of interesting things; improbable, unlikely and implausible things.  Plenty of people believe things that you don’t — really and truly believe them with total conviction and absolute certainty.

Here are some things other people believe that I do not  (but you may and that is cool):

Evolution and Creation are mutually exclusive
Carrying guns keeps you safer
Science makes for good religion
History is reliable
Immaculate conception

Here are some things I believe that other folks have doubts about or flat out dismiss:

Consciousness is eternal
Sacred Geometry proves Divine Intelligence
Freedom is the Prime Directive
The Universe is highly populated

Here are some things I’m not sure about but I’m not prepared to dismiss entirely:

Chemtrails & geoengineering
Illuminati theories
Atlantis was destroyed by power crazed crystal wielding maniacs
Current civilization will be destroyed by power crazed maniacs
Somebody/something lives inside the Earth

That last one was firmly in my “absolutely don’t believe” category until a past life regression planted the seeds of doubt in my mind. When the regression happened, I placed the life on another planet (so it made sense to my conscious mind) but who knows for sure?

The life recall begins with me as a male warrior of large stature undergoing a transformation process of some kind in a laboratory.  I am tended by a small team of scientists of humanoid but not entirely human nature. The skin on my body is being altered to render it impervious to the elements.  My new super skin has a slate blue hue and it completely envelopes every inch of me.

By my request, I am being prepared for a journey.  I feel intensely lonely and isolated. The longing for my home and family is driving me to take drastic measures.  I am a stranger in a strange land and my sadness is overwhelming. It turns out home is inside the planet. My species has evolved (was created?) to drill through the earth… like a human with mad badger skills.

Cut to: drilling down through earth. I sense an immense gathering place filled with people. They stand with upturned faces; I am expected.

Cut to: arrival.  Death is imminent. The journey’s effort has exhausted me beyond recovery.

Cut to: funeral procession. I have died happy and satisfied.

Perhaps you are familiar with the phrase “It’s all good.”  Am I the only one who finds this maxim irritating?  Two reasons: clearly it is not ALL good and please stop excusing bad behaviour!

Yet, when we assess experience from the Soul’s perspective, all judgement is released. Everything IS okay. Every decision is blessed.

The wisdom of this life: it is okay to stay where you are and accept. It is also okay to put on your super skin and forge forward.  There is no right or wrong. God has no requirements.

Do you believe this?

The critical question is whether or not your choices will get you where you say you want to go.  It is helpful therefore, to seek clarity on where you want to go.  In the life just recounted, I chose to go to family, to home, to reunion, to love. And even though the journey killed me, it was worth it. Conversely, the wisdom of this life taught me to stop striving, to stop feeling pressured to DO something and GO somewhere other than where I am. It taught me that contentment is a lovely place to be.

Regardless of whether we choose to go or we choose to stay, either way… it’s all good. Or, in the words of Ram Dass, “It’s all God.”


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Life Between Lives

Nurturing Soul Therapy

Life Between Lives (LBL) is what you are doing when you are not in a body.  How is this not THE COOLEST THING you have ever heard of?! When I first read about LBL, it was as if I had made contact with an alien species, or discovered I could fly. This was THE most invigorating, exciting, hopeful and flat out wondrous magic I had ever encountered.

What we are doing when not in a body?! We DO stuff?

Yes. We learn and create and build and experiment and play. We travel and explore and assist others on their quests both in bodies and out. Consciousness evolves perpetually, regardless of where it is focused.

LBL sessions usually begin with a Past Life Regression.  You can read about one of those here or here or here. The sequence of events is roughly: go to a past life, go to the death experience of that life, process it and… what happens next is the Life Between Lives or Interlife. Once you have done this a time or two, the conscious mind learns the sequence and many folks have direct access while in hypnosis.

The mapping of the Interlife is well documented and surprisingly universal. It is a rich and varied landscape with many opportunities for discovery and exploration. Highlights include: meet and greet with a spirit guide, reuniting with your soul group, asking questions of your council, the hows and whys of body selection and my personal favourite, discovering what your particular area of study or work is.

At this juncture, I offer this disclaimer:

My map of the spirit world and ultimate reality is shaped and interpreted through my biology, my beliefs, my experiences and my higher self. I do not claim to know “how it is” or “what is truth.” Despite many commonalities, everyone should expect a unique and personal experience, just as they do in the physical dimension.

