Standing at the top of a wooden staircase surrounded by trees, I held a bucket in my left hand. In the bucket there were 20 stones, representing pieces of my past. Traumas, jagged and fragmented, which had pierced into so many moments of my life and caused prolonged, undue pain in even the most joyous circumstances. With this bucket in hand, I descended the staircase. With each step I pulled out a piece of stone from the bucket and released it to fall on the step beneath me. I heard the thud from the weight of the stone when it hit the wood. Sometimes, it bounced a time or two, each contact lighter ... more dull, less significant, and then silent. When I reached the last step, I dropped the last stone, and stepped off the staircase onto a beautiful little grassy, shaded area with a spring of water. The water emerged from the ground and gracefully flowed away from its source. I listened to the gentle ripples and was surrounded by soothing sounds from nature.
I walked beyond the spring into a grassy field. The sky was a serene color of blue and the sun peaked out from behind a beautiful backdrop of mountains in the distance. There were hints of purple and pink scattered across the sky. I felt the cool ground and the grass beneath my bare feet, my white dress swaying with my steps and in the breeze. As I faced the sun and the mountains, I opened my arms and extended them. I focused my thoughts on any residual negative energy that was not discarded with the stones I had dropped. As I breathed in deeply, I envisioned this remaining darkness, from past trauma and pain, and pulled it towards my center. I felt the energy moving, like a flush that travels up your neck and into your face, but this energy moved inward. With this deep breath, I focused the energy into my lungs and held it there for a moment. When the moment passed, I let out a deep, primal scream of release. I let out a thousand screams in a single moment. Pent up emotions exited from my lungs, out of my mouth, and into the air where they hung there like a fog of shadows until they began to dissipate. I quickly turned around, leaving behind the darkness as it slowly perished in the light.
Returning to the spring, I knelt and scooped up the cool, brisk water into my hands. As I sipped the water, from its source, I felt refreshed. Alongside the spring, I noticed little yellow flowers I had not seen when I first arrived. My thirst quenched, I made my way back to the staircase. As I ascended the stairs, I felt relieved of the burdens I had carried to this place and I was overcome with a sense of peace and happiness. I felt content in my present.
**This is a narrative recount of my most recent hypnotherapy experience. There are many methods for healing. For me, this is one I am exploring**
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