Sarajane Thomas

2009-11-01T22:03:00.000-08:00

INTRODUCING YOU

TO YOURSELF

(A SERIES OF E-BOOKS

FOR THE SOUL)

BOOK 1 PROVIDES AN EFFECTIVE EXERCISE PLAN TO INTRODUCE YOU TO YOURSELF AND TO PREPARE YOU FOR THE VALUABLE HEALING PROCESS CALLED “STEPPING INTO THE LOOKING GLASS”.

BOOK 2 PROVIDES INSTRUCTION ON HOW

TO USE A MIRROR TO ATTAIN HEALTHY

COMMUNICATION WITH YOUR

UNCONSCIOUS MIND.

BOOK 3 INSTRUCTS THE STUDENT ON PROVEN ADVANCED

SPIRITUAL COMMUNICATION BY USING A MIRROR

AND EFT (EMOTIONAL FREEDOM TECHNIQUES).

Book 1 is available by November 15th. Book 2 will be available by January, 2010 with Book 3 being published in March, 2010.

As a seeker or student, you will gain new understanding from Book 1 as you carry out the preparation exercises provided:

· More effective emotional control in your life

· New insights into how to handle anxiety and worry

· Learning how to identify with the inner body

· Finding joy in life

· Handling disruptions and distractions with poise

· Being in the present moment/Now

· Freeing yourself from negative self-talk

· Practicing EFT (emotional freedom techniques) for your physical and emotional well-being

· Recognizing your talents

· Preparation for working with a mirror as healing therapy

· Discover inner self

· Experience inner self

· Recognizing that you are never alone

· Coming to value yourself as an individual

· Finding a safe haven where you can ponder the issues of life

· Prove to yourself that you have skills to offer to help others

· There is a way to live a healthy life if you so choose to do so

· Gain recognition of the value of others in your life

2009-11-01T01:07:00.000-07:00

THE FORK

Anonymous

There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things 'in order', she contacted her Pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.

She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.

Everything was in order and the Pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.

“There’s one more thing,” she said excitedly.

“What’s that?” was the Pastor’s reply.

“This is very important,” the young woman continued. “I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.”

The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say.

“That surprises you, doesn’t it?” the young woman asked.

“Well, to be honest, I’m puzzled by the request,” said the Pastor.

The young woman explained. “My grandmother once told me this story, and from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement. In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, “Keep your fork.” It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming . . . like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie.

“Something wonderful and with substance!”

So, I just want people to see me there in the casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder “What’s with the fork?” Then I want you to tell them: “Keep your fork, the best is yet to come . . . “

The Pastor’s eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming.

At the funeral people were walking by the young woman’s casket and they saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the Pastor heard the question, “What’s with the fork?” And over and over he smiled.

During his message, the Pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and what it symbolized to her. He told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either.

KNOWING WHAT TO SAY WITH EFT - USING INTUITION

2009-10-31T21:58:00.000-07:00

By Rue Hass, EFT Master

Part 1: What is Intuition? How do I find mine?

At the EFT Master Class “Boot Camp,” Gary invited the EFT Masters who were present to come up on stage with him, three at a time, to offer a panel discussion on various topics of interest to EFT practitioners. One of the topics was intuition – how to recognize it, how to access it, how to use it. I am very interested in intuition, and I was glad I was in that particular time slot. I wanted to share some ideas about intuition here for the rest of you as well.

I think of myself as very intuitive, but I have had to learn how it works for me. I have often been around people who “get guidance,” “hear an inner voice,” talk to the angels,” or “have visions.” I am in no way detracting from the reality of those people’s experience – I have heard about it often enough that I know it is true. It just doesn’t happen that way for me.

There was a time when I finally said to myself, “Either I am really slow, spiritually, or there is a way that intuition happens for me that I haven’t known how to pay attention to.” I determined to learn how it works for me.

These articles arise from an exploration into “my way” that has gone on for decades and continues today. There are some tapping routines here, but mostly these are stories about how I have learned to use my intuition in my work with clients even, and maybe especially, when we seem to be at an impasse and I have no idea what to do next. I am hoping that these ideas will spark some insights for you in your work, whether you are using EFT for yourself, for family members, or as a practice.

For me, intuition is about being in a kind of “holding the space” function in myself. This is an inner state of being in which, using my imagination, I intentionally connect through the spirit of my heart with the spirit of the heart of the client. Whatever happens between us transpires within the energy field of this relationship.