Infinite potential is the realm we are playing with in this work and absolutely everything is possible.

My first LBL session was one of the most intensely emotional and intriguing experiences of my life.  Only childbirth trumps it. For example, when I saw my husband in soul form, he was quite simply the most glorious and beautiful creature I had ever encountered. Ever since, the sensation of love and appreciation I feel in my body when I look at him in physical form has been super charged. This kind of thing is good for a marriage.

My keenest curiosity was around my studies or my work.  Souls start out in general study groups loosely organized according to interests, and as they evolve, they specialize. The work I found myself engaged in was unlike anything I had ever heard of or imagined; it was completely outside the framework of my understanding of consciousness, souls, or how the two might be in relation. Here is a partial transcript from my session, edited for clarity:

Me (incredulous): I am bonding consciousness to energy. That’s what I’m doing.  That is crazy.  Wow.  Okay.  So this is part of the process  of… Wow. This is part of the process of creating souls.  One tiny little part. This tending… this incubation… is part of the separation of the mass consciousness into individual consciousness.  And my purpose is to bond consciousness with a finite amount of energy. To create souls.  I am just one of many, many people in a long process. When these energies come to me, they are already a finite amount of energy — a defined energy. They are put into this chamber and then I use this… this Source energy to bond consciousness with THAT energy. Does that make any sense?  Even before the consciousness is bonded, the energies already have personalities.  The formation of this particular amount and type, even without consciousness, they are already defined.  It’s incredible! You’d think every glob coming out would be the same but they’re not. Each combination is utterly unique.  I have eight in various stages of this bonding.  It’s incredible work. It’s where energy becomes a soul, when consciousness bonds to it.  It’s beautiful. Wow.

From this I have gleaned that energy is simply energy (with its many vibrations and variations) until it merges with consciousness, forming a soul.  Source energy (or if you prefer, God) is the glue and/or catalyst for the integration.

So you tell me… does this work seem plausible? Likely? Possible? Are we all little elves in the workshop of creation? If you have experienced an LBL session, what was your work or area of study?

If you haven’t, what are you waiting for?


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Do Humans Reincarnate as Animals?

Have you ever stepped on an ant and wondered if it was the Buddha?  Or Elvis? Or maybe your second cousin Sally who died last year?

I have found that human consciousness can choose to project into an animal and identify with the sensations, instincts and experiences of that animal.  Sometimes, the exploration of a particular aspect of life is best served through identification with animal consciousness.  For example, it is easy to suppose that if a soul were exploring “pride” as a theme, the consciousness of a lion might provide illumination.

Technically, this is not a reincarnation.  I call it projection.

Animals have varying degrees of self consciousness, as indeed people do. The consciousness that is within them is as valid and eternal as your own, however. There is nothing to prevent a personality from investing a portion of his own energy into an animal form. This is not transmigration of souls. It does not mean that a man can be reincarnated in an animal. It does mean that personalities can send a portion of their energy into various kinds of form.
~Seth, The Nature of Personal Reality

My first professionally facilitated past life regression began with the sensation of flying through space at tremendous speed and a great sadness. Eventually, I figured out that I was travelling from “home” to the body I now inhabit. I felt reluctance and a strong preference for the “other side.”

As I approached Earth and slowed down, my mood began to lighten and shift to anticipation.  When pressed for the wisdom of this experience, I answered, “Everybody prefers home but we agree to come anyways.”  In subsequent sessions, I would receive more clarity as to why.

There is no easy segue to my next past life. Plausibility zero. The audio recording of the session is comical; my reasoning mind is in absolute denial of what I feel and sense, emphatically stating over and over, “No, no, no, I am NOT a jelly fish.”  But I was.  A massive, ancient jelly fish.

As you can imagine, there is not much going on when you are being a jelly fish.  A little floating, a touch of glowing, drifting by a bit of luminescent coral… at some point I sense two humanoid life forms on the surface of the water, exploring the top of me. I am unconcerned. Finally the jellyfish body floats to the bottom of the sea, its life concluded.

The remarkable thing about this regression (aside from being a jelly fish) is the amount of wisdom I gleaned from one uneventful, oceanic life.

The primary wisdom:
Life can be soft; it is not all hard edges.

Doesn’t this fly in the face of my belief that life is suffering?  Yup, right in the face. It’s an important reminder that simplicity, calm, ease and fluidity are valid choices too.  We all have access to this knowledge from our embryonic stage of development.

