Purpose in the Madness

The writing gathered here is evidence of a frustrated personality. I have a clear vision of human potential, and have tried to organize concepts that make that potential accessible. That effort occurred in a vacuum, and was not supported materially. In fact, the tendency is for the world to resist such manifestations.

My shift to hypnotherapy is symptomatic. When I interviewed at the Hypnosis Motivation Institute, I questioned Mario Pescatore regarding the community ethic. He assured me that hypnotherapists had enough commercial opportunity that they did not attempt to exclude new practitioners. In fact, I find myself wandering in a Game of Thrones psychic battle zone, among competitors that resort to attacking my clients when they find me immune to their influence.

So I was beginning to feel sorry for myself at the end of February, and resolved at the beginning of March focus on leaving behind the therapeutic philosophy and methods that I have evolved. I am serializing it out on the Hypnotherapy 601 Facebook group.

And then I had a sending.

The etheric realms are anticipating the arrival of a huge number of traumatized souls. They need 1) to understand the structure of human nature in this era, and 2) methods to identify and retain the loving core in each individual.

This is my purpose for being here in this moment, at this time, and nothing else matters. I am at peace.

Not All Lost

Spent a fair portion of the day yesterday in the Santa Clarita area. Both church services I attended focused on Thursday’s events at Saugus High School. When I returned at 7 PM for the vigil in Central Park, the park was packed with people – I ended up standing 200 or more feet from the stage.

I did the best that I could to support the speakers, several of whom teetered on the edge of emotional collapse.

I was heartened that both of the deceased children were memorialized. I’ve been to several cities after such shootings, and this was the first time the shooter was remembered as a loving, active presence in the community. I consider it a huge step forward.

Q.E.D.

Those of you who have followed my blog will have noticed that I have gone silent. In part this reflects a shift in focus: I’m still producing creative material out at Hypnosis Rising. But the work that I began here continues, it’s just shifted into another phase.

So why not continue writing here?

It’s not that there’s no point to the writing.

So what was the point?

Around sixteen, I placed love at the center of my intellectual universe. Listening to the confused public discourse of the ’70s, as splintering demographics set out to stake out their rights and privileges, I realized that the word had become degraded. So I set out to reclaim it.

What I realize now is how critical that decision was to my intellectual growth. We can either wrestle ideas into our service or we can facilitate their interaction. Any serious attempt to assess the material here will confront its astonishing breadth and depth. I know, because when I have free time and go back and look at it, I am flummoxed. Where did all of this come from?

Well, it came from ideas that were allowed to seek their natural place in the service of love. To understand that statement, I guess I should clarify that I see ideas as little angels. I don’t try to force them into my possession, I allow them to use my brain as a means of reorganizing themselves. They seem to enjoy working with me.

So to explain my silence: I don’t write because I can no longer see the borders of the universe that they have formed around me. They seem satisfied with what we have accomplished. No, “satisfied” is too weak. They are joyous.

Unfortunately, we live in an era that uses mass communication to suborn ideas to the end of self-promotion. That practice chews away at the periphery of my intellect. Most of my energy is spent holding the chaos at bay.

For those familiar with the phrase, “the center will hold.” The events will probably surprise you as they unfold. I point you to Martin Luther King Jr.’s last speech. I’m not about to allow those that control the mechanism of exchange to pollute my intellect, nor will I cede our power to them. Instead I pity them, for in attempting to do either (as proven in “Love Works”) they destroy themselves.

They subscribe to the prerogatives of selfishness and the outcomes of Death. I have chosen Love and Life.

Random Acts of Grace

While the material aspects of existence have been troubling, over the last four months I’ve had sublime experiences in the spiritual realm.

Since starting hypnotherapy full-time in January, the practice has been a financial disaster. I won’t go into the details, except to say that it appears that destiny is testing my commitment. By stretching out my credit cards and pulling down my 401(k), I should be able to make it through to September, at which point I’m going to have to throw myself on the mercy of strangers.

But hypnotherapy is only a metaphor for the greater work, and having freed myself from the projections of anger and greed contingent upon my employment, what emanates from me now stimulates grace-filled events.

When walking to Ecstatic Dance LA on Easter, a drunken youth waiting with three friends at a bus stop calls upon me for a blessing.

During a conversation with a new friend, I ask if she would mind if I projected the song she had offered to play for me. It resonates powerfully on the right side of my mind, and my female friends in the office building whisper and bow their heads to me the next day.

Having overcome the political cabal that has sought to suppress my business, female friends start showing up at Dance Tribe on Sunday. In the early morning hours, I have a terrible dream about trying to research hypnotherapy on the web. While one of them waits in the background as a passive support, I can’t type the terms into the search box. Another female presence tries to push me toward her, but I cry out to heaven, “Father! Help me! I can’t do it any more!” I wake up and announce to the air “You’re just trying to beat me down,” while I fix my attention on the female Chinese hypnotherapists that had set up the scenario.

And again today at Ecstatic Dance LA, where on Easter I first called the Tree of Life from the center of the floor. A graceful young beauty appears for the first time. She assumes that I’m trying to seduce her until I project that I’ve got far more important things to worry about. We skirt each other for two hours until the end of the dance, when I hold space for her as she winds herself into my energy. Assured, I reach down and raise the Tree of Life over the gathering. While I project the broad canopy from my outstretched palms, she starts to dip toward the floor before flinging her arm imperiously upward. And suddenly my heart cracks open and I scream in grief – two long agonizing cries before I realize that multitudes of men are escaping my heart. Men that died for love, now seeking healing among the leaves.

I guess that I’ve got your attention, ladies. What happens next?

Lady’s Man

At my Tuesday morning professional networking meeting, after the speakers have finished we go around the table to offer referrals and answer an ice-breaker question. Yesterday’s was pretty pedestrian: What historical figure would you like to meet and why?

The group is evenly split between men and women, but by the time the table had come around to me, the first nine answers had all been men. Eventually a lady after me offered “Susan B. Anthony.” The same woman also showed a religious turn of mind, saying that I had stolen her answer – “kinda” – before concluding “and Jesus.”

And myself? I would dearly love to sit for twenty minutes near the pregnant Virgin. Perhaps at the well as she rested for a few minutes in the sun’s warmth.

Just to feel her grace wash over me.

HypnoEuphoria

I am happy and proud to announce that last night I completed my year-long training program at the Hypnosis Motivation Institute. I am qualified for designation as a Certified Hypnotherapist. Along with the required coursework, I completed more than a hundred hours of certification trainings with the American Hypnosis Association.

The most painful part of the process was the slog from Ventura through rush-hour traffic. The frustration moderated mid-way through when I discovered K-LOVE, but I must admit that over the last week – with four sessions back-to-back instead of the usual two – as I crawled through early Christmas deadlock I found myself thinking “I am SO OVER THIS.”

But it is over – or at least the beginning is over. Now comes the fulfillment: I’ll be down in Ventura giving presentations, organizing group imagery sessions and working with clients.

And blogging again – most of it out at Hypnosis Rising, where I plan┬áto publish an article and post a week. But I’ll also be more active here in a new way. Where in the past I’ve been trying create value by explaining “life, the universe and everything”, with hypnotherapy as an outlet for my caring self, I can commit now to developing and solidifying friendships with like-minded people in the blogosphere.