While I am holding that space, my attention is on the other person, aware of their physiology, voice tone, and something else a =psychic might call “aura,” though I don’t think of myself as someone who can see auras. I am literally feeling into the person, feeling/imagining what it is like to be them, with their experience. Questions come to me, arising from my natural curiosity about what it is like for this person to be in this state or have this condition or this belief.

I almost always ask the client questions that come to me. I always (always!) preface what I say in a situation like this with a statement like, “This is what is coming to my mind. If it doesn’t fit for you, disregard it. Replace it if you want to, with your own words, your own thoughts and feelings.”

At the same time I am holding my own inner awareness open to thoughts, words, images, sensations, impressions. Some of those impressions arise from the interconnections that some part of me is making as it assesses all the information that my awareness is picking up. Other impressions I believe come to me from beyond me, or deeper within me.

For me an intuitive impression usually arrives feeling kind of like a short, direct thought, by itself, as if it were surrounded by open space. It doesn’t appear to come from “somewhere else.” Or if it is “someone else” speaking, it arrives well disguised as my own thought.

The whole “through me not by me” idea only makes sense to me if I get to be included in the formula. I like the image of being a portal better. I think of it this way: there is wisdom needed here, and right at this moment in this situation I am the doorway it needs to come through. It is “by me.” If I weren’t here it might not find an entry point into the world. I want to take responsibility for what I know and sense.

I experience the language of my own intuition as auditory and verbal. Dawna Markova, among others, has suggested that we each have a language of the soul, or spirit (insert words here that make sense to you) that comes through a body sense and is our deepest truest voice. So for some people that would mean inner pictures or colors, or body sensations, or even smells. Or sometimes intuition might mean just a sudden knowing.

We have words for all this already:

"Suddenly the big picture flashes before my eyes".

"I feel a sense of sureness in my stomach - a 'grounded' feeling."

"I hear my own voice inside my head."

"I literally feel pulled in one direction."

"I get a feeling in my chest that something 'wants out'."

I also always hold the intention to work with whatever inner allies might be available to me. Over the years I have developed a sense of trust that help is always there. I often have the experience that when my awareness is open, clear and uncluttered with my own thoughts or feelings or pre-conceptions, and when I ask in an inner way for help, suggestions or questions to ask or directions to explore slip into my mind. Never answers, just suggestions.

These are the internal set-ups I use to make sure my intuition has what it needs to work well:

I keep my attention totally focused on my client
I pay close attention to changes in my client’s ·

body language
breathing rate (many people stop breathing under stress)
eyes
skin tone
words

Whenever I notice a change, even if it is slight, I might stop and ask, “What are you feeling just now? What were you thinking about right then when I said that?”

I do my best to put any doubts and worries about my skills and self worth aside for the moment, so that nothing is cluttering up the space in my head
I am listening for the different inner voices in a person that take different positions on an issue. Often the client is unaware that they even have different internal opinions, but their internal incongruity is evident to a keen observer.
I internally ask for help, and just pay attention to what comes
I am endlessly deeply curious, willing to explore “doorways” until one opens
I stay open to my imagination
I invent some way to use the symptom as a metaphor
I use humor!

I am continually bringing my attention back to these points. Doing my work this way is like a meditation. I come out of a session feeling energized and flowing, instead of burned out. I think “burn-out” comes when we are trying too hard.

When I don’t have to worry about whether I am going to be any good at this, and when I am not worrying about what they think about me, I can just follow along with the client. We are wandering down the path of their issue together, peering under boulders and into caves, rearranging obstructions, clearing a path. It is a partnership.

This is my particular way of doing EFT. As you have probably noticed, if you have observed other practitioners, each person evolves his or her own style. When I first learned EFT I thought it would be too mechanical for me. But when I first watched Gary work in person, doing his elegant, imaginative and humorous approach, clearly leaping off the cliff to see if he could fly without worrying about falling, I thought, “Oh! Doing EFT intuitively and creatively could be so much fun!”

At the same time, the basic recipe works just fine. Also, there are some highly accomplished practitioners, including EFT Masters, who use a much shorter more direct approach, and they also get exceptional results. Some say that when they work really quickly they are more intuitive, maybe because there is less space for internal chatter. A big part of being intuitive in tuning into what YOUR style is.

NOTE: As time and space allow, I will be offering Parts 2 – 6 of this article in future issues of my newsletter.

