This is from the EFT emofree.com website, an amazing story of the power of EFT.
By Rebecca Gurland
Dear Gary,
I am the person who very hesitantly sent you a handwritten note about a year ago. Writing to thank you, and actually mailing it was difficult. I couldn't seem to get over the issue that turned out to be a "big" one for me. It started out to be about inhibitions to writing and posting on the internet, and ultimately this was about reaching out further. I am now reaching out much further than I ever thought possible, thanks to EFT. As I felt ready to share my EFT adventure with you and this awesome EFT community, I didn't know where to start. Although now that I've started writing…!
With the free downloaded manual to the basic course, I became intrigued by the perceptions realized. I started tapping on everything and then had to get the DVDs! There were some great "one minute wonders" for others and myself. Yet I was not able to post any question or comment on the forums and discussion groups. I had frustration with myself going up to an intensity level of 8 out of 10. Hmmm, maybe I had some big tabletops and psychological reversals going on here - so I made my list of bothersome memories for the Personal Peace Procedure.
"The time I was embarrassed in front of English class in high school" was a likely place to start. After tapping, what a great feeling it was to go back and imagine the incident again - very vividly, and find that I was laughing with the class!
I still wasn’t posting to the forums though. So I went to, “Even though my friends wrote their term papers like a breeze and I labored over mine..." This was another likely one to collapse and I tapped and tapped and felt better and better, yet, still no posting.
So I checked that list again. Oh, here it was, my big trauma had been stuffed away for 50 years (a 16 year old boy tried to rape my 13 year old sister in front of me).
Using the Movie Technique, I titled my movie "The boy with the knife" and subtitled it, "my mother said never talk about this with anyone." I couldn't say the title out loud without getting to an intensity level of 10 out of 10 (heart pounding and tears starting). Thank you, thank you, and thank you, Gary, especially for Borrowing Benefits. When fears, confusion and angers are released, suddenly it becomes obvious that they have been inhibiting in many ways!
There were many crescendos in what seemed to be 10-minute terrifying movie. As the borrowing benefits series progressed, I watched and tapped and cried and hugged myself. When I worked on the "my mother said never talk about it to anyone" movie, I found myself talking in a child's voice, Even though my mommy won't let me ask questions.
In my movie I began to tell a few friends about the incident and noticed when there was a little heart pounding at some point - there was another aspect to address with EFT. The incident was bigger than life and I was right there. I kept tapping on aspects and remembered details. Revelations came to me about what I was still carrying from that time. I had been tapping on forgiving my mother, understanding her inhibitions and protectiveness. I found that first I did have to get in touch with, and then release, the anger about not being able to talk about it.
Then the memory started to become hazy and I watched a little girl who was really scared, then run home unhurt! It was time to test to see if there was remaining fear. I piled some blankets against the wall in the bedroom to be the embankment the boy made us sit against in the woods. Yikes, a 10!
My shoulders were up to my ears as I crouched in terror (Well, I had been consciously and unsuccessfully trying to relax my shoulders for years, using EFT too). Then I worked on …
“Even though I am carrying a 6 years old's terror in my shoulders…” and
“Even though I don't want to hear what's going on…”
Now this has made some difference! There is a more then 50-year habit to consider, yet now I notice many times that my shoulders are relaxed!
I was still feeling frustrated about my inhibition to post on these discussion groups. At that point I tried, with lots of emphasis and a few more descriptive words …
"Even though I am too stupid to ever be able to communicate this way...’
I did a few rounds, adding more tapping points. Right then a realization struck: "it isn't that I can't post, it's just not the right time." Wow! I noticed a great feeling of happy relief. No pressure now, just knowing that the time would be right at some point. Soon after that I participated in a chat room with ease - and it was fun!
Gosh, this was great! I told my son that this technique is so awesome that I have to share it more; it needs a website so I can write about it. He offered his technical help and I went off to find a domain name. A whole website started growing before I realized that I was writing on it every day- really reaching out! I started telling people that it was there, even knowing that there was lots of editing and additions needed. I was saying, “this is unbelievable”- then I realized that I do believe! “It’s amazing”!
