With lots of time on my hands, recovering slowly, I get bored. From TV to Computer, to novel, to bed, and so on. Housebound…a little like incarceration. Not a patient person in this situation. I've been watching hypnotists on the 'net, seeing how far they deviate from the ethical norm that is taught when you learn hypnosis, that you will not use this ability for entertainment or humiliation.
I have spent a lot of time reflecting on the power of the unconscious mind as I sit around, and I had an experience of that power the other day. I was preparing to go to the church in Lacombe, and realized that my keys were missing. I had no idea what I had done with them. I looked in every pocket of every jacket and pair of trousers that I might have worn…no keys. Finally, as I was preparing for bed the night before I was to go to Lacombe - and feeling anxious about losing work keys - I decided to give myself an hypnotic instruction. I instructed my unconscious mind, which knows what I did with the keys, to tell me where they were before I had to leave in the morning. Off I went to bed.
About two thirty in the AM, I wakened out of a sound sleep, with my own voice in my ear saying, "The keys are at the bottom of Beatrix' purse." Then I remembered that I had asked her to stop by the church on the previous Friday, when I was just home from hospital, to pick up my laptop. She had done this, and had not given me back the keys! When she woke up, I said, "My keys are in your purse." She was thunderstruck, having no memory of not giving them back to me.
She had to dig around in her purse for awhile…right at the bottom, but there were the keys, just as my own unconscious had told me! Imagine if I chose to use that ability more often. I could relax about my 'poor memory,' as my unconscious, which remembers things that "I" forget, could tell me. Amazing…and pushed me to pull my old book of hypnosis theory, to begin relearning it.
I actually wrote an hypnosis instruction into my last sermon, but didn't get a chance to use it, as I was sick with a relapse on the weekend. I'm currently thinking of ways that I can incorporate that ability into my work, to improve my memory and my ability to positively influence others. Any comments?
Saw my family doctor this afternoon, to debrief my surgery and relapse with her. She has been away, so I haven't seen her for awhile. Had a good visit, and just as we were leaving, she said, "Oh, wait…I have a gift for you!" Who gets a gift from their doctor. I was thunderstruck, said thank you, and left with a huge gift bag. When I got home, I discovered a huge bottle of 21 year old Glenfiddich! That was amazing enough, but even more amazing was the little card that accompanied the gift. It was a plain card, handwritten by Dr. Swartz - I recognized her handwriting - and it said: "A belated Christmas gift to one of the people I respect, admire and appreciate most."
I've been wondering about that wonderful compliment for awhile this evening. In some way, I think I act as pastor to the Dr. The card expressed the kind of sentiment that one sees attached to gifts that people give their pastor or therapist - I have received those in the distant past.
Quite amazing to realize that, in ways that I can't imagine, I have influence and an impact of this woman who has cared for me for a decade. I was, and am, profoundly touched by this gesture. (The scotch is good, too.) This is especially uplifting to me in the midst of my current situation. Not only my medical setback, but the tension building around my work situation, where conflict lurks just below the surface, and will certainly arise in some form before summer.
An altogether full day, with lots to ponder. If you are interested in how one can touch the unconscious mind, go to You Tube and look up "Derren Brown." He is a most remarkable man. Seems like a magician, but in reality is a very careful observer, a man who understands human predictability, and who plans his interactions in great detail.
This is enough for tonight… time to shift to another activity. Recovery shortens my attention span, I guess. See you later…
I have spent a lot of time reflecting on the power of the unconscious mind as I sit around, and I had an experience of that power the other day. I was preparing to go to the church in Lacombe, and realized that my keys were missing. I had no idea what I had done with them. I looked in every pocket of every jacket and pair of trousers that I might have worn…no keys. Finally, as I was preparing for bed the night before I was to go to Lacombe - and feeling anxious about losing work keys - I decided to give myself an hypnotic instruction. I instructed my unconscious mind, which knows what I did with the keys, to tell me where they were before I had to leave in the morning. Off I went to bed.
About two thirty in the AM, I wakened out of a sound sleep, with my own voice in my ear saying, "The keys are at the bottom of Beatrix' purse." Then I remembered that I had asked her to stop by the church on the previous Friday, when I was just home from hospital, to pick up my laptop. She had done this, and had not given me back the keys! When she woke up, I said, "My keys are in your purse." She was thunderstruck, having no memory of not giving them back to me.
She had to dig around in her purse for awhile…right at the bottom, but there were the keys, just as my own unconscious had told me! Imagine if I chose to use that ability more often. I could relax about my 'poor memory,' as my unconscious, which remembers things that "I" forget, could tell me. Amazing…and pushed me to pull my old book of hypnosis theory, to begin relearning it.
I actually wrote an hypnosis instruction into my last sermon, but didn't get a chance to use it, as I was sick with a relapse on the weekend. I'm currently thinking of ways that I can incorporate that ability into my work, to improve my memory and my ability to positively influence others. Any comments?
Saw my family doctor this afternoon, to debrief my surgery and relapse with her. She has been away, so I haven't seen her for awhile. Had a good visit, and just as we were leaving, she said, "Oh, wait…I have a gift for you!" Who gets a gift from their doctor. I was thunderstruck, said thank you, and left with a huge gift bag. When I got home, I discovered a huge bottle of 21 year old Glenfiddich! That was amazing enough, but even more amazing was the little card that accompanied the gift. It was a plain card, handwritten by Dr. Swartz - I recognized her handwriting - and it said: "A belated Christmas gift to one of the people I respect, admire and appreciate most."
I've been wondering about that wonderful compliment for awhile this evening. In some way, I think I act as pastor to the Dr. The card expressed the kind of sentiment that one sees attached to gifts that people give their pastor or therapist - I have received those in the distant past.
Quite amazing to realize that, in ways that I can't imagine, I have influence and an impact of this woman who has cared for me for a decade. I was, and am, profoundly touched by this gesture. (The scotch is good, too.) This is especially uplifting to me in the midst of my current situation. Not only my medical setback, but the tension building around my work situation, where conflict lurks just below the surface, and will certainly arise in some form before summer.
An altogether full day, with lots to ponder. If you are interested in how one can touch the unconscious mind, go to You Tube and look up "Derren Brown." He is a most remarkable man. Seems like a magician, but in reality is a very careful observer, a man who understands human predictability, and who plans his interactions in great detail.
This is enough for tonight… time to shift to another activity. Recovery shortens my attention span, I guess. See you later…
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