Published with permission from the author. Rue Hass can be reached at her website: http://www.intuitivementoring.com/. If you’d like to sign up for her free newsletter, contact her at http://www.IntuitiveMentoring.com/signup.html

2009-10-31T19:43:00.000-07:00

Using EFT while you are in an argument

Note: This article assumes you have a working knowledge of EFT. Newcomers can still learn from it but are advised to get our Free EFT Get Started Package or our Affordable DVDs for a more complete understanding. For more, read our EFT Info and Disclaimer Document.

Hi Everyone,

Here's a clever, on the spot, use of for EFT by Sarajane Thomas. She says, "Since I have experienced this very sort of healing (from both sides of the fence), I know what I am describing here is possible and is one of those EFT one-minute wonders. So, the next time you're ready to insult a store clerk or you find somebody being unkind to you for apparently no reason, just remember the thumb and pinky finger work well together." Please know that other shortcut EFT points may work as well so you might wish to experiment.

Hugs, Gary

By Sarajane Thomas

Have you ever been in the middle of a conversation and all of a sudden, something goes wrong? Perhaps the person you're chatting with has taken exception to something you said. Perhaps they might even become angry with you. If you should find yourself at the receiving end of this type of behavior, give EFT a chance to come to the rescue.

While you are giving the irritated person your attention and without missing a beat in the conversation, touch your thumb and little finger together on the left hand and start tapping them together. (In the middle of a ruckus, who is going to notice what you're doing with your arm down at your side?) At the same time you are tapping and looking at the man (let's call him Harry) while he's venting, you can start forming quick and simple set-up phrases in your mind and heart. Don't worry about getting the verbiage or the grammar just exactly right. Some simple set-up phrases might be:

Even though Harry is angry with me, I like myself.
Even though I don't know why Harry is acting this way, I respect myself.
Even though Harry is trying to hurt my feelings, I like the way I'm handling this situation.
Even though I may have caused Harry's anger, I still accept myself.

You will be amazed at how calm you become (as though you're in the eye of a storm). And you may feel suddenly as though you don't want to get angry in return with Harry. If you keep up the thumb and "pinky" tapping, you'll quickly feel the benefits spreading to Harry as well. Just keep on tapping. Focus on Harry. The tapping is certain to release some of his anger. Keep repeating short and simple reminder phrases. It's easier to do than you might imagine - right there in the midst of the anger and with a verbal conversation going on between the two of you.

Perhaps it happens the other way around and one day you find yourself becoming upset with Harry. At first you feel yourself becoming anxious and insecure. You actually want to insult this man and may even go ahead and make some inflammatory remarks to him. However, it doesn't take long before you realize what you have done, and Harry's anger is now boiling up to get into the act. Once you realize what you have started, just give the other person your genuine attention, tap and do some quick and simple set-up phrases while borrowed benefits does your bidding.

Even though I'm angry at Harry, I like myself.
Even though I don't know why I'm acting this way with Harry, I respect myself.
Even though I want to hurt Harry's feelings...
Even though I have spoken very harshly to Harry, I appreciate that I can tap to help us get over this anger.

Believe it or not, you can be speaking to the person about something and, at the same time, repeat these phrases in your mind without missing a beat. Tapping, in this instance, is like an act of apology. It changes your demeanor and your attitude. Your tongue becomes soothing rather than scalding. As the tapping benefits you, it inevitably spreads to the other person. Nothing can hold it back from doing so. What could have become an all-out confrontation calms down and all is well.

Since I have experienced this very sort of healing (from both sides of the fence), I know what I am describing here is possible and is one of those EFT one-minute wonders. So, the next time you're ready to insult a store clerk or you find somebody being unkind to you for apparently no reason, just remember the thumb and pinky finger work well together. Your presence of mind to remember to tap under these conditions can quickly bring peace to the other person as well as to yourself. It's all over and done with quickly, and you'll both wonder afterwards what started the whole thing in the first place.

Sarajane Thomas

2009-10-30T23:31:00.000-07:00

TWO FROGS

Anonymous

A group of frogs were traveling through the woods, and two of them fell into a deep pit. When the other frogs saw how deep the pit was, they told the two frogs that they were as good as dead. The two frogs ignored the comments and tried to jump up out of the pit with all their might. The other frogs kept telling them to stop, that they were as good as dead. Finally, one of the frogs took heed to what the other frogs were saying – and gave up. He fell down and died.

