After explaining this experience to my client, I
asked him how serious he was about making a documentary, noting
that this would be the most opportune time to get the stories of
these 17 people on film. I knew that once I interviewed them for
the book, they would never tell the story quite as graphically or
emotionally again. Since I had to interview these people for the
book anyway, I suggested it would be wise to interview them on
camera if he ever thought he might want to use this footage for a
documentary some day.
My client responded by saying, “Well, in that case, this
would be a good time to send me that proposal we talked about.”
So I did. And, to my surprise, he accepted it. Gulp!
How did this happen? I wondered to myself. I was merely
suggesting that I film my interviews in case he wanted to make a
documentary in the future. But now, before I had time to even
think twice about it, I was being hired to make the documentary
now. What was he thinking? He knew I’d never made one before.
Yet now he was sending me a check for the downpayment.
In a moment’s notice, our lives can take a very sharp turn.
At first, I was scared to death. But the more I thought about it,
this was a turn that had me excited. It was an incredible
opportunity. Sure I’d never made a documentary, but I did have a
lot of experience behind a camera; I had skills as an experienced
storyteller; and I knew that whatever I didn’t know, I could
learn. So, once I thought it through, my feelings of fear turned
to confidence; that is, until I began to talk to other people
Without hesitation, I began to tell family members, friends and
colleagues about my new adventure. After all, I was excited and
wanted to share my enthusiasm with those closest to me. Well, most
people shared in my excitement, but a few gave me looks and
comments that basically equaled, “Who do you think you are?”
and “What do you know about making a documentary?”
The first person who did this was one of my closest friends. He
didn’t actually say anything; he just gave me the look. We were
out to dinner at a restaurant when I mentioned it, and his fork
hit the plate about the same time his jaw did. Melissa saw it,
too, so I knew I wasn’t imagining things. But I awaited his
response to be sure I was interpreting his reaction correctly.
When he changed the subject without commenting (not even a word),
I knew his facial reaction was reflecting his thoughts. He couldn’t
think of anything positive to say, so he didn’t say anything at
all. And, in all honesty, his reaction then made me feel insecure.
I wondered if he was justified in thinking that I had no right to
be taking on such an enormous responsibility.
The next person I remember telling about the documentary who
also reacted rather unenthusiastically was a guy I knew from town.
I’d been supportive of him during a new venture of his own, so I
felt safe telling him about my new adventure. After giving me a
look like I just did something really stupid, he actually said,
“What do you know about making a documentary?” (emphasis on
the word “you”). At least he verbalized what he was feeling. I
told him I knew nothing about making a documentary, which is why
it was such a great challenge. This guy seemed disgusted with my
After four or five critical reactions like this, I eventually
stopped telling people unless I absolutely knew they’d be
supportive. This was such a big challenge and commitment that I
needed all the confidence I could muster to pull it off. But there
were two parts of me that reacted to these naysayers: one that
felt angry with them for making me feel incapable and the other
that wondered if they were right.
It was true that I had never made a documentary before, and
this made me worry that I’d just bitten off more than I could
chew. What if I failed? What if my client was unsatisfied after
working on this for two years? What if the whole world laughed at
me? After all, documentaries are meant to be seen. Now everyone
might see this potential mess-of-a-movie that I was going to make.
At other times, when my energy was high and my confidence was
strong, I reminded myself that I had never written a book before I
wrote my first book, never published a magazine before I started
OfSpirit.com Magazine, never worked as a private investigator
before I started my own investigation agency, and had never
ghostwritten a book before I took on my first ghostwriting
project. Yet since all of those firsts turned into successful
career moves that each lasted several years, I knew I was never
going to become a documentary filmmaker without creating my first
The greatest part was that I had a client who was willing to
pay me to make this documentary knowing that I had never made one
before. In essence, I was getting paid to learn how to be a
filmmaker. Thank goodness he didn’t feel the same way as those
friends of mine with the unsupportive comments. In fact, as I
later began to think about those people more clearly, I could see
that my willingness to take a risk to do something new—maybe
even something extraordinary— must have reflected something back
to them that made them feel bad about themselves. Possibly they
felt bad for not being willing to take risks in their own life;
that is, to step outside their safe-zone and fulfill a personal
dream. My client, on the other hand, a successful man and risk
taker in his own right, appreciated my willingness to do this,
which is why he was willing to take a risk on me.
To prepare for my new adventure, the first thing I did was talk
with people in the film business. I talked with four documentary
filmmakers and someone who has been working in the feature film
business in Hollywood for over 20 years. It’s amazing how
helpful people can be when you tell them you’re new at something
and need some advice. I learned more from my conversations with
these people who work daily at their craft than I might have
learned in a year of film school. And the first thing I learned
was what I needed for equipment.
I used the first payment from my documentary fee to purchase
$25,000 in camera, lighting and editing equipment. I got the best
gear that I could afford. And I also purchased over a dozen books
and several DVDs on documentary filmmaking. While I immersed
myself in learning the craft, I also began watching one
documentary a day for three months. I then evaluated these
documentaries according to the information I was learning from my
books and DVDs. Between my conversations with filmmakers, my books
and DVDs, and the 90-plus documentaries I watched and evaluated, I
was absorbing the ins-and-outs of filmmaking in record time.
After three months, it was time to take what I’d learned so
far and put it to use. I had to ship all my equipment from Maine
to Washington State to begin filming. Although I felt prepared to
a point, I wished that I’d had more time to learn. Just to be
safe, I hired an experienced cameraman to help me get the best
footage possible. He had worked on documentaries for the History
Channel and A&E, as well as his own independent projects. He’d
even gone to film school. Although his substantial fee was coming
out of my own profits, it was a price I was willing to pay to be
sure I did the best job possible for my client.
It turned out that hiring this guy was my first major lesson.
He turned out to be a nightmare, both as an egomaniac who refused
to take direction from an amateur (me) and as a cameraman who had
no idea how to properly shoot video. When I finally got the
footage home to look at it, less than half of what he’d shot was
usable—and this was after a week of shooting. I was so grateful
that I had purchased two cameras, because I also had my own
footage, which turned out better than I had expected. What this
expensive mistake taught me was that my own natural instincts and
my crash course education held more value than I had thought. This
film school graduate’s mistakes actually lifted my confidence in
my own knowledge and abilities.
It was another few months before my second week of filming,
which took place in New Jersey. This gave me more time to educate
myself, evaluate more documentaries and play around with my
cameras to test some new techniques. When the time came for the
second shooting, I never questioned my own ability again. I set up
every shot, adjusted the microphones and lighting, and handled all
the interviews myself. This time I hired an inexperienced camera
operator who joyfully followed my direction and was thrilled for
the experience. And when I got this next footage home after
filming, it was exactly what I needed—95 percent of it was
Once all the footage had been videotaped, it was time to begin
editing the documentary. I suddenly realized that editing video
was an even greater challenge than recording video and one that
required a lot more education. With my client’s agreement, we
decided to wait until I had learned more about editing before
Over the course of a year, I learned how to use the
professional editing software I had purchased, the proper way to
edit a documentary, documentary storytelling techniques, audio
editing methods, the proper use of music in documentary
storytelling, and how to use narration, titles and transitions, to
name just a few of the numerous skills I had to learn.
