The only rescuer you need…yourself

As you’ll know, if you’ve been assiduously reading my blogs, the past couple of months have been fairly stressful for me but things are turning around as I both distance myself physically from my stressors and use my thought whispering tools, especially RWID.

In addition to that I saw my coach, my BodyWork practitioner, Jozef, and on Monday night of this week, I had a MindScape with Maggie McKinney, a friend and fellow hypnotherapist.

All of these have been incredibly helpful, life saving in some ways. But I wanted to share Monday night’s work with you. What Maggie calls a MindScape, I call DreamScape and its one of my favourite tools to use with clients and when I can get a session, for myself.

You can read more about Dreamscaping here, essentially your superconscious mind takes you on a journey in your imagination, a journey that shares information and brings clarity, peace and healing.

I believe we know best how to heal ourselves, mind. body and soul. Which is one of the reasons why I love this work so much because it is entirely directed by the superconscious, so you experience exactly what you need to in that moment.

Like I said, learn more about Dreamscapes here, but now I want to share this particular journey with you because it was absolutely what I needed, not just in that moment, but also I had a deeper healing based on the inner child I’d been doing for myself recently.

And I’m going to tell you my Dreamscape Journey because it was so powerful on so many levels and I want you to be totally clear about what’s possible for you in this kind of work.

Start as usual with sitting comfortably, as we did this via Zoom, my laptop was beside me so Maggie could clearly see me. You don’t get talked into a deep relaxed state with this process, after closing your eyes and getting comfortable the hypnotherapist talks directly to your superconscious mind and asks it to take you where you need to go.

In my Dreamscape, I found I was directly behind a wall, like I was trapped inside a hugely tall, industrial chimney. The wall was directly in front of my nose and was built with small red bricks, and it reached way, way up into the sky. There was no way out, no way to climb it. I was trapped.

I was asked what the sky above was like and it was mostly stormy grey and cloudy and dark with a small patch of blue with fluffy white clouds.

Maggie asked me to look behind me and there was a beautiful view, a stunning vast green landscape of fields, woods, a river and mountain.

When I looked forward again there was a door in the wall, illuminated by light from the other side and it was slightly ajar. Maggie suggested I open the door but I didn’t dare to, I could not open the door wider to go through it. I wasn’t allowed, was the thought that came to me and I felt this prohibition so strongly in my body. It was only afterwards I realised this deep rooted fear was something from my childhood, an old rule of my parents that once we went to bed, we weren’t allowed to get up again or come out of our rooms for any reason, otherwise we’d face the wrath of my father.

Again Maggie intervened and suggested I make the whole sky blue but I felt resistance around that suggestion and couldn’t do it.

Maggie then started talking about how a million years of rain and wind would erode the wall in front of me and as she was speaking, the wall was worn down to a few bricks creating a boundary, the chimney was gone and these few bricks still standing was all that was left, a small reminder of what had been keeping me trapped.

I didn’t need to open the door, which was still there, I simply stepped over the small pile of bricks and dust and went around it, stepping into the same landscape as was behind me at the start. A wide expanse of green fields, darker woods, the sea in the distance in this direction and half the sky was now blue, half stormy grey.

The sky was darkest over a castle in the distance on the edge of the cliff shore, it looked derelict and felt foreboding. It was a scary place and threatening but I knew I had to go there. A path appeared in front of me, and whilst it branched off in other directions there was a direct route to the castle.

I must mention the path was the same as Dorothy’s path in The Wizard of Oz, it was a yellow brick road, wide and smooth and long. The castle was a very long way off, right at the edge of the land laid out in front of me.

As soon as I set off I was at the castle (have I told you that time and space have no meaning in your subconscious mind? They don’t.) The castle was just as grim and scary close up, and even more derelict looking, the door hung open barely on its hinges. Maggie had me look through binoculars to see the interior without stepping inside.