The other frog continued to jump as hard as he could. Once again, the crowd of frogs yelled at him to stop the pain and just die. He jumped even harder and finally made it out. When he got out, the other frogs said, “Did you not hear us?”

“No, not really. I’m deaf,” the frog explained.

“I thought you were encouraging me the entire time.”

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

This story teaches two lessons:

1. There is power of life and death in the tongue. An encouraging word to someone who is down can lift them up and help them make it through the day.

2. A destructive word to someone who is down can be what it takes to kill them.

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2009-09-16T10:10:00.000-07:00

Great Silent Grandmother Gathering

2009-09-14T10:25:00.000-07:00

THE GREAT SILENT

GRANDMOTHER GATHERING

Sharon Mehdi wrote a wonderful short story for

her five-year old granddaughter, The Great

Silent Grandmother Gathering has inspired

us. A quick summary of this story is as follows.

A busboy worked in a café where a window

faced the public park. He noticed that two grand-

motherly looking women had been standing in the

park all day without moving at all and without

talking. They were dressed up in their Sunday

best and were just staring at the town hall. He

asked the other patrons in the café what they

thought the women were up to. They speculated

on a variety of things. Then, a five-year old year

who was in the café spoke up and said "One of

them is my grandmother and I know what they

are doing. They are standing there to save the

world." All of the men in the café hooted and

howled and laughed. On his way home the

busboy decided to ask the women what they

were doing and sure enough their answer was

"We are saving the world."

Over dinner that evening the busboy told his

parents and his father hooted and howled,

but his mother was totally silent. After dinner,

the mother called her best friends to tell them.

The next morning the busboy looked out the café

window and the two women were back, along with

his mother, her friends, and the women who had

been in the café the day before. All were stand-

ing in silence staring at the town hall. Again, the

men hooted and howled and said things like "You

can't save the world by standing in the park. That

is what we have armies for," and "everyone knows

you have to have banners and slogans to save the

world--you can't do it by just standing in the park."

The next day the women were joined by the

Women who were in the café the day before and

a number of their friends. This brought the local

newspaper reporter to the scene. He wrote a

derisive article about the women. The day after

it appeared, hundreds of women showed up to

stand in the park in silence. The mayor then

told the police chief to make the women leave

because they were making the town appear to be

foolish. When the police chief told them they

would have to disperse because they didn't have

a permit, one of them responded that "we are

just individuals standing in our public park and

we are not giving speeches or having a demon-

stration so why would we need a permit." The

police chief thought about this and agreed

with them and left the park.

At this point 2,223 women including the

mayor's wife, the police chief's wife, and one

five-year old girl were standing in the park to

save the world. The news quickly spread and

soon women were standing all over the country.

The story ended with women standing in

every country around the globe, standing to

save the world. For more information, see

www.grandmotherbook.com.

EFT Spiritual Circle - Step 2 Explosions of Light, Part 1

2009-08-29T01:00:00.000-07:00

EFT SPIRITUAL CIRCLE – STEP 2

PART 1

EXPLOSIONS

(by Sarajane Thomas)

Step 1 was the assignment of watching the Jill Bolte Taylor video about the two hemispheres of the brain. Simply put, each hemisphere has its own function which is described in that video. At the end of that video, we are left with the understanding that by subduing or bypassing one side of the brain, we are able to find a doorway of sorts into a non-physical world that is rarely experienced by humanity except in quite accidental cases. As Ms. Taylor recovered from a massive stroke, she was able to retain memories of what took place during that stroke and the understandings that came to her (as a scientist) out of that experience. In the end, the implication was that she had found a way into a non-physical world and could actually teach others to do the same. It is to this non-physical world that we reach while working in this EFT Spiritual Circle individually and collectively.

Step 2 in forming this Spiritual Circle is one where I will guide you through a gentle process to experience this non-physical world in the quiet of your own home. Once this process has been mastered, we will come together in our Divine Circle and practice it in unison in a special safe place that I am building in Wetpaint where members of this Circle may gather in the future.

The following is the means by which to enliven points on the meridians lines to bring harmony and balance to the system. I will ask you to use your imagination to create Light and to fill certain EFT points with that energy. In Step 2, we will first deal with the karate chop, top of head, beginning of the eye, side of the eye and under the eye points. In upcoming Steps 3 and 4, we will complete this guided process.