Someone saw the site, and called me to say there’s lots of good info there, can I write an article for the small local paper? I almost said, “I can't write.” Then I heard myself say, “Sure, I can adapt a page from the site!” This has turned into a series of articles. The premise of the website is inspired by you Gary. It’s the 5 major doors of healing (that you mention in FAQ about healing serious diseases). This is such a great understanding, and as I write, more doors and keys are discovered! I became aware of the connection between all of my areas of interest: accessing abundant energy! I'm positively energized!
Thank you Gary, and thanks to all your inspirational contributors,
Rebecca Gurland
Wednesday, 14 October 2009
How Rebecca Gurland started with the EFT Personal Peace Procedure and wound up collapsing major core issues
Friday, 17 April 2009
Preparing to train
I'm currently in the final stages of preparation for our upcoming Hypnotherapy and NLP training course, which is taking place here in Northwich. Course dates are below and we still have a couple of places available for anyone who is interested in becoming a qualified Hypnotherapist and NLP practitioner. As an added bonus, anyone who books to attend the course will receive a FREE one day training workshop in EFT (Emotional Freedom Techniques) worth £120!
Hypnotherapy and NLP Practitioner course dates and fees
Module One
Friday to Sunday 24th, 25th and 26th April
Friday to Sunday 1st, 2nd and 3rd May
Module Two
Friday to Sunday 8th, 9th and 10th May
Friday to Sunday 15th, 16th and 17th May
Module Three
Friday to Sunday 22nd, 23rd and 24th May
Upon completion of the course, delegates will receive the following:
Diploma as a Clinical Hypnotherapist (D.Hyp)
Certificate of Master Hypnotism (CMH)
Certified Practioner of Neuro Linguistic Programming (CPNLP)
General Qualification in Hypnotherapy Practice (GQHP).
Our courses are fully Accredited by the largest professional body of Hypnotherapy and NLP practitioners in the UK, the General Hypnotherapy Standards Council and we have a 100% success rate.
All this for just £1500.
Hypnotherapy and NLP Practitioner course dates and fees
Module One
Friday to Sunday 24th, 25th and 26th April
Friday to Sunday 1st, 2nd and 3rd May
Module Two
Friday to Sunday 8th, 9th and 10th May
Friday to Sunday 15th, 16th and 17th May
Module Three
Friday to Sunday 22nd, 23rd and 24th May
Upon completion of the course, delegates will receive the following:
Diploma as a Clinical Hypnotherapist (D.Hyp)
Certificate of Master Hypnotism (CMH)
Certified Practioner of Neuro Linguistic Programming (CPNLP)
General Qualification in Hypnotherapy Practice (GQHP).
Our courses are fully Accredited by the largest professional body of Hypnotherapy and NLP practitioners in the UK, the General Hypnotherapy Standards Council and we have a 100% success rate.
All this for just £1500.
Saturday, 4 April 2009
How to kill bedtime monsters
When I was a child I had monsters everywhere. Under my bed, in the wardrobe, behind the curtains and I even remember once lying frozen in bed too scared to even shout for my mum, for fear that the 'mad axe man' would get me - (my friend Julie was responsible for that particular urban legend reaching my ears, thanks for that by the way!).
In short, my fears terrorised me. My mum must have felt helpless and could do no more than reassure me that there was nothing there and nothing to be scared of. Which of course didn't help. I slept with the light on but still spent many nights hiding under my duvet.
When my little girl first began suffering from nightmares, I had recently qualified as a Hypnotherapist and NLP practitioner, so we spent some time experimenting to see which technique worked best for monster slaying.
The first thing we tried was to change the colour of the monster. We made him pink with yellow spots and lots of frizz. Then we made him smaller and shrunk him down to half the size. Finally we gave him a silly voice and a rather unfortunate flatulence problem which tended to occur when he walked, in time with his steps.
By this point my daughter was giggling like mad, and from then till now, she saw that the monster was quite ridiculous and therefore completely useless at scaring people. She actually found some sympathy and felt quite sorry for the monster, being so useless at his job and all.