I finally began the editing process last October 2007. I
naively believed I could complete the editing in three months, so
I priced the editing job according to that amount of time. Once I
got into it, however, I realized that I could do a much better job
if I spent more time on it, even though I knew I couldn’t ask my
client for more money. My client didn’t mind waiting, especially
since he didn’t have to pay for it; so, after a total of eight
months editing, I finally completed the documentary.
Now that it’s done, it’s the first moment I’ve had to
stop and think about all that has taken place in the last three
years. One moment I’m telling someone that I want to create a
documentary. The next thing I know, I’ve worked more than 3000
hours on it and I’ve created one. I’m officially a documentary
filmmaker! Cool. And, most importantly, my client is thrilled with
Had I allowed my fears and insecurities to stop me, I would
probably still be dreaming about making a documentary some day. I
might have died with that dream still inside me. Now I have made
one and know what it takes. I don’t know where this will all
take me next, but I’m proud to have taken on the challenge and
completed it. I dreamed. I risked. I succeeded. Now it’s time
for merely celebrating and sharing the documentary with other
people—especially those people who questioned my ability to do
it in the first place. Perhaps they’ll be inspired to take on
the challenges of their own dreams some day.
I Cried, Shivered And Shook During A Past-Life
Recently, I’ve had a lot of people ask me about past-life regression. I’ve had so many, in fact, that I thought I’d share with you the story about my first experience. Because I never expected it to work for me, you may relate to my experience and feel inspired to try it for yourself. It definitely had a life-changing effect on me.
many people, I read Many Lives, Many Masters by Dr. Brian Weiss in
1996. Dr. Weiss, a graduate of Columbia University and Yale
Medical School, was a bit skeptical when his psychotherapy
patient, Catherine, began recounting the details of her past-life
traumas. These past-life reviews, however, set Catherine free from
the anxiety and nightmares that led her to Weiss’ treatment in
the first place. Weiss was then captured by the idea of using
past-life regression as a treatment tool, and the world became
hypnotized by his best-selling books that retold in remarkable
detail the particulars of his patients’ healing journeys.
enjoyed, and even believed, Dr. Brian Weiss’ story in his now
infamous book. Still, it was a gigantic leap for me to go from
believing that Weiss’ patient regressed into a past-life to
believing that I, too, could have such an experience. I had
explored enough spiritual experiences that I had no doubt other
people could achieve hypnotic regression. I just didn’t believe
that I could do it.
one day, when I saw an advertisement for past-life regressions by
a clinical hypnotherapist named Nancy, a practitioner whom I’d
heard positive things about from other spiritual practitioners, I
said, “What the heck. Why not give it a shot?”
drove three hours from Maine to Cape Cod hoping Nancy could guide
me to a new level of hypnotic relaxation far beyond anything I’d
ever experienced. With my trusty skepticism still in check, I
wondered if I was wasting my time. But as the sun rose from the
early morning darkness, my optimism increased.
in Nancy’s office, I lied comfortably on a couch with my eyes
closed as she began the relaxation procedure. The first forty
minutes of my hypnotic induction were everything I expected. Nancy
helped me unwind with guided imagery. She walked me through
fields, across valleys, past oceans and individually relaxed every
muscle in my body. The visualization calmed my busy mind until I
lay in a semi-comatose state. I felt as if my body and mind were
one tingling mass of flesh, bones and organs. My breathing became
shallow. My heart rate slowed. My intellect stood to the side. It
was as if my busy little mind agreed to not interfere, yet kept a
protective watch in case it was needed. My resistance to the
experience was minimized by my excitement, although not entirely
free of skepticism and doubt.
you’re now going to walk down a spiraled stairway,” said
Nancy. “It has thirty-eight stairs, one for every year of your
life. At certain ages, I’m going to ask you step off the
stairway and tell me what you are experiencing at that age.
brought me down the spiraled stairway. When she asked me to step
off the stairway and tell her what I was experiencing, for the
most part I thought I was experiencing nothing. I expected movies
of my childhood to appear in my mind’s eye, but what I saw was a
blank screen. A couple thoughts popped into my head as Nancy asked
questions about the childhood moment I had stepped into, but I was
waiting for the movie and didn’t give these thoughts much
consideration. Sensing that I was having trouble, Nancy continued
guiding me down the stairway.
okay. It’ll come,” she said. “Don’t judge it. Just go with
it. It takes a little getting used to. I want you to get back on
the stairway and walk down to the bottom step. This is the day you
were born. Are you with me?”
guess so,” I said. I was putting a lot of pressure on myself,
sure that I’d be leaving her office as her worst client ever.
the count of three, you’ll be at the bottom step of the
stairway. One… two… three… You’re now on the bottom step,
the day you were born. What is happening? You might not see it.
You might just know it. Tell me what thoughts fill your mind?”
I saw no movie, but I now paid attention to the thoughts I had
been ignoring. “I think my parents are arguing. My mother
seems sad. She’s upset. I don’t see it, it’s just something
I feel.” I don’t know how I knew this; I just knew it.
good. That’s good. Just go with the experience. Don’t judge
it. I’m going to have you go back now just a little to when you
are in your mother’s womb. I’m going to count to three, and
when I reach three, you’ll be in the womb. One, two, three,
you’re now in your mother’s womb on the day of your birth.
What do you feel?”
tried not to fight the thoughts and feelings, and a few squeaked
into my consciousness. “I feel like I’m starving for
nutrition. And my mother seems depressed,” I said.
else?” asked Nancy.
started trying too hard again. Everything went blank.
I was silent for a minute, Nancy continued. “Just sit with this
scene a moment. You feel like you’re starving for nutrition.
Your mother seems depressed. Just stay with it, experience it. And
let me know if anything more comes.”
more came to me. I was still disappointed that I wasn’t seeing
anything, so I figured I was definitely failing at the regression.
Nancy must have sensed my discouragement, as she decided to move
into a past life.
further deepening my hypnotic state, which is really just an
intensely relaxed state of mind, Nancy guided me into deeper
realms of subconscious knowing. She led me down an elevator,
suggesting that I feel more relaxed with each descending floor.
She then verbally guided me out of the elevator and toward a door.
Behind the door was a white light, and apparently a previous
lifetime. While I was still hopeful, my inability to see the
movie-like visions of my childhood had added to my doubt that this
would be a successful regression. All the same, I was able to
envision the door she suggested and the white light behind it, at
least in my imagination, so I persisted. Finally, at Nancy’s
suggestion, I opened the door to discover where I was.
following is the actual transcript of this part of the regression,
word for word, that was recorded on tape. I’ve added some side
comments in [brackets] to help you better understand what is
happening in the room and in my thoughts.
“Is it daytime or nighttime.”
“I guess it’s daytime. I don’t know if I’m there.” [I
still seriously doubted my ability to do this, and I was sure I wasn’t
doing it correctly.]