STEP 2 – EXPLOSIONS

1. Be seated comfortably in a quiet room where you will be uninterrupted for about 20 minutes.

2. Place your full focused attention upon the karate chop point and begin to gently tap on that point while imagining that area to be on fire with Light. Intensify the Light in that area. Intensify the Light still further.

3. Place your attention upon the top of the head point and repeat the gentle tapping and the firing of Light there as described in #2.

4. Place your attention upon the point at the beginning of the eyebrow and repeat as above . . .

5. Place your attention upon the point at the side of the eye and repeat . . .

6. Place your attention on the point under the eye and repeat . . .

7. Place your attention on all 5 of these points and in your imagination; gather together the Light from these positions into one grand Light. Discontinue tapping once this has been achieved.

8. Intensify these 5 mingled Lights further in your imagination. Intensify the Light even further. See, know and feel this combined Light becoming integrated into one explosion of Light. Hold the picture and feeling of this explosion for as long as your imagination will allow.

9. Rest and luxuriate in the holiness of the moment. Let this feeling of completeness flow over you while tapping gently on your favorite point.

10. When ready, write down your experience with the intention of sharing it with others in the Circle at a later time.

11. Resume your daily life tasks.

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Forming an EFT Spiritual Group - a New Beginning

2009-08-07T10:35:00.001-07:00

FORMING AN EFT SPIRITUAL CIRCLE

A New Beginning

In 2006 at the Denver Master’s Boot Camp, Gary Craig spent his last several hours on stage using EFT for spiritual purposes. He had limited attendees to 400 people and all of us were tearful from beginning to end. In fact, I didn’t want it to end. It was exceptionally holy for me – far beyond any spiritual event I had ever experienced over the years. (And I have been involved in many groups and presentations and workshops, etc.)

Gary’s major thrust was this: he had periodically experienced what is called “the holy instant” in A Course in Miracle circles. He wanted to feel that way/live from that position all the time. One of his EFT Practitioner friends (I believe her name was Zoe) was guiding his healing as he guided her. Fascinating. Due to the sacredness of the moment, I was unable to write down any notes around this experience --- all I could do was to sit in that holy instant and enjoy it along with everyone else in that large room.

I have scoured my journal entries and notes following this boot camp and can find little information. However, this experience with Gary has never left me; it is always sitting right there in my heart, in all of my spiritual parts. Several weeks after this event took place, I did remember something that Gary had very gently presented to us. He suggested that we imagine each of the tapping points exploding – as though afire with light – all at the same time. I remember that for a while after that I practiced exploding each individual point at a time and then incorporated all the points together at the end for one grand explosion.

Using the explosion of light will probably be a good starting point for our Circle, and we’ll see where this leads us as our souls speak out in response to such an event of light. Other than this explosion of light, I have made no further plans for our first EFT Spiritual Circle in October. I have been in contact with several very old spiritual friends about this very thing, however, they all live at a distance from me. But the beginnings are there. The Circle is gaining momentum. Once we have something a bit more tangible (though I’m uncertain as to how tangible something so intangible can become), I will start writing short articles about how other Circles might be formed and start their beginnings. I will, of course, publish these articles in my monthly newsletters.

I want to encourage others such as yourself to offer suggestions as to a starting point for such a group – or some type of precious procedure we might try ---- once we have worked with the explosion of Light for a while. Perhaps this very experience will be all we will need for our guidance. Time will tell.

Thanks for requesting information on this newly forming Circle. Your suggestions or ideas will be gratefully received. I would enjoy staying in touch with you about this most precious topic.

In Peace,

Sarajane Thomas

360.658.3699

Five Things I Learned from Elephants

2009-08-05T18:03:00.000-07:00

FIVE THINGS I LEARNED FROM ELEPHANTS

BY Kaitlin O’Connell-Rodwell

I have studied the communication systems of wild elephant herds for 14 years, and ironically, studying them taught me about being human.

1. Communicate with intention and reverence.

When elephants greet each other, one will put its trunk tip in the other’s mouth. The greeting is very purposeful and treated with such reverence. Humans also have ritual greetings, but we take them for granted sometimes. I’ve never seen an elephant take the ritual of greeting for granted.

2. Slow down and focus on one task at a time.

Elephants are incredibly subtle, and they act slowly and deliberately. Seeing them fully focused on each interaction reminds me that though we live in a busy world, rather than scrambling around trying to do five things at once we should just give ourselves fully to the task that’s at hand.

