When I wrote about being hypnotized I had no idea it would be such a popular topic. Many of you could really relate to that post. And a lot of you wanted more. Most of the requests for more have been focused on the hammock, which has come to be fondly known as the ?ham hock?. And of course the 3!
So, I am finally going to share my experience of the ?ham hock?. A scene that finally unfolds somewhere pleasant. Gone is the cold steel and sharp, moving parts. Now we have warm sand, and palm trees, blue skies and even a ?ham hock?. I am at the beach and can finally relax in an environment that feels relaxing.
I sway in my ?ham hock? almost able to ignore the hypnotist. In fact, I am just about to order a margarita when I hear some nonsense about myself standing up next to me. I come to and look over and sure enough there is a version of me standing there staring at me. ?What are you lookin? at?, I say. I say, ?nothin?. Then I hear some more nonsense and look up to see another version of myself only she is floating around in the clouds and looking down at me and myself. How many are there going to be? How big is the elevator? I can?t leave my selves here.
Later when I am awake, I explain this all to my hubby to get his opinion. He thinks a bit and then gives me a very thorough answer. He tells me that the version of me in the ?ham hock? is the me that drinks and the version of me standing is the version that judges the drinking me. Then he says that the version of me in the clouds looking down is the version of me that wants healing and has the power to heal myself. I look at him in disbelief because it makes sense. And he is the cynical engineer who does not believe in hypnosis or feelings for that matter. Heck he will hardly say, ?I love you?, unless I say, ?Honey do you love me?? And then the response is, ?huh-uh.? I want to tell him that he is full of crap, even though I think he is right, but then I remember that he brought me flowers last week. And I am still feeling a bit guilty about having sex with Johnny Depp. So I hug him and thank him for being so insightful. He hugs me back and thanks me for working so hard to change my drinking ways and tells me that he loves me very much.
So my ?ham hock? experience, while weird, ends on a very positive note. I am coming to believe that this hypnosis stuff is working out very well.
So, I am finally going to share my experience of the ?ham hock?. A scene that finally unfolds somewhere pleasant. Gone is the cold steel and sharp, moving parts. Now we have warm sand, and palm trees, blue skies and even a ?ham hock?. I am at the beach and can finally relax in an environment that feels relaxing.
I sway in my ?ham hock? almost able to ignore the hypnotist. In fact, I am just about to order a margarita when I hear some nonsense about myself standing up next to me. I come to and look over and sure enough there is a version of me standing there staring at me. ?What are you lookin? at?, I say. I say, ?nothin?. Then I hear some more nonsense and look up to see another version of myself only she is floating around in the clouds and looking down at me and myself. How many are there going to be? How big is the elevator? I can?t leave my selves here.
Later when I am awake, I explain this all to my hubby to get his opinion. He thinks a bit and then gives me a very thorough answer. He tells me that the version of me in the ?ham hock? is the me that drinks and the version of me standing is the version that judges the drinking me. Then he says that the version of me in the clouds looking down is the version of me that wants healing and has the power to heal myself. I look at him in disbelief because it makes sense. And he is the cynical engineer who does not believe in hypnosis or feelings for that matter. Heck he will hardly say, ?I love you?, unless I say, ?Honey do you love me?? And then the response is, ?huh-uh.? I want to tell him that he is full of crap, even though I think he is right, but then I remember that he brought me flowers last week. And I am still feeling a bit guilty about having sex with Johnny Depp. So I hug him and thank him for being so insightful. He hugs me back and thanks me for working so hard to change my drinking ways and tells me that he loves me very much.
So my ?ham hock? experience, while weird, ends on a very positive note. I am coming to believe that this hypnosis stuff is working out very well.
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