My friend, Sandy, asked if I’d agree to be interviewed for a project she’s working on. The subject: money and abundance. I trust Sandy and believe in the project, so I agreed, but money isn’t something I’m used to talking about. Answering her questions out loud helped me to look at my beliefs and see where they came from. When something exists only within the boundaries of our own mind, we experience it in a limited way. It helped to see and hear Sandy’s reactions. Spending two hours with her took me closer to my personal truths than hours spent reading self-help books on the subject.
Yesterday at Brigid’s House, I had a chance to hang out with Jeanne Troge, who has been one of my greatest teachers. She responded to my latest blog about elegant emotion asking me how that is going, then laughed her beautiful laugh. Our conversation turned more serious as she asked questions about my childhood. In answering and being listened to it was as though my nine-year-old self had been given a voice that childhood wounds silenced, literally. At that age speaking to anyone at school terrified me unless my friend Robin was nearby. Robin was popular and her power protected me. If she wasn’t around, my only defense was silence and trying to go unnoticed.
Hypnotherapy offers this same support in the healing process. Many of us have parts of ourselves that have been silenced; silence kept us safe. But that which keeps us safe can also impede our progress toward healing. Fear of being hurt is a tremendous motivator. Even when we have the maturity and tools to cope with situations that once were devastating, we hold onto the tools —like silence. It still feels risky to show someone who we really are.
With Regression Therapy there is a safe space to explore the old hurts, fears, wounds, opening them up to the sun for the first time. We can finally hear what is really going on inside of us. Not only can we hear ourselves and feel heard by another, but we hear the Divine that speaks within our own hearts, too. I tell clients that they know they are hearing their own authentic voice and also the voice of the Divine when the words are loving and encouraging. When they are angry, demeaning and accusatory—they are most certainly someone else’s voice.
Divine says you are already perfect, already healed, and always loved. Divine often speaks softly, though, and can be drown out by the other voices telling you all the things you’ve done wrong—the things that are wrong about you. I believe I’ve already written the story of regressing back to age 13 and my first disastrous perm. The look on my father’s face when he saw me became a voice in my head telling me how unattractive I am. His “voice” out-lasted the tight curls. Wounds can be created with a single look. After a period of time, we forget the incidents, but remember the messages, believing they are ones we’ve given to ourselves. To be around awkward thirteen-year olds now is a lovely reminder of how charming that transition time really is—a fleeting moment of vulnerability as vestiges of childhood give way to adulthood.
If there is a voice within you asking for time to be heard I would be very honored to help you give it a safe place to speak, and to then listen.
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