3. Mentorship has its privileges.

At 12 to 15 years old, young bulls are nudged into independence. They seek out older bulls as mentors. Some elders aren’t interested and end up alone. The mentors who accept the responsibility get their proteges’ lifelong loyalty. Great relationships can spring from simply sharing your time and knowledge.

4. There’s strength in connection.

Certain young bulls will reach out to foreign bulls that enter their home turf. Later on, if these young bulls are away from home, their new acquaintances help protect them. This outside connection even makes bullies within their own group keep a respectful distance. Reaching out to another makes both of you stronger.

5. Taking risks and being persistent will lead to success.

I had an idea that elephants communicate with each other by sending vibrations through the ground and listening to them with their feet. Some people dismissed it. Determined, I kept my research going by cobbling together small grants. In the end, I was rewarded for my hard work. I proved my theory and wrote a book, which enables me to keep studying these wonderful creatures!

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Singing Through an EFT Session

2009-08-05T10:47:00.001-07:00

SINGING THROUGH AN EFT SESSION

By Sarajane Thomas

Over these last couple of years as an EFT Practitioner, I find myself becoming more and more naturally flamboyant and/or adventuresome in the way I tend to work with a client. For instance, I sometimes find myself breaking out in song (gently, enthusiastically or loudly dependent upon the issue at hand) and leading the client to sing accordingly. I sing in a specific rhythm according to my intuition’s guidance and the rhyme is always in complete accord with the rhythm. The song is created on the spot dependent upon the type of issue we are dealing with and appears to be like an antidote to the matter at hand. The words spoken while I’m singing are again created on the spot and often have a humorous twist to them --- always appropriate and positive in nature. As long as I am willing to stay out of the way and let intuition be the guide, I am amazed (as the words come out of my mouth) as to what is said and how it simply “fills the bill” and is in such rhyming harmony with the rhythm of the music.

I have noticed that most clients are initially uncomfortable at singing in this manner, but as I continue on with them, they trust me and follow. The singing seems to help break down barriers as the client becomes more at ease, and we giggle together over the sometimes childlike phrasing of the rhymes and the fun we are having together in this cleansing process. The music and its cadence usually helps us tune into and converse with a younger part of the client that is asking to be set free. At other times the music may be speaking to older parts of the psyche.

While in this type of reverie, I am not in the mode to write down phrasing reminders on paper which I would now be able to conveniently pass on to you. Instead, my role here is to encourage all of you to feel free to use natural aspects of your loving and creative nature as an adjunct to the usual EFT techniques. This musical approach is simply the tip of the iceberg. There are many other diverse and subtle ways in which we can naturally help the client to their emotional release.

Using EFT for Food Poisoning

2009-06-21T19:44:00.001-07:00

USING EFT FOR FOOD POISONING

by Sarajane Thomas

At about noon the other day, I ate part of a Caesar salad that had been sitting in my refrigerator for several days. It didn’t taste good, and I threw most of it away. About an hour later and quite suddenly, I became extremely nauseated.

Even though I felt poorly, I went to my 2:00 hair cut appointment. Upon arriving at the beauty shop, it was clear that I needed to be at home. I rescheduled and returned home to bed for a half-hour nap. When I awakened I felt better at first, but then the discomfort returned with increased aggravation.

I began to wonder if this continually growing pain might be somehow associated with the colon surgery I had experienced 10 weeks before. There was pain across my entire stomach and abdomen. Moreover my head was plugged up as though my body were responding to some huge yet unknown allergen. I sensed the strong need to vomit from one end and discharge from the other end as well.

Finally, about 3:00 I had the sense of mind to do some EFT. Even though I felt resistant to doing the tapping, I proceeded anyway. Because I was muddle-headed, I was unable to create appropriate set-up phrases; I seemed only able to focus on pain in the stomach and abdomen for about 20 minutes while I tapped (even a bit chaotically sometimes). The discomfort began to ease up just a bit and I stopped doing the EFT at that point. In 20 to 30 minutes as I was resting, an unusual event took place. It was as though I were lying on a warm beach parallel to the waves coming in from the ocean, and as one of those spiritual waves passed over and through me, I was expressly and totally healed.

Lucky's Story

2009-06-21T18:32:00.001-07:00

Mary and her husband Jim had a dog named 'Lucky.' Lucky was a real character. Whenever Mary and Jim had company come for a weekend visit they would warn their friends to not leave their luggage open because Lucky would help himself to whatever struck his fancy. Inevitably, someone would forget and something would come up missing.

