The Transparent Hypnotist

For a moment, I thought it was going to take me using some self hypnosis to recall my first time, hypnotizing another that is. It was not particularly spectacular, at least not in the sense that Josh Houghton told about. No blood, no guts, no glory? Well, not exactly. My first classes were informational only. We (the class) experienced hypnosis with the instructor and were given scripts along with information to study before our next class.

I guess, like so many novices, I was impatient. I wanted to put someone under; I wanted to be a pro, yesterday! So, I went home armed with all my information and what I had observed the instructor had done with other students and I was ready to begin.

My youngest son is an easy going type and he was willing to try it. So, we holed up in his room, out of range of the rest of the family and decided to see if Mom could help him relax. He lay down on his bed and I played soft music. Then I began to read from the script. As I proceeded, my son started to giggle. This was not the mother he knew. I was speaking a different language, using words that didn’t sound like me at all. The more I read, the funnier it became to him. Soon, my husband was calling from another room, “what is so funny in there you two?”

I knew this was not going to work. If was destined to become a hypnotist, I was going to have to find a way around this. So, I decided right then and there to chuck the scripts and begin talking to him in my own voice, with my words. It worked, he quieted down. Slowly, he began to listen and relax. It was as if I was telling him a bedtime story, he nestled right down into the bed and closed his eyes, smiling. I asked him to imagine feeling better than he could recall feeling in a very long time. As I finished, I encouraged him to believe that he was stronger and healthier than he had ever felt. He would emerge feeling as though he had a wonderful, peaceful nap that allowed his body to heal.

These instructions were significant because my son has Spherocytosis. At times, without enough oxygen getting through his blood system, he tended to feel aches and fatigue. This particular day was one of those. Well, when we were finished, he told me he heard everything I said. He said it felt so comfortable and kind of dreamy, but he heard me the whole time. What I noticed though was his renewed energy. He seemed so much more vibrant afterwards than he had earlier in the day.

We have used hypnosis together many times since. He uses it himself for studying and test preparation. He had major surgery about 3 years ago and I prepared audios for him to listen to before, during and afterwards. He said it helped just having Mom’s voice there to reassure him. That is more than I could ever ask for.

Tags: Spherocytosis, surgery

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