My New Career

I've just completed a course in Hypnosis from the Sylvia Browne Hypnosis Training Center. As hokey as it sounds, it really is, in my belief, thee most valid way of healing you can provide to someone. It isn't the only way, it's just a tool. And let me just tell you right now, I don't advocate for not going to a licensed doctor for anything that ails you. This is just a complement to what you go through during your life.

I first became interested in hypnosis when I heard Sylvia mention that she used it for health and healing. Since health and healing were a passion of mine as well, this intrigued me. I read a lot of her work in the field of healing and how she was able to help, with the aide of referrals from the medical community, and her own passion for proving this is valid science not hocus pocus as we so willingly want to believe. I've been to the State Fair and seen the hypnotist bring people on stage and so call hypnotize them into thinking they are dogs or monkeys, and thought that was just ridiculous.

After taking the class, an intense seven days I might add, it confirmed what I had believed for myself. That it was just, and let me emphasis the word "just", a light to medium state of relaxation to help you access what is already inside of you. Think about it. From the time you are young, your brain is the storehouse of all life experiences. Unfortunately for you, you can't remember every life event, so you choose to keep some in the forefront of you memory and some in the "warehouse". If your like me, you forget what you have in the warehouse, but your not ready to let it go yet either. And you might find that when you need it you can, depending on how adept you are, retrieve it when you need to. Sometimes you need a little help. That's where having someone trained in hypnosis, comes in to come in and helps you unlock the door and find what you need. What I really love is that you can find what you need from not just this life, but any past lives you've lived. Do you need to believe that you've had past lives? ABSOLUTELY NOT! Can you be forced to go there and get trapped? ABSOLUTELY NOT! YOU are in complete control of everything! You do nothing you don't already want to do in you subconscious mind. And if it is in your subconscious mind to do something you wouldn't normally do in your conscious state, guess what? Your in control of that as well. Nothing and no one can override your morals unless it's what you want to do anyway.

I also like the fact that this particular training teaches us how to release cell memory. Like when someone has had a transplant and has the overwhelming urge for food they would never eat or a passion for certain activities they have never participated in, but find that their donors were avid participants. That cell memory. Your body's cells are storehouses of physical illnesses, present and past lives.

My goal is to help anyone that wants it. Behavioral modification, cell memory or past life regression. I believe hypnosis is a hand maiden to the medical field and I'm glad to be a part of the adventure. It isn't the final frontier, but I am boldly going where few have gone before.

Layoffs!

Well my day job is laying me off! For years I have been very out spoken about how crummy this job is and how inept my supervisors are and now I'm completely PO'd that they downgraded me and didn't tell me and then layed me off. They offered me a position as a part time worker with less that 20 hours a week. No gurantee that job wouldn't have more hours cut or the position obolished. No benifits. Here's the thing. I don't mind being layed off in a bad economy, but be fair about it. Be upfront and honest, not back stabbing and minipulative. Just after I managed to remodify my loan, I find that I probably won't be able to keep my house again. Retirement. Never had anything in it. What little is there, I will have to use it to live on. Medication. A must. I can't live without taking my thyroid pills or I will die in three days. Asthma meds. Need it to breath, but that's only if I have my thyroid pills. It's only good with the other. My son's summer college classes cancelled. No money to pay the teachers for the summer. How soon will I get my money for next month mortgage. No clue! Am I a survivor? Yes I am. As soon as I get a job that pays 20 dollars and hour, I get laid off, reorganized, whatever and have to scramble for another job and start a 9 dollars an hour. I don't know how I'm going to do it this time, but I really need to work for myself.

At 49 years old, no one respects my ability to make money through my talents, skills and work ethic more than myself. I just need a break!

So Many Changes!

I'm sure everyone has had something to say about having our first black President, the economy that has tanked, loosing jobs, homes, health care and there doesn't seem to be a bottom. There is a bottom, I promise you there is. I remember when I was much younger and we had to wait in line for gas with a ration card. I remember, before I had siblings, my parents having friends over to eat crepes and potato salad, going to eat lunch and dinner at the mess hall, because my dad was just a two striper back then, and there really wasn't enough money make it to the end of the month. That's true today for a lot of service men and women. There was a time when my dad had fallen so deep into alcoholism that his paycheck went to pay his bar tab instead of coming home so that we could buy groceries for the commissary. My mom had to make an emergency call to my grandmother, states side, to money gram us enough to get by for two weeks. That gave her time to commandeer my dad's next check, stop by the my dad's favorite watering holes and enforce a new law that would encourage them to turn him away. We lived in Germany at the time and my mom, with her 12th grade education had a masters in Negotiations In a Foreign Country 101 down to an art form. She also pioneered the GPS system long before they had a name for it. That's how she found all of my dads watering holes. She also had a nack for getting a job without a college degree. Do you know I was in my forties when it finally dawned on me that my parents have held jobs in the medical field, and public works without a college education!

When I graduated, they gave me a choice: go to community college and they would pay for books and tuition as much as they could until I got a degree. I was limited to four years. Or, I could get a job and pay a few household bills and save up to move into my own place. They never forced me to go to college, but they constantly reminded me to make a choice before graduation, because I couldn't just live at home for free.

So where does this leave me at today? I remember how we survived hard times when I was growing up. We ate food, not a huge meal, but we had food in our stomach. Toast with cream of mushroom soup. The Army calls it SOS. Blank-on-a-shingle. A lot of recipes from other cultures that also had little food but shared tricks of the homeless trade in how to quite and empty stomach. Someone brought potatoes, someone else the onions and vinegar, flour and egg for crepes. We ate good! We talked, we laughed and we looked out for each other. We walked everywhere and made it fun so that we didn't notice we were walking five miles a day to and from work, grocery shopping, school, doctors etc. In December I thought I would loose my home, I used very little heat, I made meals stretch so far I wasn't sure if I ate one or two meals that day. I had enough leave that if I ran out of gas I could call in and take the day off, because there was no money to buy gas at 3.45/gal., or pay bills on time. My credit probably sucks right now, but here is what I know...I survived! I wanted to see who was going to be elected in January and I knew it was a Democrat. I also opened my hands and let go of what ever I was hanging on to so tightly that it was causing me stress and illness. I asked Mother God to send me what I needed and asked Father God to remind me I chose this path and that I can't take material things with me anyway. I rescued a dog that might of wound up at the city pound. I took care of three animals and my son continued to go to college. We made it. By the end of spring or late summer, I think we will begin to relax even more and breath a little better. I'm trying to start a business of my own, and for a short time my day job may still be there, but even that is not promised. May will be a telling month for me. What ever these times bring, I know how to survive them because I survived all the other hard times in my life. And so will we all!