The secondary wisdom:
All life is of interest to someone.

Every life is intentional and compelling, regardless of form, function or level of consciousness.  All expressions of life are sacred.  Life = God.

The tertiary wisdom:
No matter where you are, there is always someone above you and someone below you.

Keep your perspective, people! Otherwise you may just find yourself floating around the ocean on a strange planet for 300 years as a jelly fish.

Animal consciousness offers abundant growth opportunities for the human soul, but we are not limited to animals.  The possibilities for projection are infinite:  trees, waves of light, fairies, planets, angels or other people.  These are a few of the projections I have witnessed with my clients, and let me assure you, every single one challenged my notions of reality and my belief in what is possible.
THAT is why I love this work.


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The Pubic Sisters

Welcome to the first post in the dance category of my Eatsleepdance blog.  Although this category is not singularly dedicated to Nia, my personal philosophy for happy living is perfectly encapsulated in the Nia triad:

Dancing Through Life
Life As Art
Living Meditation

If you are curious to know more, please check out www.nianow.com.

I have been dancing Nia for eight years and teaching for five. Before that my experience was…

Dance Arts:

Martial Arts:
one self defense course at the YWCA (in anticipation of moving to the mean streets of Toronto)

Healing Arts:
yoga for a total of maybe twenty classes

When I reminisce to childhood, it turns out a precedent was set back when we roamed free and created our own amusement out of equal parts imagination and boredom.  I was raised in a communal setting with a pack of kids running wild over our 86 acres of land, bordered by the Sturgeon River.  In truth, I barely remember most of it except the freedom, the land, the water and the small town where we went to school.  A few highlights are etched into my cellular memory.

Remember when Grease came out and we spent hours singing along and acting out every scene?  Remember how it was simply a fun movie with great music and how hopelessly devoted we all were to it?  I was Rizzo. Someone, somewhere has footage of our merry band of scallywags acting out the pertinent scenes.  Sadly, this masterpiece was never shared with us.

Remember re-watching this movie with your kids?  A truly cringeworthy experience.  Every word in Grease is a reference to sex —  every single one.  Yet as kids, who knew?  The story I am about to relay is kinda like that.  When we were living it, it was all good, healthy fun.  As an adult, it is easy to see how our unorthodox upbringing might make some folks uncomfortable.

I told my best friend the following story and her response was, “That is deeply inappropriate, I don’t think you should blog about that!”  Ha.  Welcome to my childhood.

We spent many happy hours making up song and dance numbers, and sometimes we would perform for gatherings on our commune.  I had inherited a collection of retro 45’s, including stuff like “Lucky Devil” by Carl Dobkins Jr., and Hayley Mills singing “Let’s Get Together” from The Parent Trap.

Our two signature numbers were “Little Egypt” by The Coasters and these scintillating words sung to the tune of “Baby Face”:

Pubic hair.
You’ve got the sweetest little pubic hair / There’s nothing in the world that can compare, to pubic hair / Penis or vagina, nothing could be finer than… pubic hair/ I’m up in heaven when I’m in your underwe-e-ear / I didn’t need a shove, I took a mouthful of your tasty pubic ha-a-air.

Naturally, we called our little dance troupe The Pubic Sisters.  We were eight.   I vaguely remember costumes of panties and painted on pubic hair for the big reveal as we went down on one knee and hooked our thumbs into the front of our waistbands singing “pubic ha-a-air” for the final tableau.  How fortunate that I was a brunette, Lana a blonde and Christine a redhead, so we could display pubic hair diversity with our felt pens.  I can only imagine the impact we had on university students venturing to the commune for Summer Solstice celebrations.

The point is that Nia reunites me with the uncensored playfulness and freedom of childhood.  Teaching Nia taps into my creative centre and connects me to a lifetime of self expression through song and dance. I also know, from my hypnosis work, that I have spent many lifetimes dancing in various temples honoring Goddesses and palaces housing Pharaohs.

My Nia practice serves as both creation and salvation. Dance is my prayer and my thanksgiving.  Apparently, it always has been.


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The Downside to Asking God for Guidance or Why I Am Blogging.

In October of 2013, I volunteered as a client for hypnosis students practicing Life Between Lives exploration. The session included an opportunity to pose questions to my Council of Elders (more about Life Between Lives and councils in future posts.)