From then onwards, she was the one in control. The monsters still pop by occasionally but all we need to do is remember the monsters' little 'problem' and she just can't take them seriously.
In short, my fears terrorised me. My mum must have felt helpless and could do no more than reassure me that there was nothing there and nothing to be scared of. Which of course didn't help. I slept with the light on but still spent many nights hiding under my duvet.
When my little girl first began suffering from nightmares, I had recently qualified as a Hypnotherapist and NLP practitioner, so we spent some time experimenting to see which technique worked best for monster slaying.
The first thing we tried was to change the colour of the monster. We made him pink with yellow spots and lots of frizz. Then we made him smaller and shrunk him down to half the size. Finally we gave him a silly voice and a rather unfortunate flatulence problem which tended to occur when he walked, in time with his steps.
By this point my daughter was giggling like mad, and from then till now, she saw that the monster was quite ridiculous and therefore completely useless at scaring people. She actually found some sympathy and felt quite sorry for the monster, being so useless at his job and all.
From then onwards, she was the one in control. The monsters still pop by occasionally but all we need to do is remember the monsters' little 'problem' and she just can't take them seriously.
Wednesday, 1 April 2009
EFT for owies
Recently my daughter had some little friends over to play. Everything was going fine until James (age four) unwisely decided to rest his hand on the door just as it was being closed. Result - trapped purple fingers and a yell that had me running from the other end of the house like a bat out of hell.
Poor James was inconsolable so instinctively I led him quickly to the tap to rinse his fingers under the water, and while he did that I just began to tap the eft points from the top of his head to collarbone, repeatedly for a moment or two.
The results were quite remarkable. Within about 30 seconds James had stopped crying. Within a minute his breathing had returned to normal, and within two minutes he was completely calm. I asked him if he had any soreness left in his finger, and he paused for a second, then happy as Larry replied "Nope! It's all better now."
Upon examination, the fingers that a few minutes earlier were livid purple and undoubtedly bruised were a normal colour with no hint of even slight bruising. James of course took all this in his stride and scampered off, leaving me staring into space in wonder, marvelling once again at the amazing healing power of EFT.
When I next saw James, it was a couple of days later, and when I asked how his fingers were, he had forgotten he had hurt them, and there wasn't a mark on them. Magic indeed!
Poor James was inconsolable so instinctively I led him quickly to the tap to rinse his fingers under the water, and while he did that I just began to tap the eft points from the top of his head to collarbone, repeatedly for a moment or two.
The results were quite remarkable. Within about 30 seconds James had stopped crying. Within a minute his breathing had returned to normal, and within two minutes he was completely calm. I asked him if he had any soreness left in his finger, and he paused for a second, then happy as Larry replied "Nope! It's all better now."
Upon examination, the fingers that a few minutes earlier were livid purple and undoubtedly bruised were a normal colour with no hint of even slight bruising. James of course took all this in his stride and scampered off, leaving me staring into space in wonder, marvelling once again at the amazing healing power of EFT.
When I next saw James, it was a couple of days later, and when I asked how his fingers were, he had forgotten he had hurt them, and there wasn't a mark on them. Magic indeed!
Wednesday, 26 November 2008
Sufi Wisdom
Many years ago, in a poor Chinese village, there lived a farmer and his son. His only material possession, apart from the land and a small hut, was a horse he had inherited from his father.
One day, the horse ran away, leaving the man with no animal with which to work the land. His neighbours, who respected him for his honesty and diligence, went to his house to say how much they regretted his loss. He thanked them for their visit, but asked:
‘How do you know that what happened was a misfortune in my life?’
Someone muttered to a friend: ‘He obviously doesn’t want to face facts, but let him think what he likes, after all, it’s better than being sad about it.’
And the neighbours went away again, pretending to agree with what he had said.
A week later, the horse returned to its stable, but it was not alone; it brought with it a beautiful mare for company. The inhabitants of the village were thrilled when they heard the news, for only then did they understand the reply the man had given them, and they went back to the farmer’s house to congratulate him on his good fortune.