“Yeah, just trust it. It becomes more and more vivid as you go
“Are you inside or outside?”
“Outside.” [Again, I wasn’t sure how I knew this. I just
“Now I want you to simply look down at your feet and tell me
what is covering your feet.”
[There was a long pause. I knew what I saw, but I didn’t trust
it. It wasn’t like it was something I viewed in a picture or a
movie. It was more of a knowing of what was on my feet. But I
hesitated because it seemed so cliché—I was wearing sandals.]
“I just want to say sandals, I guess.”
“That’s fine. It may not be that you see it. It may just be a
knowing. Trust whatever way the information comes. And
know that as you continue, it absolutely becomes more vivid and
clear. And so now that you look at your life, look down and tell
me what is covering your legs?”
[long pause] “I don’t think anything.” [The truth was that I
saw myself wearing a skirt or kilt, but I wasn’t going to say
that out loud. So I told Nancy the truth.] ”There isn’t
anything covering my legs.”
“Okay, what is covering your chest or torso?”
[Another long pause] “It sounds silly. I think it’s some kind
“Uh huh, just go with it. And what is over your head? Do you
have anything on your head?”
“I don’t know.” [I saw an armored helmet with two bones or
tusk-like things sticking out of it; but again, I felt silly
saying it. It seemed so fairytale. “I don’t know,” is all I
“Let your logical and judging mind step aside, and let whatever
impressions come to mind. Let it come.”
“I guess it’s a helmet.” [I also knew that this wasn’t a
battle helmet, but rather a costume or some type of formal wear.
Again, not trusting my thoughts, I just let it slide without
“And about how old are you?”
“Forties.” [I got the number forty-three, but told Nancy
forties for some reason, still not trusting what I was getting.]
“And at the count of three, the year is going to pop into your
mind. Just trust yourself to know it. One, two, three… what year
“1643.” [It came quickly and matter-of-factly. I was
And at the count of three, you are going to know the country or
geographical location. One, two, three… where are you?”
“It seems like some Celtic place. I don’t know the country.”
“And now at the count of three, you are going to know your name.
What do people call you? One, two, three…”
“George.” [Now if I were making this up, I would have chosen
Clint or Dirk or something. I was actually a little disappointed
with the name George. There isn’t anything wrong with that name.
I just don’t have a good association with it in reference to
people I know. So the fact that “George” popped into my head
gave me a little more confidence that I was actually doing this
hypnotic regression thing correctly.]
“George. Great. Thank you, George, for being here. Tell me,
George, why are dressed in armor? What is happening today?”
“I guess it’s a celebration of some sort.” [At this point, I
didn’t feel like George, but rather Bob sensing myself as
George, so I thought it awkward that Nancy was speaking directly
to George. But I understood what she was doing, so I just answered
her questions without correcting her in regards to whom she was
speaking. If you could hear the tape, you would hear my voice as
soft and slow. My answers were brief. Normally, I’m fast to
respond, more articulate than I was during this regression, and
brevity is not generally my forte.]
“George, what kind of a celebration is it?”
“It’s a parade.”
“What’s the celebration about? What’s happened?”
“We won a battle.” [Nancy was right. Things were becoming more
“Who have you been fighting, George? Who is the enemy?”
“So that is a good reason to celebrate, winning a battle against
those English, huh? Tell me, George, what have you been fighting
over? What is the battle about?”
“George, what do you do for a living?”
“Yeah, you’re a farmer. [Nancy seemed to know the answers
before I gave them, as if she was seeing them herself.
When she said “Yeah,” it was as if I got what she was
getting.] Do you have a large farm or a small one?”
“It’s a small farm.”
“And what do you raise?”
[pause] “Sheep, I guess.”
“Tell me, George, are you married?”
“And what is your wife’s name?”
“And how long have you been married to Linda?”
“Twenty-three years.” [Everything was coming really fast now.
I was feeling more confident about my answers.]
“And do you have children?”
“And what is your child’s name?”
[long pause] “Jeffrey.” [Or Geoffrey. I didn’t know the
spelling. That sounded to me like a really unlikely name for
someone of Celtic descent, but what do I know? Maybe Jeffrey or
Geoffrey is a Celtic name.]
“And how old is Jeffrey?”
“Hm hmm, Jeffery is nine. [There she goes again, as if she knew
the answer before I did.] Tell me, what kind of life do you have?
Are you happy, content, sad, disappointed? What is your life like
as you look at it?”
“I’m happy… proud.”
“And what are you proud of?”
“My heritage.” [It was if I were inside of George feeling his
pride. It was amazing.]
“Yeah. And what kind of a husband are you?”
“I’m a good husband.”
“And what kind of a father; do you spend time with your son?”
“Yes. When I’m around.”
“Are you gone much?”
“Only when we are fighting.”
“And how do you feel about fighting?”
“Ah, I’m proud to fight. They are trying to take our land.”
“Yeah, they are trying to take something from you; that’s
wrong. Are you ethical? Do you go by what’s right?”
“And do you train your son that same thing?”
“As you look at your life and the celebration, are you a
friendly person or are you kind of quiet? What is your personality
“I’m friendly, popular. It’s a small town. Everyone is
friendly.” [I could actually feel George’s joyful and friendly
nature. Again, I felt as if I were inside his body and feeling his
enthusiasm for life and his pride for who he is—or was.]
“Well tell me George, this is a significant day, is it?”
[Nancy’s intuition is great. How did she know this?]
“What makes this a special day?”
“We won some battle.”
“Yup. Well I want you to move forward now at the count of three
to a significant event in that day. Moving forward now, one, two,
three… what happened?”
[long silence, shock] “We were attacked. We were attacked during
“You weren’t expecting that, were you?”
“A lot of people were killed.”
“What about your wife and child?”
“No, they’re okay.”
“What happens with you? Allow that to unfold.”
[long pause, heavy breathing, becoming emotional] “I’m
fighting, I can’t… I can’t save everyone.”
“Yes, a lot of fighting. But move forward and tell me what
happens to you?”
“I live, but I have to live with that I couldn’t save
“And what was that like for you?”
[emotional] “It was sad.”
“You took it hard, did you?”
“I felt like it was my fault.”
“How come it was your fault.”
“Because I was their leader.” [sobbing]
“Let yourself feel what that was like. People in the town died.
And you lived but you have to live with that. How much longer did
you live? I want you to move through that and move on with your
life now. On that last day of your life when it is your turn to
pass over, how old are you on that day?”
[heavy emotion, breathing] “Sixty-three.”
“So you live another twenty years, huh? And what are those
twenty years like for you?”
“They, um, they are… I’m trying to think of the word…”
“Do you continue to hold it against yourself that those people
“Forever.” [I’m an emotional mess.]
“And what happens, does it affect your relationships with your
wife, your son, your friends, yourself?”
“I’m not happy anymore.” [I’m still emotionally in despair
as Nancy questions me.]
“So you hold it against you forever?”
“Is that something you decide?”
