Obviously, something got stirred up. A trance that I have lived in off and on has come back: the “woe is me” or the wim trance, which is characterized by hopelessness, sadness, and pitiful. Wim is one that you might say has been carefully cherished and handed down through the generations. And I’m not even the oldest born, but I’ve somehow managed to steal this birthright.
Noticing wim (the trance) differently this time, I felt it in my cheeks, my upper lip, and in my ovaries, a burning sensation. And of course no hope of a happy future. And I felt like isolating myself in a corner. At the same time I wanted to lay my head on the lap of a nice motherly type, which I did. Do you suppose I have a few attachment issues? Well, at least I didn’t force my way onto that strange lady’s lap. She freely gave me lap. I don’t even know what her name was. Obviously something has been stirred up.
There’s more, but I’m still eagerly studying it, some 10 hours later. Let it go, let it go, let it go.
It’s not every day that the happy memory includes boobs floating weightless like buoys at a topless beach in an Australian cove. But yes, that’s right where Millie insisted on going. The boobs were attached to a body, also Millie’s. Judy*, my co-facilitator, added birds, who landed on the boobs (I think I have the maturity of a 6th grader in Mr. Rausche’s class).
When we first began the intake, the trance involved the fully Catholic and slightly outraged Michelle thinking that it would be selfish of her to charge the priest $10,000 a therapy session. The Art of Change session took on a different tone, her mother’s, when Judy and I as co-facilitators took turns informing Millie how selfish she was. Buried sorrow was set free with Millie’s tears. As well, it was miraculous how quickly Millie found her way clear to charging the big bucks to the priests. But only the Catholic ones.
Millie’s Art of Change: “My memory involved seeing my mother’s face and it was so scary. I was just a little kid. After two rounds of tapping I looked back and laughed. She was smiling and I was amazed. I felt like a million bucks by the time it was over. I am so grateful. I wasn’t expecting that to happen like that.”
Celie*, who attended Level 1 in October 2014 and repeated it here, says, “In this little bit of time I’m very satisfied with the maturation of FasterEFT. I’m talking about not just my own practice but also the whole kit and caboodle of whatever FasterEFT is. That’s the most important thing about it all for me.”
Tomorrow is our last day here. I am grateful for every last bit of this time.
“If you have no skills to change your mind, then what are you a victim of? Whatever is in there.”
Memories are not stuck in permanent. Here’s an article about the science behind memory changing: http://www.theguardian.com/science/2014/oct/12/memory-how-science-fiction-can-become-reality
Is an EFT practitioner, writer, editor, and author of Tapping Into Wellness: Using EFT to Clear Emotional Pain and Illness (Llewellyn Fall 2015), and an eager learner of the thinking system of FasterEFT. She is proud mama to a nearly 17-year-old son, who is a delight and continual inspiration, and there is also a cat, Mr. Purr, (Bob Purr), who owns them both.
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