Me:  How can I best support my professional development as a hypnotist?
Council:   Every piece is in place except for self-discipline. You would benefit from a personal practice of self-hypnosis.
Me:  Isn’t there something else I could do???
Council:  Self-hypnosis for ten minutes each day.

You may not consider ten minutes a day such a big deal but I have both self discipline and authority issues — as in, “you can’t tell me what to do even if you ARE evolved and enlightened! I’m a grown woman, you’re not the boss of me!”

So… what was my brilliant and logical response to wise beings advising a ten minute per day self-hypnosis practice? Avoidance! Big Time. Five straight months of hard core Candy Crush flavoured avoidance.  Honestly, if I had practiced self-hypnosis for the amount of time I have spent crushing candy, I could be levitating by now.  The panic started around level 550, like a junkie approaching the end of her stash. I needed a new drug.

I found it in this Tah Riq parkour video and it was like adding gasoline to my inner pilot light. I was so inspired… so enlivenedso uplifted... that in less than an hour my new avoidance behaviour was born: blogging!

Recently I was having a spell of night terrors, a phenomenon I have experienced on and off over the years. I booked a session with a hypnosis friend, seeking higher guidance as to the purpose and possible resolution of my night terror experiences. The explanation offered is rather esoteric so stay with me here:

The descent into sleep is a conducive state for energy transmission. In response to my (unconscious) asking, I occasionally receive energy infusions during this vulnerable drifting-off-to-sleep time.  The difficulty arises because my conscious awareness is out of the loop. My conscious mind reacts to this influx of energy by creating fear, which in turn releases adrenaline, which triggers my night terrors.

I was further educated that the remedy for my night terrors is to train my conscious mind to stay relaxed while physically receiving high doses of energy.

Anybody want to guess what that training might look like?   The safe money is on ten minutes a day of self-hypnosis.

It is usual for me to ask about one or another of my kids in these sessions and this time I had a question about my son; no particular issue except that he is a twelve year old basement troll who lives on pizza, sugar and video games. Otherwise, he is awesomely healthy and funny and wonderful.  I asked the Universe how I might best serve my son’s highest good and in a classic “be careful what you ask for” response, THIS is the guidance God offered me:

a puppy

Talk about distractions!  Puppy love is the new drug around our house ♥.  Now I have a blog and a puppy but still no sign of a self-hypnosis practice.


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Oldest documented example of a Super Nova. RCW 86

Earth is considered a difficult planet to incarnate on.  Isn’t this a comforting notion?  Sometimes souls choose Earth as a special assignment for accelerated learning, sort of an Interuniversal Baccalaureate program for spiritual evolution.  I wonder, does the Earth know she is a harsh mistress?

I have learned in my explorations that planets have consciousness. Does this make them an incarnation, a life form? Hmmmm. What would it be like to incarnate as a planet? Would you be a powerful, expansive planet like Jupiter? Maybe a planet of agile intelligence like Mercury?  Or a kick ass cowboy planet like Mars?  I imagine Pluto needs a hug…sorry dude, you’re off the team.  Have you ever wondered how Pluto self-identifies?

I asked the Earth a question once. This was not so remarkable until she answered back.  Holy humbled!  I felt sheepish bothering Earth, as in:  don’t you have an axis to shift on or an icecap to melt or something?  I asked her why she tolerated human destruction and she offered me the image of a body with scabies. Nice. We are the human equivalent of scabies. Earth assured me that humans are a skin infestation, not a systemic infection and she could easily shake us off. Yet in her patient and loving immensity, she chose not to.  I would.  I would shake us off faster than you can say Kwelladen.  I would make a terrible planet.

I asked the Earth if there was hope for humanity and she responded, “if there is only one being holding space for rejuvenation, the potential exists.” One active consciousness can spare humanity from self annihilation.  You, for instance.

I was blessed with another planet-as-life-form experience during my one and only self-induced past life regression.  Sitting in my back yard one day, I was curious to test if I could induce a regression on my own. Yup. I could.

Here it is:  I am travelling towards an unknown planet in a small ship with a crew of 4. We land and disembark, aware that we are the first conscious beings to walk this planet.  Standing on a cliff overlooking a breathtaking vista of pristine beauty, I feel a deep appreciation, a communion; nothing in particular going on, just breathing it in.  Next thing I know, I am out of body, observing the planet from space as the star it orbits goes super nova. It is a glorious and dramatic celestial event.  Color, energy, light and matter all blowing up – – Die Hard style.