“I can’t forgive myself.” [My voice is cracking.]
“So you are not happy anymore.”
[long period of deep emotion, soft crying, shaking]
“Notice how that affects your relationship with your wife, your
son, your friends and yourself. Then moving on to the last day of
your life, are you ill or healthy or what is the condition?”
“Just old and defeated. I want to die.” [I’m still shaking,
now filled with shivers and an inner cold that filled me to the
core of my being.]
“Yeah, you are done, huh? Move to that time now. You are old and
defeated and ready to go. Are you alone or is someone with you?
“My wife is with me.” [I could see her kneeling at my side as
I lay down waiting to die. I could not see anything else around
us, not field or ground, no furniture or shelter, everything was
blank except for my wife kneeling beside my dying body.]
“And how is she doing with you? Does she still love you or has
it been a difficult time?
“No, she loves me. She is strong.”
“I want you to move now past that time. At the count of three,
just move beyond it. One, two, three… Do you see yourself
floating away from your body?”
“Yeah.” [I could see the scene: my wife and myself (George’s
dying body) slowly getting smaller, as if I (my soul) were moving
upwards into the sky. The scene of Linda and George’s body
slowly disappeared, but the emotions—the pain and despair that I
felt during those last twenty years and on the day of my
death—continued to stay within me.]
session lasted almost another hour, but what you just read is the
experience that ruptured my disbelief that past-life regression
was for other people, not me. What surprised me most was my
physical reaction to the ambush during the parade. It was as if I
relived the horror of the moment. I was crying and I felt the
dread and despair that George must have felt upon seeing his dear
friends slaughtered. I suffered the sense of anguish and
self-loathing that George felt for being their leader and not
being able to save them. My body shook and shivered, and I froze
from the very core of my being up through to the very top layer of
my skin. Upon my request, Nancy kept covering me with
blankets—five blankets in all. She also cranked up her heater
for my benefit and sweltered in the hot room as she continued the
regression. Finally, since the blankets and heater had no effect
on me, she instructed me to warm myself from the inside out using
hypnotic suggestion. This worked quickly and we moved forward in
to Nancy, many people’s experiences are different then
mine—many people actually “see” the movie-like scenes I was
expecting. Perhaps I, too, will have that experience one day. Or,
maybe because I’m not a visual person—I couldn’t tell you
what my wife has been wearing all day even as she sits in the next
room—experiencing past lives as a knowing is the best I can ever
expect. If that’s true, I’ll take it. My past-life experience
with Nancy held everlasting benefits. It was a gift that is
greatest benefit I received from reliving my life as George came
from the second part of that session. It is also what makes Nancy
unique as a regression hypnotherapist. After learning about my
life as George, I then went into the spirit world
after my death. I know this part will be a little too much for
some people to swallow, but bear with me. While in the spirit
world following George’s lifetime, I was able to review that
life and learn the spiritual lessons that resulted from it. Each
lifetime brings new lessons. In my life as George, what I learned
will forever be engrained within me because of this experience in
the spirit world.
learned that even as leaders, as long as we are doing all that we
can to help others, no person is responsible for the lives of
other people. I learned that we do not have the right to feel in
control of such a Divine responsibility; that is, we must trust
that there is a bigger plan to which we may not be privy. My
lesson was that I did everything I could to save my fellow
townspeople that day. If it was meant that some people be killed
during this ambush, I should not second-guess God on that outcome.
also learned a lesson about forgiveness, especially
self-forgiveness. My failure to forgive myself for my friends’
deaths ruined the rest of my life, as well as my family’s and
friends’ lives in relation to me. For instance, my wife and son
lost their husband and father that day because I lived the rest of
my life in depression and self-punishment. How ironic that my
choice to not forgive myself then negatively affected the lives of
those who survived that tragic event. I missed out on twenty years
where I could have brought greater joy and prosperity to those
survivors, as well as to myself. Instead, I bathed in my sorrow
I learned a lesson about living in the moment. George was a happy
man who lived a simple life before the parade tragedy. When I
first became aware of George, I felt his intense bliss for life. I
could feel that he was full of joy, laughter and love. Yet he
squandered it all away by living in the past and focusing his
thoughts on that one, heartbreaking day. If he had stopped
thinking about the past and began living in the moment, as he did
for the first forty years of his life, both he and everyone around
him would have benefited dearly. As Nancy guided me into the
spirit world after George’s death and brought me through his
life review, I sensed the immense pain of regret that engulfed his
soul as he relived that experience from a higher level. As
difficult as that was for me, because I began shaking and sobbing
once again, it was a gift because I will not make the same
unfortunate choices in this life that I made in my life as George.
These lessons—this knowing that reached me on a cellular
level—will forever be mine.
Trapped: How Our Thoughts Increase Our Suffering
There’s so much talk these
days about staying in the present moment. But, sometimes, it’s
not that easy in times of stress. Yet, if we were able to remain
present when things go wrong, it would certainly relieve us of
unnecessary suffering. The following true story is a perfect
A few weeks ago, Melissa and
I took Libby (our 4-year-old Lab mix) for a walk down our favorite
dead-end road for walking. On our way back to the car, Libby
wanted to venture off the road and onto a path in the woods, so we
told her it was okay and followed close behind. After all, we were
about to go on vacation for a week without her, so we were trying
to get in as much “Libby time” as possible.
The path went into a
wildlife sanctuary, so it's a really beautiful wooded area. We
didn't have time to go far, as the sun was already setting, so we
let Libby venture maybe 25 feet up the path. Melissa just got done
saying to me, “I love just watching her sniff around and enjoy
herself.” Seconds later, everything took a turn for the worse.
So picture this... Libby is
sniffing around having a peaceful time, still in the middle of
this path, when all of a sudden a metal, spring-loaded trap snaps
shut on her right front paw. Libby immediately starts screeching
in pain and tries to run away from this trap, which is chained to
the ground so she can't get away. Worse, every time she pulls
away, the metal clamp pulls tighter on her paw, causing her to
panic and squeal even more.
Melissa and I can't believe
our eyes. A trap hidden under the leaves? Is this even possible…
legal? Freaking out, we frantically run up to Libby who is still
screaming in pain. Melissa puts her arms around her, trying to get
her to stop pulling away from the trap, at which she’s somewhat
successful. I immediately begin trying to open this contraption,
but the springs are so strong that I can't get it to release by
merely trying to pry open the jaws of this thing; so I begin
looking for some kind of lever or switch.
Libby’s paw in the clutches of this cold-hearted device is
heartbreaking. Her toes are being crushed and I fear what kind of
damage the teeth of this thing have done to her paw. I’m having
visions of rushing her to the animal emergency clinic (because all
the vets are closed by this time), as well as thoughts of her not
being able to walk on her bandaged paw for months.
“What are we going to
do?” I think to myself. “We can’t possibly go away on
As I continue to investigate
the trap for a release, Libby panics and begins shrieking at the
top of her lungs again and pulling on the trap and chain. Melissa
calms her one more time by hugging her tightly and talking to her
quietly. At this point, I’m angry with myself for having no idea
how these things work. All I can see is one possible lever on the
opposite end of where Libby’s paw is jammed into this thing, so
I push down on it really hard and the trap opens a tiny bit.
