Hidden Beliefs?
Hypnotherapy, Cognitive Behavior Modification, Awareness Therapy, and Past Life Regression can help you find answers to heal. I work with so many professional healers, doctors, psychiatrists, nurses, acupuncturists, and other healers. Healers need help, too, because they are only human.
When I chat with people on the phone, I explain clearly that I will not be doing regression in the first session, no matter how “evolved” they tell me they are. I need to lay down a foundation of trust to uncover the mystery of why and what their specific issue might be. To do that, I ask them to please bear with me because I will pretend that they need to lose weight, so I can quickly determine how they care for their bodies.
Lately, I also ask directly what kind of “alternate therapy” they’ve done. How many magic mushrooms, Ayahuasca trips, LSD, Ketamine, etc.? Then I take a targeted trauma history to get an overview of their life and the religious belief system they were raised in. This is Los Angeles, and from my point of view, the best city on the planet, because in the past 58 years, people from all over the world immigrated here. Our Eurocentric, sometimes called “racist” immigration laws changed in 1965 when President Lyndon Johnson signed them into law.
People who fled the poverty of post-war Korea, China, the wars in El Salvador, Guatemala, Nicaragua, and Africa, the genocide in Cambodia, the war in Viet Nam Bosnia, Communist tyranny of the USSR, not to mention the extreme poverty of our poorly managed neighbor who shares our Southern Border, they all found their way to Los Angeles so that they could forge a better life for their children.
But sometimes, those children bore the brunt of being “the other” in a predominately Christian, white neighborhood, where they might have been bullied as children of immigrants.
When Tom, a short, sexy, forty-year-old doctor, walked in and said, “I look like a terrorist, right?” He laughed, but I knew he’d been bullied.
But that wasn’t why he wanted help. Tom was beside himself because he’d been in a long-term relationship with Jenny, a feisty, free-spirited, young Mexican hairdresser whom he had encouraged to get a Ph.D. in psychology.
“She’s so smart; all she does is listen to clients’ woes. She should get paid!”
Jenny, however, had no desire to get a degree and “better herself.” She loved her work, was proud of her, and had no desire to change to please Tom or his mother.
On Tom’s part, because he comes from a wealthy Middle Eastern background, he felt embarrassed when he was publicly out with Jenny. His family and friends assured him that “he could do better,” and his mother criticized Jenny constantly, and so did Tom. When Jenny had enough, she called him a bigot and left him cold.
“How could she do that? I’m a doctor! Doesn’t every girl want a doctor?” That shook him to his core.
Because he is such a good man, he knows that he never really loved Jenny. He realized that he had kept himself from loving her and that it wasn’t the first time he’d kept himself aloof in a relationship. “Why am I so afraid to love?” he asked.
I suggested a book called “When He’s Married to Mom,” which helped him understand his enmeshment issues with his mother, and we worked on setting healthy boundaries. But because of his “mother issues,” he had trouble trusting.
In the first regression we did, his OCD and control issues prevented him from going deep enough into the hypnotic trance — the focused concentration — that’s necessary to achieve good results. My own teacher, Brian Weiss, MD, a psychiatrist, spent almost three months trying “to get in” before he got the results he wanted. This is why I don’t do “hit and run” regressions. People can’t expect to walk into a stranger’s office and feel safe enough to “relinquish control.”
On Tom’s second regression, he found the answer to his question. When he went through the door in his mind that read: Recent Times, I said, “Look at your feet. Are you male or female?”
“Male. I have expensive shoes on. Wow! I’m so tall! Wow! I’m in my office, high above New York City. I’m a powerful newspaper publisher. I’m blond, and I’m so tall!”
I asked him to look out his window and get an idea of the era or year.
“It’s the late 40s,” he said. “The war’s over.”
I took him back to his childhood; he saw himself as a Nebraska farm boy from a loving but low-income family. He recounted his high school career as an athlete and got a scholarship to Princeton. He saw his wartime experience, and then we returned to where we began.
“Look at your desk,” I said. “Any pictures on your desk?”
“My wife! She’s amazing! So beautiful. I love her so much.” So I took him home to her, and he smiled from ear to ear as his devoted, gorgeous wife greeted him in a rushed, good-natured flurry.
“I’m late,” he said. “We’re due at one of her charity events. I can’t believe how happy I am to married to her. How lucky I am!”
And he kept smiling as she tied his bow tie, smiling and kissing him. Then his seven-year-old son came in.
“Do you recognize your son? Anyone you know in this life?” I asked.
“Yes! He’s my best friend now! My god, we’re such a happy family. She’s got both of us wrapped around her little finger, and we let her; we love it!” I moved to the next pivotal experience.
And he started breathing fast. “I’m at Belleview Hospital – the Emergency room. Wow! I recognize it because it’s where I interned. My wife’s had a stroke. She’s collapsed. I’m screaming, ‘Where are all the fucking doctors?’ Where are all the doctors?’ It’s too late. My wife is dead.”
And as that happened, Tom ripped open his shirt as if needed to tear out his heart.
“Float above the pain,” I said.
But he wouldn’t. He needed to stay there and watch as the medics took his wife away.
Then we went forward in time to the events of that life. His son got married. He had trouble with the paper, and then he saw the birth of a granddaughter.
“Do you recognize her as anyone from this lifetime?”
“It’s Jenny! That’s so weird!”
Later, he saw that he lived out the rest of that life as a loving father and grandfather, and he died surrounded by his family and his favorite granddaughter – Jenny.
When Tom came back to room awareness, he was quiet. Stunned. He sat briefly and said, “I’ve never felt that pain—no wonder I’m so afraid to love. And I see that Jenny came into my life so I could look at my prejudice. She was right; I am a bigot. That isn’t very good. I did look down on her just because she was Mexican. I feel so ashamed.”
It takes courage to love and open your mind to find the buried, unconscious beliefs that stop you from living the life you want. Tom did that because he had courage.
As Carl Jung famously said: “Until you bring your sub-conscious beliefs up into your conscious mind, they will rule your life, and you will call it fate.”
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Sending you love,
Stephanie
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