During her 50 years as a psychologist, Pam has studied and practiced hypnosis in order to help people with their problems. Her work and research into the fascinating area of self-hypnosis has resulted in an important technique for promoting personal change.

Post 9: A Night to Remember (cont. v)

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Post 9: A Night to Remember (cont. v)

Recalling the “Wind in the Willows” and “The Odyssey” I was fascinated by the Stoats and Weasels who invaded Toad Hall in Toad’s absence, and the 108 Suitors who pursued Penelope until the return of Odysseus after 20 years absence (10 of them fighting the Trojan Wars and the 10 years it took to make it back home).

Both of these egregious groups trashed the joint, ate everything there was to eat, stole anything valuable, sent the place broke, and remind me very much of our current government.

The Stoats and Weasels were finally driven out. The Suitors, demanding she select a new husband from amongst them, were cleverly foiled by Penelope. She said she would choose a new husband after she had woven a funeral cloth for her ageing father. Every day she would weave, and every night she would undo what she had woven that day. Odysseus put all 108 of them to the sword when he returned.

I was only 17 and that’s pretty much the total of things I could have talked about. I had unwittingly performed a classical Ericksonian hypnotic informal induction, but it took me another 15 years to recognise this. It explains why I have never doubted the potential for hypnosis achieving what is hoped-for.

About the Author:

I will soon be 81 years old and tickled pink to be still upright. I have a good life. I still see clients, mainly in their own homes. I attend a lot of congresses, conferences and training sessions (never too old to learn). My apartment sits across from the north end of Maroubra Beach with 270 deg. views. There is always something intriguing to gaze at – the whales and dolphins twice a year, the stand-up paddle boarders, the surfers, the walkers, the beautiful surf in all its moods. Every morning two lorikeets come for their wholemeal bread. I often sit on the balcony and cook lunch on my portable grill, sitting amongst pots of lettuce, spinach, eggplant, tomatoes, chillies, and herbs: French tarragon, bayleaf, basil, rosemary, oregano, marjoram, thyme, mint and parsley. Throw a handful of herbs on every meal. My wonderful son has an equally lovely wife and three sons, 18, 16 and 14. They are the joy of my life as are my many good friends (some dating back to primary school) and colleagues. I was divorced, and later had two very dear partners, now deceased. One of them was Bill Peach; many of you may remember him. I was with him for 15 years until he died in 2013. He infected me with the travel bug, with many overseas and domestic Journeys taking place each year. The other long-term relationship left me with a taste for champagne, good wine, gourmet food and the Opera. Most of my life I have played tennis and golf, surfed (even in winter) and skied overseas and locally. Slowing down a bit now, love to see a film and do cryptic crosswords and sudoko. Passionate about bridge. I feel I have been very fortunate and would like to continue in that vein. Fingers crossed.