Unfortunately, we still can't get Libby's paw out, but it seems to
have eased some of the pressure.
At this point, I notice that
this trap doesn't have any teeth--it's just a nasty clamp with no
claws. “Thank God for that,” I think to myself. By this time,
Libby is calm but obviously still in pain, and the metal jaws are
still crushing her paw. As I hold down this lever, which is taking
all of my strength, Melissa calls the police on my cell phone. The
desk clerk is little help by phone, but I’m hoping a police
officer might know how to open this damn thing when he or she
Melissa stays on the phone
with the desk clerk while holding onto Libby to keep her still.
The clerk tells Melissa that traps are still legal but are
carefully regulated, and she didn’t think they should be located
in the middle of a path. Libby--now calmer, possibly a little in
shock--decides to lie down. As she moves her position, I can now
see there is a lever under her paw on the other side of this trap.
So, at the risk of making things worse, I grab both levers and
press down with all my might, releasing Libby's paw.
Not knowing how badly
injured her paw is, Melissa keeps Libby lying down. Still
envisioning a long night at the animal emergency hospital and a
long road to recovery, I run to the road to guide the policeman,
as I can now see his car arriving. As he and I get back to where
Melissa and Libby are located, I see that Libby’s now sitting
upright, actually putting pressure on her right front paw. I’m
amazed. We are all amazed. It’s a really good sign.
Cautiously, we encourage
Libby to stand up and try walking. I’m scared to death of the
pain it might inflict. I can tell from Melissa’s facial
expression that she fears the same. Yet, surprisingly, Libby is
able to walk. She doesn’t even limp. In fact, as we all reach
the road again, you'd never know she was just traumatized. Instead
Libby skips around, completely happy that she’s free, and begins
flirting with the police officer.
That was three weeks ago
and, today, Libby’s fine as can be. We got her home that night
and she went right to bed. We checked her paw out immediately and
even the next morning. I'm sure she had some pain; but, going by
our Vet’s recommendation, we wiggled all her digits and nothing
made her flinch. Miraculously nothing was broken, though I think
we're all going to feel the trauma of that incident for a while.
My own personal distress
during the incident was surely made worse by my projecting into
the future. Had I stayed in the present moment only, I wouldn’t
have seen Libby suffering during the 45-minute ride to the animal
emergency clinic, I wouldn’t have envisioned the teeth of the
trap piercing the toes of her little paw, and I wouldn’t have
imagined her limping on a bandaged paw for weeks or months, barely
being able to make it outside to go to the bathroom.
If I had kept my imagination
at bay by remaining in the present moment, I would have
experienced fifteen to twenty minutes of trauma and it would have
been over (like Libby). Instead, I experienced hours of stress on
the way to the clinic and at the clinic, and weeks of stress at
home during Libby’s recovery. Yet none of that happened; none of
it was real. But the body and mind doesn’t know the difference
between what’s real and what’s imagined. Physically and
emotionally, we react just as equally to both traumas. And, as a
result, we suffer unnecessarily and, therefore, our stress levels
increase—all because we haven’t learned how to stop projecting
into the future of what “might” happen.
Living in the now: It’s an
idea worth practicing. And it’s so easy even a dog can do it.
PS, Although we had never
seen them in the four years we’d been walking Libby, we actually
ran into the US Wildlife employees the next time we took a walk.
They told us that they have the traps in the woods in order to
protect the piping plovers, a bird that is on the endangered
species list. Because the fox and coyote eat the plovers, the US
Wildlife folks feel it’s a good idea to trap and then kill the
fox and coyote in that area. In fact, the reason we happened to
run upon them this particular day was because they were also
shooting crows in order to protect the plovers.
When we told someone who
lived in the area about the traps, they said that other dogs had
been trapped, as well, in the past. They weren’t as lucky as
Libby and ended up with severe injuries. These residents of the
area also said that because the fox were being killed, they were
now inundated with an overabundance of ground hogs. Lucky for the
groundhogs, they aren’t a threat to the piping plovers.
A couple months ago, I go the flu. It took me down for a full week. Since I hadn’t enjoyed any coffee for the week, it seemed a good time to quit—I had a bit of an addiction to it.
I had tried quitting before, more than once; but the mind-splitting headaches and afternoon depressions were stronger than my desire to be free from the gods’ nectar. This time was different. Thanks to the flu virus, I’d already been through the worst of it—the first week—and I didn’t even feel the withdraw symptoms. So I thought I’d give it a go.
After six weeks of coffee-free living, I realized that I hadn’t just been using coffee for its caffeine pick-me-ups; I also enjoy the flavor. And I felt that I could enjoy a
cup-a-joe occasionally for the pleasure of it without turning it into an everyday habit. So I promised myself that I would only have a coffee once a week if I could sit and drink it consciously (rather than while driving or shopping, for instance). Hence, the idea of Conscious Coffee was born.
Coincidentally, while I was thinking about Conscious Coffee, my friend, Trish
Whynot, sent an article to us about her own experience giving up coffee in the past. Don’t you love synchronicity? In her own way, Trish talked about going back to coffee later, but being more conscious about it, rather than drinking on the go. After the coincidence of this article, I knew this Conscious Coffee idea was going to be powerful.
My wife, Melissa, decided to join me for Conscious Coffee on Sundays. And since I enjoy Starbucks coffee more than any other, we decided to take our Conscious Coffee Sunday to the Starbucks café. Little did either of us know what a precious ritual this would become to us. We’d order our drinks and treats (you have to enjoy a Conscious Coffee with something tasty), and we’d find ourselves a table where Melissa could sit in the sun and I could sit in the shade. Then we’d just nibble, sip and be with one another.
At first, I focused on my coffee and iced lemon loaf. Little by little, I’d take a bite and then take a sip. My awareness was on my taste buds. Had Starbucks improved their brewing process even more? Then I expanded my awareness to Melissa. It was nice to just sit and soak in her company. I noticed how striking she looked, how calm and peaceful she appeared, and how she moved with grace. My consciousness then expanded once again to the other people in the café. Children giggled. Students studied. Adults drank their beverages in quiet solitude. And then there was the music: Van Morrison, James Taylor, The Beatles and James Blunt. How often am I simply oblivious to the music, I wondered? I hadn’t felt so aware of my surroundings in years. Even after the caffeine kicked our jaws into gear, Melissa and I enjoyed a conversation that was magnificent.
I’m sure it’s no coincidence that, two weeks after beginning our Conscious Coffee Sundays, we began reading A New World by Eckhart Tolle and watching the Tolle interviews with Oprah online. Sure enough, the book and online interviews are all about being conscious in our lives. Tolle encourages us to be in the present moment by eating, working, exercising, driving, walking and even sitting consciously. Rather than continue the rat race by living on automatic—moving through our lives unconsciously—we need to stop doing and begin being in the now without thinking, that is, without focusing on regrets about the past or worries about the future, says Tolle [my paraphrasing].