‘Instead of one horse, you’ve got two. Congratulations!’ they said.
‘Many thanks for your visit and for your solidarity,’ replied the farmer. ‘But how do you know that what happened was a blessing in my life?’
The neighbours were rather put out and decided that the man must be going mad, and, as they left, they said: ‘Doesn’t the man realise that the horse is a gift from God?’
A month later, the farmer’s son decided to break the mare in. However, the animal bucked wildly and threw the boy off; the boy fell awkwardly and broke his leg.
The neighbours returned to the farmer’s house, bringing presents for the injured boy. The mayor of the village solemnly presented his condolences to the father, saying how sad they all were about what had occurred.
The man thanked them for their visit and for their kindness, but he asked:
‘How do you know that what happened was a misfortune in my life?’
These words left everyone dumbstruck, because they were all quite sure that the son’s accident was a real tragedy. As they left the farmer’s house, they said to each other: ‘Now he really has gone mad; his only son could be left permanently crippled, and he’s not sure whether the accident was a misfortune or not!’
A few months went by, and Japan declared war on China. The emperor’s emissaries scoured the country for healthy young men to be sent to the front. When they reached the village, they recruited all the young men, except the farmer’s son, whose leg had not yet mended.
None of the young men came back alive. The son recovered, and the two horses produced foals that were all sold for a good price. The farmer went to visit his neighbours to console and to help them, since they had always shown him such solidarity. Whenever any of them complained, the farmer would say: ‘How do you know that what happened was a misfortune?’ If someone was overjoyed about something, he would ask: ‘How do you know that what happened was a blessing?’ And the people of the village came to understand that life has other meanings that go beyond mere appearance.
One day, the horse ran away, leaving the man with no animal with which to work the land. His neighbours, who respected him for his honesty and diligence, went to his house to say how much they regretted his loss. He thanked them for their visit, but asked:
‘How do you know that what happened was a misfortune in my life?’
Someone muttered to a friend: ‘He obviously doesn’t want to face facts, but let him think what he likes, after all, it’s better than being sad about it.’
And the neighbours went away again, pretending to agree with what he had said.
A week later, the horse returned to its stable, but it was not alone; it brought with it a beautiful mare for company. The inhabitants of the village were thrilled when they heard the news, for only then did they understand the reply the man had given them, and they went back to the farmer’s house to congratulate him on his good fortune.
‘Instead of one horse, you’ve got two. Congratulations!’ they said.
‘Many thanks for your visit and for your solidarity,’ replied the farmer. ‘But how do you know that what happened was a blessing in my life?’
The neighbours were rather put out and decided that the man must be going mad, and, as they left, they said: ‘Doesn’t the man realise that the horse is a gift from God?’
A month later, the farmer’s son decided to break the mare in. However, the animal bucked wildly and threw the boy off; the boy fell awkwardly and broke his leg.
The neighbours returned to the farmer’s house, bringing presents for the injured boy. The mayor of the village solemnly presented his condolences to the father, saying how sad they all were about what had occurred.
The man thanked them for their visit and for their kindness, but he asked:
‘How do you know that what happened was a misfortune in my life?’
These words left everyone dumbstruck, because they were all quite sure that the son’s accident was a real tragedy. As they left the farmer’s house, they said to each other: ‘Now he really has gone mad; his only son could be left permanently crippled, and he’s not sure whether the accident was a misfortune or not!’
A few months went by, and Japan declared war on China. The emperor’s emissaries scoured the country for healthy young men to be sent to the front. When they reached the village, they recruited all the young men, except the farmer’s son, whose leg had not yet mended.
None of the young men came back alive. The son recovered, and the two horses produced foals that were all sold for a good price. The farmer went to visit his neighbours to console and to help them, since they had always shown him such solidarity. Whenever any of them complained, the farmer would say: ‘How do you know that what happened was a misfortune?’ If someone was overjoyed about something, he would ask: ‘How do you know that what happened was a blessing?’ And the people of the village came to understand that life has other meanings that go beyond mere appearance.
Tuesday, 25 November 2008
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