Raising my hands to my eyes to mimic using binoculars like children do, I looked into an enormous great hall, dank and dirty, everything covered in dust and cobwebs. There were doors and arches leading off at regular intervals down each side and right at the back, where it was darkest was a passageway leading down to the castle dungeon.

And I knew that was where I needed to go. I had no idea what or who was down there, I simply felt an undeniable compulsion to race through that hall, down that passage to the dungeon and I didn’t know why.

Maggie wasn’t prepared to let me go down to the dungeon, she asked me to step out of the castle and get back on the path, said we’d done enough for today.

But I couldn’t ignore that compulsion, I had to go to the dungeon, so I bolted down the dark passageway as fast as I could, with a very handy torch now in my hand, down the cold stone steps into the underground. I found 8 cells with metal bars at the front and side, 4 on either side of an narrow aisle, each backing up to the castle wall.

In the second cage to my left, I saw her laying there, as soon as I reached the bottom half of the stairs. A little girl, a toddler, crying and frightened. Me. It was me as a child. My wounded inner child.

I opened the gate and scooped her up and was back at the door of the castle as I heard Maggie saying again, ‘You’re not going underground, let’s go back to where we started.’ And once again, she asked me what the sky was like now.

I was able to truthfully tell her that the dark clouds had been banished, the sky was fully blue, the sun was shining and the castle was changing before my eyes, healing and becoming beautiful again. The whole land was in full glorious colour.

Yes, it was like something out of a Disney film, you can tell what I’ve fed my mind over the years. 🙂

I didn’t tell her at this point that I had gone to the dungeon and rescued my infant self, but I carried that child on my hip as we returned to the hill on which my chimney jail had once stood.

And I saw that door standing there by itself and I was filled with a massive rage and a sense of justice and I kicked it down.

And here I was now standing on the hill, able to look as far as my eyes could see all around me and the land was beautiful, every part of it including the castle that had once been shrouded in darkness, now bathed in glorious sunshine.

I had freed myself from the jail I’d been locked up in and freed my wounded inner child from her prison too.

A double whammy of incredible healing with massive potential for my real life situation.

And now, four days later, every time I think of that inner dreamscape journey, I feel released again, I feel the surge of freedom and power that culminated in me kicking that door down. I can kick down other doors I’ve allowed to keep me shut in now too. (Metaphorically!)

I feel able to access all of myself, all of the power of my being now.

I love this work so much. Its fascinating, enriching, healing and just feels amazing. It’s amazing and powerful on so many levels.

Thank you Maggie.

Thank you, my Superconscious Mind.

I hope you found that story interesting, entertaining even. This is what happened in my mind and I felt like I was fully experiencing it because our mind knows no difference between imagination and reality.

This is why hypnosis is so powerful. You use your imagination, your superconscious mind to create the reality you want to live in.

I want to live a big, happy, free life, to live fully as me, every part of me. No part of me cut off from the rest, no part of me incarcerated.

And with this amazing inner journey, I achieved that and opened the doors of my mind to allow me to do the same in ‘real life.’

Use your imagination, use your thinking to change your life.

All change starts within.

Change your thinking and you change your life.

Where will your mind take you today?

Love,

Cynthia xx

PS. Below you’ll learn more about how I can support you in your healing journey.

Think what would life be like if your thought processes were upgraded so you became unstoppable. What would life be like if you were able to step up and show up as that best ever version of you that you know you’re capable of?

Picture yourself thriving in life, developing an instinct for making the right choices, knowing in your gut you’re always choosing the correct thing for you.

Imagine any addictions, old anxiety and fear melting away, no longer influencing your thinking, your behaviour, your decisions. You are free to make better choices.

Think how it would feel achieving your goals with far less resistance, knowing you can melt resistance with the power and focus of your attention. You can do it, you have no fears about any of it anymore.

See yourself fully present and grounded, living with fulfillment and satisfaction with how life is unfolding for you, with zero regrets, able to handle anything that comes up as you fearlessly carve your own path forward.

Want this now? Check out this page and get in touch to get started on living your ideal life today. Or simply take the product tour to find out more.