I’m not sure I would have absorbed the book and online interviews as quickly if not for my Conscious Coffee on Sundays. These were the perfect segue for understanding the value of being in the moment, being conscious of what I’m doing and with whom I’m doing it, and taking time to stop rushing through my life to get somewhere else. Tolle and Oprah taught me while my Conscious Coffee showed me that what is most important is whatever and whoever is right in front of me at any given moment. What a waste to be thinking about work on Monday while being unmindful of our time off on Sunday. What a waste to be thinking of our issues with another while we sit unconsciously with our children, spouse or friend.
Conscious Coffee Sunday has become a valued event. Melissa and I look forward to it all week long. But it’s important to point out that it’s not about the coffee. It could be Conscious Nephews, where we sit and be with our nephews, Ryan and Liam. Or it could be Conscious Dinner, Conscious Cleaning, Conscious Dog Walking or Conscious Massage. The point is to be present, soaking in the sounds, feelings, smells and flavors of the moment.
For beginners, like myself, I think it helps to start with a comfortable environment. The cafés we choose have a clean and relaxing energy about them. You have to take into account that we live in Maine. I’ve been in a few Starbucks in Boston that I wouldn’t go to for Conscious Coffee Sunday. Not that we couldn’t enjoy that, too; it would just be a different experience. A busy, hectic location might be a lot to take in for someone who is trying to keep the mind silent.
I’ve never been one to read a book and entirely change my life based on its teachings. But I do believe that Tolle’s A New World has that potential for some people. For me, it’s put what I’ve learned from my Conscious Coffee experiences into perspective. I now understand why Melissa and I spent two hours at Starbucks this past Sunday. All we did was sit and eat and talk—together, consciously—but it was the highlight of my week. Perhaps there is something in all of this for you, too. So I thought I share it with you.
For anyone interested in listening to the Oprah/Tolle interviews (over 2 million people have watched these 90-minute episodes weekly), you can download them or watch them via streaming video at Oprah.com (or
MARCH 5, 2008
The Stages Of Enlightenment:
One Man's Belief
people have asked me what I know about the stages of
enlightenment. My first answer is that I know nothing; nobody
really knows until we cross-over. But I will share with you my
believe that we are all energy beams that reach out from the
Source, the light and love of God, like rays of light that reach
out from the sun. When we first leave the Source, we are blank
slates, eager to have experiences that will teach us all there is
to know. At first, our energy is low and dense because we are new
and inexperienced. As we have experiences that teach us universal
wisdom, our energy vibration (our frequency) increases. And
slowly, after many lives and many experiences, our vibration
slowly increases so that we work our way back to the Source—the
One with the highest vibration.
believe that we increase our energy and our knowledge by
experiencing the polar aspects of all there is to know. Our
knowledge gives us an appreciation and understanding that makes us
ever more complete with each new experience. In other words, we
learn from experiencing both sides of every possibility. In order
to fully understand and appreciate kindness, we must experience
cruelty. In order to fully understand and appreciate joy, we must
experience depression. In order to fully understand and appreciate
health, we must experience sickness. In order to fully understand
and appreciate comfort, we must experience discomfort. And so it
goes for every possible experience that exists, we experience both
sides of the spectrum in order to understand and appreciate the
we reincarnate from one life to another, we can only take on so
many experiences at one time. In one life, we might learn about
loneliness and poverty. In another, we might grow to understand
addiction and codependency. In another, fame. In another,
companionship. In another, being needed and taking care of someone
in need. In another, mental illness. In another, unconditional
love. Sometimes we can handle two or three, or maybe several,
lessons in one lifetime. Sometimes one major lesson may be all we
can take and our life might be very short. And some lives may even
be strictly for the purpose of helping someone else’s spiritual
growth, although we always benefit energetically whenever we help
another soul in their journey.
we complete each lifetime, our energy frequency increases and we
grow closer to the Source. After several lifetimes, we are
vibrating at faster speeds and we have gained an understanding and
appreciation for many facets of being. It is my belief that if
someone finds themselves passionate about helping the homeless or
foster children or the mentally impaired, that they have likely
experienced that condition in a past life. This is why they have
compassion in this area and for these people, because on a
cellular and subconscious level they understand and appreciate the
circumstances and conditions that these people know. This is why
God, our Creator, has unconditional love, compassion and
understanding for us. He knows all sides of every experience.
people may choose not to return to earth for another lifetime
because lessons can also be learned in the spirit world. We can
help people on earth as spirit-guides ourselves, assist in helping
souls cross-over, comfort pets while they await their earthly
owners to return to heaven, or any number of possible “jobs.”
However, from what I have learned, we reincarnate because
spiritual growth is much faster here on earth. Similar to the
“No Pain, No Gain” philosophy regarding physical fitness, the
struggles we endure on earth are like going to the health club to
exercise. With each grueling work out (each life), we return with
time a life is ended, our souls return home to heaven. And each
time we return to the spirit world, we are instantly freed of all
pain and sickness, all fear and all earthly concerns. We are
instantaneously bathed in the comfort, joy and love of the
Ultimate Light. Regardless of how difficult our last lifetime was,
we sigh in our emancipation and think to ourselves, “Wow, what a
relief!” And as we discover the immense growth we gained from
that lifetime, we think, “Hey, that wasn’t so bad. I can do
that again.” And before we know it, we are planning our next
each lifetime voyage we are even closer to reaching God’s
vibrational frequency—the ultimate, final destination. Then, at
some point we know all there is to know and have experienced all
there is to experience. We have the highest understanding and
appreciation attainable. And upon that last lesson, the final
earthly existence that completes us, we merge again with our
Creator to an eternity of euphoria and ecstasy.
is my interpretation of life and the afterlife according to my
experiences, research and beliefs over the last few years. I
can’t prove it, but it helps me to understand why bad things
happen to good people, why children suffer, and why God allows the
tragedies and sufferings of innocent human beings to exist.
Although it doesn’t make negative experiences any less tragic or
difficult to endure, and in no way do I intend to make light of
anyone’s suffering or hardships or suggest that we stand idly by
and watch people struggle—we should always do what we can to
ease the burdens of others—it helps me to believe there is a
spiritual purpose to life’s challenges. By believing that we
learn to know love as much by experiencing hate and suffering as
we do kindness and compassion, it helps me to make sense of this
world and trust that every person’s suffering will be relieved
and rewarded in the end.
FEBRUARY 7, 2008
Are Your Fears
Creating Your Reality? Let Coincidence Guide You
A couple weeks
ago, I began to worry about a potential problem that might occur
with a new project I was creating—a project that was
near-and-dear to my heart and was something I’ve wanted to do
for years. For some reason, my fears took over and I became
focused on this potential problem that might possibly occur
someday, though it was most unlikely.
night, I got together with three friends whom I particularly trust
and highly respect their opinions. So I presented the potential
problem to them in order to get their feedback. They, of course,
already knew about the project, since I had shared it with them
over a year ago.
then focused on this topic for over an hour. Different people had
different opinions, and some even changed their opinion as the
debates continued. At one point, we even discussed the proper
wording of how the new project should be marketed so as to avoid
the confusion and misunderstanding I feared might happen, thereby
avoiding the potential problem. And that was the end of it. After
an emotionally driven hour of talking, I was worn out from the
conversation and asked to move on to another discussion—still
feeling fearful about the issue, maybe more so.
