Music Therapy Hypnosis Session

From my book Halfway To Heaven that I am rewriting!

 

I had another paranormal experience back in my college days when, of all people, my music teacher and surrogate mother, Janette, was conducting a hypnosis session for a group of students in a Music Therapy Class. Sometimes I think that people like her are closet 'mystics' or explorers of the paranormal. Janette had done some research and read that hypnosis was one technique that music therapists had had some success in with their patients. So she memorized the Induction technique and about midway through the course informed us that we were her first guinea pigs. I was delighted and found the idea fascinating.

She told us to find a place on the carpet and get comfortable. She recommended that we take our shoes off. She than began the induction where she led us down a stairwell to the ocean and she went from our head to our toes telling us how relaxed and peaceful we felt. Then she played music from Debussy's "Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faun" and left alone in the silence for about twenty minutes. What happened in that twenty minutes I do not know but what I do know is that when she gently began speaking and brought us back I felt very light-headed. It took several moments before I could come back. Then she had us gently move our toes, our ankles, bend our knees, etc. When she had us open our eyes everything around me looked hazy and misty. It was like I did not belong in that room. It was like I was in a euphoric bubble of some sort. In that moment in time nothing negative existed. All was peaceful. It was as though I had imbibed a love potion and felt love for everybody. I just wanted to go to everyone and tell them how beautiful they were and give them a great big hug and tell them that I loved them.

It took a lot of self-restraint not to do just that. I do remember thinking "Is it possible that my soul left my body?" then I felt awkward because that was not something I was familiar with. Janette let the music play a few moments longer then told us when we were ready we could get up, put our shoes back on and return to our seats. She commented that we might feel a little disoriented for a few minutes but it would pass. Actually, what I was feeling I did not want to pass. She opened the floor for comments. Most people just said it was a very relaxing experiencing. A couple had fallen to sleep. I just said that I came back with a peaceful feeling of well-being. She said that was a very common response and if for no other reason, music and hypnosis served a healing and beneficial purpose.

The hypnosis experience affected me so much that I wanted to do it again. The class ended a week later but I asked my girlfriend, Martina, if she would try to put me under. We checked out some hypnosis books, took notes about moving forward in time and such and wrote an induction technique. I do not endorse or encourage anyone to delve into hypnosis without a qualified certified practitioner's assistance. One could return to a traumatic point of time in this or in other lives and the dilettante would most be likely at a loss as how to move them past it. I just happened to be lucky I guess you could say. And maybe my guides were overlooking and watching over the procedure because I have never had a negative traumatic experience all of the times I have participated in hypnosis whether with a professional or with a dabbler.

A few days later Martina and I were in her dorm room. It was a Friday night and everyone was out doing something or other. She put on this very soft nature tape she had found in a used bookstore. I lay on the bed and closed my eyes. I could feel myself enter into some dreamy state of mind. Nature or mystical ethereal music has a way of doing that to me. She began the induction, leading me down the stairwell down to the ocean. When she had relaxed me from head to toe she kept quiet a few moments. Then she gently said, "Michael, where are you?"

"I'm in a deep dark forest," I said. The sun is streaking through these very tall trees and I'm drawn to this one tree that is bigger than the others. I do not know what kind of tree it is, but it has many mighty branches and they extend very high. Its trunk must be twenty feet thick and it has thousands of leaves. "Why do you think you are there?" Martina asked.

"This is the Tree of Knowing," I replied. "I am waiting for the Wise Old Man of the Forest to come and invoke the tree spirit. Then the spirit will tell him what I need to know."

"What do you think you need to know?"

"That is for me to learn; That is why I have come here."

"Let us move forward in time, Michael. When does the Wise Old Man of the Forest show up?"

"I hear footsteps and the crunching of sticks. I think he is approaching."

At that point there was a loud banging on the door. "Come on you, two love birds," Martina's room-mate yelled. "We are going out for pizza. Come go with us."
"Hold on," Martina replied. There was giggling outside.

I jerked and quickly jumped up. My head felt like a bolt of lightning had struck it. I rubbed it and Martina gave me an aspirin and some water. Like I said one must be careful about when, where and what kind of environment something like this takes place. A hypnotherapist will do his or her best to make sure the environment is peaceful and a quiet place conducive to conduct a session. That zapping scared me because my head hurt for the rest of the night.

Fortunately, the next morning the headache was gone, but not my curiosity about the Tree of Knowing and the Wise Old Man in the Forest.

 

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Mike Dennis 6 years ago Author

Is it by 'trance' that I am here, lol? Yeah, it's so easy for me to go under. blame it on my astrological configurations...lol.

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