hypnotherapy jane it's been about a year now, and things have gotten much better. the program was supposed to be 10-11 sessions, but after those were completed, i just started paying for 2 sessions a month. i wanted to continue going, to continue floating_away. she's unlike any counselor, psychiatrist, psychotherapist, therapist, shrink, doctor, or any other bullshit medication-peddling "helper" i've ever seen. she's like a guide, a guru. she's intuitive in ways i hope to be. she's a survivor. and she's a conversationalist, and genuinely so. it's not like one of those one-sided hour-long blah fests. she's an advocate. yesterday's session we called upon michael with his sword to cut all my cords. "even the good ones," she says, "because they grow back right away. and you and i, we have a great golden cord between us, because we love each other." she continues to tell me that the cord-cutting is like shaking a tree, and all the nuts or fruit falls down. some of these cords go back way farther than you realize. this is where it gets weird, she says. after this, you are going to have people contacting you out of the blue. people you haven't heard from in years. and you'll be asking yourself how they got your contact information. it's like they know you've cut them off from siphoning your energies. she tells me that following the cord-cutting, we're going to wrap me in a mirror. so that those bad cords won't be able to find their way back. they'll be tapping around - she was here somewhere - but we're not going to allow them back. of course the whole point of this was to cut the big one. i'm not sure i saw it. i can only hope i'm wrapped up tightly enough in this mirror that he won't be able to find me anymore. and that michael will defend me with his sword, release my fear. release me. 110726 ... ever dumbening ou duan si lian 110728 what's it to you? who go blather from