What is the point of this life?  The planet has called us, knowing her star is dying and we have come, knowing we will shed our bodies just as the planet is shedding hers.  But why? What would compel this sacrifice?  What is the wisdom?

I was floored by the answer; an answer that has filtered into every arena of my life and educated me to listen and honestly hear, to watch and mindfully see.

The wisdom is this:

The act of witnessing records in the mind of God.

To be seen is to be rendered eternal. I understood why we long to be seen, truly seen, as our most authentic selves and to be heard, honestly heard, speaking our deepest truths. I understood the potential of past life regression and how it invites us to hold the position of witness for ourselves. Human consciousness bestows the incredible gift of self witnessing.

…and with this fifteen minute experience, sitting in my backyard, the decision to pursue studies in the art of hypnosis was made.



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The awesome thing about death

Bright space widescreen“I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.”
― Rabindranath Tagore

Experiencing a single lifetime via past life regression offers a profusion of wisdom but usually one central theme is highlighted. This theme is the reason you have been drawn to a particular life. It illuminates the wisdom that will most benefit you in your current life and circumstances.

There is one recurring theme which all lives (past, present and future) address: the theme of death.  Past life regression includes processing the death experience and evaluation from an expanded awareness, outside of the body. This is very good news. Most of us are fearful of dying.  We are taught to fear death by our own survival instincts and through both culture and religion. One of the very awesome things about death is that we all get to experience it!  Death is universal and guaranteed. When looking to kickstart your self-inquiry journey, death is fertile territory.

My final regression at the workshop where I was first hypnotized explored the theme of service — yet it was the death experience which impacted me most profoundly, or rather, the post-death experience.

When instructed to go to a second past life I panicked, convinced I would revisit the same life I had just left. This doubt in my ability to regress continued for several years despite all evidence to the contrary.

Regardless of my palpitating heart and adrenaline surging, the murky darkness DID coalesce into something unique: a planet of murky darkness.

This planet is brown and dead.  Seriously dead, devastated by war. Covered in dead bodies. There is no plant or insect or any living thing. The bodies are humanoid but small.  All male.  There is a huge central trench and various groups of women in brown robes (approx. 35 total) are tending the bodies, moving them into the trench in orderly lines.  We are not from here.  This is not our home. These are not our people.  We belong to an order of women who devote their lives to service of others and we have volunteered to come and bury the dead.

The bodies are a little smaller with brown skin, dark hair.

I feel peaceful, resolute, purposeful. We live in crude circumstances with no amenities. The food is brown and bland.  The “celebration” I am instructed to go to is a funeral procession for one of the women. This is as fun as it gets.

The wisdom of this life:  Be of service; service is sacred.

The value of sacred service has become a guiding principle for my life. To be of service is validation enough for being alive. More than enough.

Then…something crazy happened. Deus ex machina.  I am instructed to “go to the end of the life.” Immediately a huge, silver, bullet shaped ship lands in our burial area.  This object is so incongruent that my conscious Sarah mind can’t make any sense of it. Yet in the brown robe clad body, I feel calm and… expectant.  I realize I have been instructed regarding this eventuality and for the first time since our arrival on this planet, I feel excitement.

Standing next to the ship, my hands run over the hull.  It is smooth and shiny, the only shiny thing I have seen, possibly ever.  Suddenly the doors open and black clad soldiers emerge.  Without a single word or hint of ceremony, they open fire and execute us all.

Now here is the awesome part:

Before our bodies hit the dirt, we are flying fast and free.  Everything changes from brown drabness to a kaleidoscope of color and light.  I feel delighted, elated, exuberant!  It is the ultimate sensation of freedom.  I AM freedom.

Like this with a sensation of UP at high speed and the feeling of an ear splitting grin.


Oh how I wish I could accurately convey this sensation! The juxtaposition of a life well lived in deep and sacred service with the instantaneous sweet release into absolute freedom. Glorious soaring joy bursting from a rising flood of giddy anticipation.

Does this sound like the death you are expecting?

We experience the death experience we believe we will experience. Doesn’t it seem prudent to believe it spectacular?



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When your past life hasn’t happened yet

Have you ever noticed how the Universe delights in making fools of us?  Did you ever declare something like, “my toddler will never watch television?” 15 years later you are still singing, “she’s super cool, qué hora, Dora.” Or perhaps you start a blog and state emphatically, “I can’t find the place where hypnosis and Facebook meet.”  The instant you publish, you realize you found that place just fine. Awkward timing much?