The next morning,
I checked my email and couldn’t believe my eyes. A complete
stranger in some other part of the country had read an article I
wrote several years ago in reference to my new desired project.
And wouldn’t you know it, she misunderstood how I worded it and
challenged me to explain.
I knew instantly
that the energy and emotion I had given the issue the night
before—while discussing the subject with friends for over an
hour—had attracted the very thing I feared into my life.
A couple hours
later, a psychic medium from my newest site, BestPsychicDirectory.com,
called and left me a voice message. I had talked to this medium a
couple times on the phone, but I didn’t know her well. She said,
“Bob, I was meditating this morning and I thought of you when I
was given a message. I don’t know who this message is for, but I
know I’m supposed to deliver it to you. The message is: Your
spirit needs you to do something, so stop making excuses and just
She was right. I
was using the potential problem that might possibly happen as an
excuse to not move forward with a project that was near-and-dear
to my heart. I had let fear steer me to avoid doing what my spirit
needed me to do. There are potential problems down the road with
any new project. The only reason I got focused on this one was to
avoid doing something that scared the heck out of me. I wasn’t
afraid of the potential problem. I was afraid of all that was
entailed in fulfilling one of my lifelong dreams.
of both the email from the stranger and the phone call from the
medium—both within a couple hours of one another—awakened me
from my absurd thought pattern. I stopped being fearful and felt
supported and encouraged by the Universe.
This event got me
thinking about the power of attention versus intention. We’ve
heard a lot about the power of intention lately. Intention is when
our thoughts and actions manifest things, people and circumstances
into our lives from the field of Cosmic Consciousness. But there
is another side to the law of attraction that few people
discuss—attention. Attention is when we focus our thoughts and
actions upon something, thereby activating its energy field.
Attention puts energy into the subject of our focus. And,
therefore, whatever we focus upon expands.
So, in the words
of Deepak Chopra “As our attention creates energy, intention
brings about the transformation of that energy.”
When it comes to
attention or intention, everything begins with a thought.
Thoughts, of course, include everything we think about, but also
the feelings (emotions) we associate with those thoughts. The
higher intensity of emotion associated with a thought, the more
powerful it is.
Actions are the
result of thoughts and take our attention one step further.
Actions include writing, talking and doing. In order of the
intensity of energy projected, we think about it, we write about
it, we talk about it, and we take action in response to it. And
with each new concentration of attention (and the emotion attached
to it), the subject of our attention expands.
In my case, I
thought of a potential problem that might occur. First I thought
about it, and nothing happened (not yet anyway). But then I put
more energy into it by talking about it with my friends. Talking,
our conversation, was an action. The conversation increased the
emotions I was feeling in reference to it. Plus, I now had four
heads thinking and talking about it instead of just one.
The energy of
attention had now multiplied exponentially (from thinking to
talking, from one person to four people, from low emotion to high
emotion). And that’s all it took to influence one stranger to
just happen to find an old article of mine, read it, find the
exact wording that I feared might be misconstrued, and email me
about it. Voila! The potential problem I focused upon became a
There was a time
in my life, long before my eight years of researching
spirituality, when I would have written off that email I got on
Sunday morning as a mere coincidence. I now know that coincidence
often shows up to tell us something. In the case of this story,
this coincidence proved to me the power of attention—the power
my thoughts, emotions and actions have in my life.
One might also
say that the incident of the psychic medium who called me with the
message, “Your spirit needs you to do something, so stop making
excuses and just do it” is also just a mere coincidence. What my
experiences have taught me here is that this coincidence was a
direct message from someone in spirit trying to get me on
track—or keep me from getting off track. Whether it be a
deceased loved one in spirit or a spirit guide, someone in the
spiritual dimension was tired of my excuses and used this precise
incident to deliver a potent and timely message. I’m grateful
for receiving it.
I recently read a
book about coincidences. In the book, the author states that when
we begin to pay attention to the coincidences in our lives, we
experience more of them. Once again, we see the power of attention
that follows the principle that whatever we focus upon expands.
While reading the book, a few interesting coincidences took place,
all within a two-week span of time.
In one case, I
was introducing a client to the subject of Indigo children and the
next day I got an email from a stranger about a project underway
on Indigo children. I hadn’t read or seen anything about Indigo
children in years. What’s even more interesting is that the
project was being done at the Columbia University Institute of
Spirituality & Children and the client I was talking with grew
up on the campus of Columbia University because her parents were
both professors there. Isn’t that cool?
In another case,
I had been talking with friends about an old CD I once heard by
Tony Robbins on the six human needs. When my friends went to a
library’s audiotape section the next day to see if they had it,
that same Tony Robbins CD on the six human needs was laying flat
on the top shelf because someone had pulled it out and left it
there. Ooh, that gives me chills.
In still another
case, I quit drinking coffee a few weeks ago. Just two weeks
later, a writer whom I hadn’t spoke with in months, and whom had
no idea I’d quit drinking coffee, recently wrote an article
about her own experience quitting coffee years ago and sent it to
me. What she taught about her experience giving up the caffeine
addiction helped me in my own journey.
coincidences, plus the first story of coincidence I told you, all
happened within two weeks of one another—while I was reading a
book on coincidences. Did spirit and the Cosmic Consciousness use
my focus on coincidence to communicate with me or are we given
coincidental communications all the time? Hmmmm.
If you read an
old article I wrote titled, The Grief
And Belief Connection, I offer you another powerful and
detailed story of a time when I was considering stopping my
research of mediumship when an entire series of coincidences
occurred, which delivered me the message that my research was
meaningful and important and needed to continue.
these occur all the time in our lives. Some are the result of
attention. Some are the result of intention. Some are guiding
messages from spirit. And, yes, I guess a few are mere
happenstance. But unless we pay attention to them and attempt to
interpret their meaning, they are useless to us, regardless.
If you watched or
read The Secret, have read any book on the law of
attraction, or even watched an Oprah or Larry King episode on the
subject, you’ve probably heard a lot of people touting vision
boards. This is where you paste words, images or representations
of your desires onto a poster board of some sort, which then
serves to remind you to think about these things more often—it
helps in the attention and intention manifestation process. The
truth is, me being slow to jump on board any new trend, I
haven’t finished mine. I carved out the magazine cutouts a year
ago, but haven’t got around to gluing them onto the board yet.
Nonetheless, for the sake of experiment and curiosity alone, I
plan to do it this week. I trip over my skepticism all too often,
and to my own detriment.
