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Healing Early Childhood Trauma — The Smaller Picture pg246
Colorful companion to my memoir The Incompetent Psychic
Not long after I found out about Teddy from Victoria. I had arranged for a session to explore early childhood issues.
John walked into my backyard. He looked like a warrior elf from Lord of the Rings — long, silver hair tied into a ponytail and the fathomless, light blue eyes of a midsummer sky. My bright, covered patio was a grotto of privacy amid large, leafy plants with a view out to the tomato garden. We each took a cushioned chair and chatted. John found out I didn’t know about this kind of hypnosis, and went through the fail-safes to assure me I would be guided and supported. The more assurances he imparted, the more nervous I became… to the point where I figured I couldn’t relax enough to go through with whatever this was. Somehow, John’s gentle voice and my trust that he was highly skilled took me to a place of deep remembrance. I drifted far back in time to my very early youth, so young I was not yet walking or talking. — From Chapter 13
This was the hardest part of my book to write, and I had to omit more explicit description to get through it. Graphic detail can suck you too far down into dark mud. Some authors can get do it, but I’m no good with horror. Besides, we’ve visited plenty of…