Baby eating sugar treat
My 13 month old eating a candy cane on Christmas morning. Smug 5 year old looks on.


Here is how the Universe responded to the declaration “my kids will never eat sugar.”





I am learning to be mindful of what I declare. Declarations are an opportunity for the Universe to mess with your head. Always, never, everybody, can’t. These are fighting words, pitting you against infinity, eternity and all-that-is. Good luck with that! Seriously, go for it. Make a statement declaring an absolute. For quickest results, make it righteous and judgemental. Say it out loud. Declare it as truth! Own it. Share it in the comments. In six months we’ll check in and see who got their asses kicked.

A declaration of intent is a powerful tool of creation. It also provides an excellent opening for life to teach humility.

Here is a statement I declared for years:

This is my last life, I’m done with this planet.

I read somewhere that this is a very popular belief with the new agey crowd.  Of course it is! Once you have accepted reincarnation AND conscious creation as irrefutable facts, sure to follow is the dawning realization that you don’t have to put up with this bullshit any more.

Hypnosis has an uncanny knack for ferreting out false beliefs and rendering them pointless.

Jump cut to a workshop where I’ve just experienced hypnosis for the first time ever with the fascinating strangeness of being inside my mother’s womb. You can read about that here.

Next stop, a past life.

I am terrified nothing will happen. Stricken. Now is THE MOMENT OF TRUTH I’ve been anticipating for years and performance anxiety is consuming me.  As the facilitator begins to guide me into an “appropriate past life,” this chatter runs in my head:

Past life.  This is it. *pause*
Nothing is gonna happen. *pause*
I am definitely NOT going to a past life.
This is utterly ridiculous.
10. Counting?  NO.  NO COUNTING. No. I can’t. Wait!
9. Please, please stop counting. No. NO. Nononononono.
8. I have to pee.
7. Nothing is happening. What. Am. I. Doing???
6, 5. This is stupid. All I see is murky darkness.
4, 3.  I have to peeeeeee. This is too much pressure.
2. I can’t do this on command! I need more tiiimmmmeeeee!
1.  *snap* Go to the most appropriate past life.

And out of the murky darkness, vague impressions slowly coalesce into form. I am in a big open space with high ceilings and a surrounding second floor balcony looking out over a central area. It looks like…West Edmonton Mall.

Whaaaat? You have GOT to be kidding.  I hate West Edmonton Mall.

Look down at your body.  I am male.  Cool.  Wearing a shiny one piece body suit, fitted. Not cool.

Move to your home. A compact, ultra-modern modular alcove with a work space and a bed built into the wall. It’s the Jetsons!

Go to a celebration. Central mall-like space; this is a dome structure of some kind.  I am apart from the crowd, solitary. Unengaged but not unhappy.  We live here because the outside environment is untenable. It is the future. Ummmm…how is this a PAST life?!

Go to end of your life.  I am working quietly and hear screams.  I look up to see a tidal wave crashing down the dome walls. In the final moment of my recall I sense someone.  It is my mother, my only heart connection.  As my body drowns, I recognize my mother as Lena, a daughter in my current life.

What is the lesson of the life you have just left? 

The lesson is: this is NOT my last life after all.



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Hypnosis is my Superpower

“In popular culture, {Superpower} may be used to describe anything from minimal exaggeration of normal human traits, magic, to near-godlike abilities including flight, superstrength, projection of destructive energy beams and force fields, invulnerability, telepathy, telekinesis, teleportation, super-speed or control of the weather.”~wikipedia

I am compelled to write about my personal hypnosis experiences. I have long imagined doing this via facebook but could never bring myself to publish a hypnosis page. Facebook doesn’t feel safe. People are mean on facebook. Removed. Impersonal. Disconnected. Unaccountable.

Hypnosis fosters the exact opposite feelings: Engagement. Intimacy. Connection. Accountability.

I just couldn’t find the place where facebook and hypnosis meet.

I’m not looking to convince anyone of anything. I don’t need to be right.  I’m not interested in scientific proof that hypnosis is real or not real. Hypnosis works for me. It has changed me. That is the only proof I have to offer.