My point is to
encourage you to create your own vision board as an experiment in
attention, intention and the law of attraction. Then stay alert
for the various forms of guidance that show up in your life:
coincidences, animal totems, divination cards, emails that arrive,
songs that come on the radio, billboards that speak to you on the
highway, whatever works for you. Only go with what feels right and
is aligned with your most effective guiding system—your
intuition (gut feelings). Then keep a list of how many items on
your board show up in your life: things, people and circumstances.
It might just change your life. PS, I’d love to hear about them.
JANUARY 22, 2008
I initially began investigating spirituality in 1999. In the year 2000, thanks to experiences in mediumship, past-life regression and spirit writing, I was just beginning to consider the possibilities that accompany having an eternal soul. Below is something I wrote in that year, which I continue to believe today. Read it with a friend as a catalyst for discussion. Enjoy.
Here is something to consider…
What if we charted our life’s events before we made the transition from spirit-form to human-form? What if we really do live more than one life and our home is really the spirit world? If this were true, then perhaps our life issues, struggles, illnesses and major obstacles are all of our own making, all within our carefully designed plan. Like courses we enroll in at college, each tragic accident, every financial struggle, even the relationship issues that affect our lives could be part of the curriculum. If this were the case, would it mean that all our suffering is part of the course for which we signed up, and in the end—when we cross back over to go home—we will be rewarded with greater spiritual growth for enduring these
If you allow yourself to fantasize for a split second that this is true, does this not ease some of the fear that accompanies these life struggles? Does it not relieve you—for just one fleeting moment—of the burden you place upon yourself by thinking you are unlucky, weak or ill-equipped to handle these problems?
Assuming that these obstacles were charted as part of your learning process, then wouldn’t it be logical to assume that your higher self knew you would be capable of handling these challenges? Otherwise, you would not have signed up for these courses. Isn’t it empowering to know that your higher self believes in you enough to enroll (you) in such challenging hardships? I know that it makes me feel stronger, more powerful and better able to deal with life, to know that my higher self believes in me—perhaps more, sometimes, than I believe in myself. If that works for you, too, what harm is there in going with it?
JANUARY 3, 2008
Clarity: How I Overcame a Long-term Block To Abundance
had been struggling with an issue for about seven years that I was
beginning to think I might never overcome. So I went to see a
counselor named Dr. Trish Whynot who specializes in personal
transformation, self-healing and self-empowerment. I wrote an
article about Trish a couple years ago and have since gained a
deep respect for her gifted abilities. I’ve recommended her to
many friends and colleagues who have since experienced incredible
results from her services. Hence, I decided to see if she could
help me with my
a month ago, I had been to see Trish a couple times and was
working on the homework she had given me. At the same time, my
wife, Melissa, was also seeing Trish to work on an issue of her
own. Trish is able to help people by telephone as well as in
person, but since we live fairly close to Trish’s office,
Melissa and I like to go to our appointments in person. Trish has
such a powerful energy that Melissa and I feel it is a healing
experience just to be in the same room with her.
Friday afternoon, Melissa had an appointment with Trish. I needed
to get out of the office, so I went with her even though I
didn’t have an appointment myself. It was a perfect sunny day to
do some work on my laptop in the car while I waited. After
Melissa’s appointment, Trish mentioned to me that she had some
time if I wanted to get a crystal reading. Trish uses various
tools in her counseling to release and identify the hidden
obstacles in our subconscious minds. Crystals happen to be the
tool that Trish enjoys most because they are as fun to use as they
kind of an old-fashioned guy who usually prefers more traditional
methods of therapy: a punching bag, a journal or self-improvement
tapes. So I was a little apprehensive about the crystals. They
were a little “out there” for me and I didn’t really
understand them. But hey, I had been dealing with this issue for a
long time, so I saw no harm in giving the little rocks a try.
truth is that working with the crystals was actually quite fun.
All I had to do was come up with a question that I wanted
answered—naturally related to the issue I was working on—and
then choose any five crystals that jumped out at me from a glass
case that is filled with the colorful stones, which Trish has in
her office. Obviously, they didn’t really jump out at me, but
when I looked at all the crystals in the case, one-by-one my eyes
seemed to gravitate toward five of them. It was like each crystal
that I chose appealed to me in color, size and shape at that very
moment, so it was easy to choose.
should mention, too, that Trish has set up a website that allows
anyone around the world to do this right on their own computer.
You can look at thumbnails of numerous crystals, click on each one
to see them in a larger size, and then choose your crystals
exactly as I did, but while in the comfort of your own home.
order that you choose each crystal is an important part of the
process, so once you have chosen your crystals, you then tell
Trish what crystals you chose and what order you chose them. With
this information, Trish explains what each crystal reveals in
reference to your question and in reference to the order they were
selected. The whole process reminds me of a Tarot card reading.
But what I really like about the crystals is that they hold an
energy vibration, so our own energy of body, mind and spirit
actually resonates with the frequency of certain crystals, thereby
assisting us in choosing the crystal that will best reveal the
answers we seek. Because there is evidence to indicate that
crystals really do hold energy, it helps me to understand why
crystals are so effective in this work. Plus, for those who are
interested, the energy of each crystal can also be useful in
helping you overcome your issue simply by holding the crystal in
your hand, pocket or within a piece of crystal jewelry.
understanding is that each of us already holds the answers to
overcoming our issues inside our Higher Conscious mind. We just
have difficulty accessing those answers at times because they
become hidden by the chaos and confusion of our thoughts and
emotions. We can’t see the solutions to our issues because our
inner vision is clouded by our beliefs and fears, which are hidden
deep within our subconscious mind like obstacles that prevent
these solutions from making their way to our conscious mind.
the day after my crystal session, I felt a little more relaxed
than normal, but nothing too out of the ordinary. I thought about
what the crystals revealed regarding my issue and decided that
this crystal work wasn’t all that “out there” after all. I
realized that it simply allowed me an awareness about myself that
I hadn’t been able to obtain with any other technique. And with
awareness comes clarity.
I woke up on Sunday morning, I immediately sensed a release had
taken place before I even got out of bed. There was something
different about me—something lighter. I felt an instant clarity
like I had not experienced in my entire lifetime. I saw myself,
other people and the entire universe in a new light. For the first
time in years, I knew I had overcome the issue that had tormented
me for so long. For seven years I had sought to learn something
new, thinking that I must be missing a piece of the puzzle that I
needed to learn. Instead, what I needed was to release
something—a limiting belief or fear that had been filtering my
vision. And now it was gone.
have no doubt that my recent breakthrough resulted from an accumulation
of all the personal, spiritual and emotional work I have done over
the last few years. We grow in stages, not in one single step. But
no one is more surprised than me that a crystal reading was the
final step to expose this stubborn obstacle lurking in my
subconscious. And the awareness it gave me resulted in a clarity
for which I am most grateful. Who would have guessed that some
pretty little rocks of various shapes, colors and sizes could do
all that? I can honestly tell you that this old-fashioned guy
would have never believed it if it had not happened to me.
highly recommend a crystal reading with Trish to break through any
issue you may be dealing with, including health, relationships,
career, financial, emotional or spiritual. It's both fun and