One very useful application of hypnosis is shifting beliefs. The smallest shift can reorganize a person profoundly. I have had that experience, over and over. I’ve been to psychics of various ilk over the years and some have told me of past lives. I consider this good fun and it really can be helpful for gaining perspective. We seem to crave stories that explain whatever may be happening to us. However, to get to the root of our beliefs, the source of knowledge must be experiential. We need to feel it to believe it, especially when the new information defies our current system or accepted reality.

For example, I can tell you a million times that you can definitely be hypnotized but most folks hold the belief that they cannot. Reading about other people being hypnotized might convince you. Watching others being hypnotized might do it. Studying scientific evidence of brain waves and seemingly impossible feats would likely convince some. None of these things convinced me. The fastest, most effective method of shifting this belief is simple; get hypnotized.

Experiential knowledge shifts belief.

In 2010, I attended a Public Information Session at the Ontario Hypnosis Centre in Toronto. At the time, I believed I was one of the rare people who could not be hypnotized. I just “knew” I wouldn’t qualify since I was waaaaay too cynical, sensible and knowledgeable. By then, I had read +/- 25 books on hypnosis so you would think I’d know better. In my secret heart of hearts, I felt unworthy of mystical trance states. (How I had transposed “hypnosis” into “mystical trance states” is altogether baffling now. There is nothing mystical about hypnosis. It is shockingly mundane in nature. Hypnosis can give you access to mystical experiences but one is not the other.)

This workshop included lots of group hypnosis. We started with the popular Lemon Test. As instructed, I imagined moving around my house and pretending to work in my kitchen. I opened my fridge and found a lemon; I took out a knife and cut it open. Yes, my mouth puckered up when I imagined eating the lemon. So what? THAT is hypnosis? Pretending? Remembering? Where are my alien abductors, my communion with Angels, my transcendent enlightenment? No. Not satisfied. I longed to experience something I wasn’t pretending to imagine.

The second group session was inner child work. I had done this before in another context. My inner child is freakishly happy so while other workshop members were weeping and sobbing, my inner child was gleefully inviting me to play. Nice but…whatever.

On day two we were to meet our Higher Self and maybe even our Spirit Guides. Ya right. I knew this wouldn’t happen for me and it didn’t. Here is what I learned: don’t have a big coffee right before a hypnosis session. Not helpful.

Next up, regression to childhood and into the womb before birth. Ummmm. O-kaaay. 8 years old. I sense/see a little purple duck sticky thing that lived at my Nan’s house and suddenly my body is pulsing with sensation. My Mom is coming for a visit from California today. Cool. Still a memory; a memory of a heightened emotional experience. Not convinced.

Then comes regression to the womb. As I am sitting in my chair, fully aware of my surroundings, fully aware of NOT being in hypnosis…I begin to feel pressure on my arms, pressure pushing my arms into the chair. What??? More and more pressure all over my body, pushing me into the chair, pressing me down. Holy fuck! I am in my mother’s womb!!! I am growing and straining against the inside walls of my mother’s womb! I am glued to my chair, unable to move. Exhilaration. I am not pretending to imagine. Something is happening.  I am hypnotizable!!!

Facilitator: How is your mother feeling?
My body is instantly flooded with the sensation of love.  I hear her heartbeat.
Facilitator: Can you sense your father?
Ya.  He’s a little harsh.
Facilitator: Why did you choose this family?
To provide balance. And to help everyone lighten up!  These people are sooooo emotional.
Facilitator: Let your mother know you are safe and happy.
Mom! Mom! I can hear you! Mom! I’m coming soon! *hahahahahahhahahahaahhaha*

And in that moment, something awakened inside of me and I knew what it was to feel worthy; worthy of life, worthy of love, worthy of hypnosis. Inherently worthy in every way. My belief in my own worth shifted profoundly and permanently as I bathed in the love of my mother.

Such is the power of one 20 minute hypnosis experience.

Then we went to a reality BEFORE my consciousness joined with my body…but that is a story for another day.

In my heart, I am a metaphysical explorer. I seek experiences that take me beyond this body, this dimension, this understanding. I seek knowledge that will blow my mind. I seek to fly through space and ask questions of wise beings and sense my connection to Source–tangibly, in my body. I seek the sensation of spiritual exhilaration.

I am guessing lots of people do. This is why folks skydive and practice yoga and have babies. Spiritual exhilaration. Feeling fully, gorgeously, dangerously bursting with life force. Superpower.

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