   Mary or Jim would go to Lucky's toy box in the basement and there the treasure would be, amid all of Lucky's other favorite toys. Lucky always stashed his finds in his toy box and he was very particular that his toys stay in the box.

    It happened that Mary found out she had breast cancer. Something told her she was going to die of this disease . . . in fact, she was just sure it was fatal.

   She scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding her shoulders.. The night before she was to go to the hospital she cuddled with Lucky. A thought struck her . . . what would happen to Lucky? Although the three-year-old dog liked Jim, he was Mary's dog through and through. If I die, Lucky will be abandoned, Mary thought. He won't understand that I didn't want to leave him. The thought made her sadder than thinking of her own death.

   The double mastectomy was harder on Mary than her doctors had anticipated and Mary was hospitalized for over two weeks. Jim took Lucky for his evening walk faithfully, but the little dog just drooped, whining and miserable.

Finally the day came for Mary to leave the hospital. When she arrived home, Mary was so exhausted she couldn't even make it up the steps to her bedroom. Jim made his wife com fortable on the couch and left her to nap. Lucky stood watching Mary but he didn't come to her when she called. It made Mary sad but sleep soon overcame her and she dozed.

   When Mary woke for a second she couldn't understand what was wrong. She couldn't move her head and her body felt heavy and hot. But panic soon gave way to laughter when Mary realized the problem. She was covered, literally blanketed, with every treasure Lucky owned! While she had slept, the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the basement bringing his beloved mistress all his favorite things in life. He had covered her with his love.

   Mary forgot about dying. Instead she and Lucky began living again, walking further and further together every day. It's been 12 years now and Mary is still cancer-free. Lucky? He still steals treasures and stashes them in his toy box but Mary remains his greatest treasure.

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HOLIDAY HEART WARMER

2008-12-11T18:44:00.001-08:00

Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or those who squandered their means and then never had enough for the necessities. But for those who were genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all outdoors. It was from him that I learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving, not from receiving.

It was Christmas Eve 1881. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn't been enough money to buy me the rifle that I'd wanted for Christmas. We did the chores early that night for some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra time so we could read in the Bible.

After supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out in front of the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the old Bible. I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I wasn't in much of a mood to read Scriptures. But Pa didn't get the Bible; instead he bundled up again and went outside. I couldn't figure it out because we had already done all the chores. I didn't worry about it long though; I was too busy wallowing in self-pity.

Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there was ice in his beard. "Come on, Matt," he said. "Bundle up good, it's cold out tonight." I was really upset then. Not only wasn't I getting the rifle for Christmas, now Pa was dragging me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see. We'd already done all the chores, and I couldn't think of anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like this

But I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one's feet when he'd told them to do something, so I got up and put my boots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house. Something was up, but I didn't know what.

Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled. Whatever it was we were going to do wasn't going to be a short, quick, little job. I could tell. We never hitched up this sled unless we were going to haul a big load.

Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly climbed up beside him. The cold was already biting at me. I wasn't happy. When I was on, Pa pulled the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed. "I think we'll put on the high sideboards," he said. "Here, help me." The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high sideboards on.

After we had exchanged the sideboards, Pa went into the woodshed and came out with an armload of wood---the wood I'd spent all summer hauling down from the mountain, and then all Fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I said something. "Pa," I asked, "what are you doing?" You been by the Widow Jensen's lately?" he asked. The Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I'd been by, but so what? "Yeah," I said, "Why?" "I rode by just today," Pa said. "Little Jakey was out digging around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They're out of wood, Matt."

That was all he said and then he turned and went back into the woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him. We loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horses would be able to pull it. Finally, Pa called a halt to our loading, then we went to the smoke house and Pa took down a big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to put them in the sled and wait.

When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand. "What's in the little sack?" I asked. "Shoes. They're out of shoes. Little Jakey just had gunnysacks wrapped around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn't be Christmas without a little candy."

We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen's pretty much in silence. I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn't have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form of logs that I would have to saw into blocks and split before we could use it. We also had meat and flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn't have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoes and candy?

Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us; it shouldn't have been our concern. We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the wood as quietly as possible, and then we took the meat and flour and shoes to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice said, "Who is it?" "Lucas Miles, Ma'am, and my son, Matt. Could we come in for a bit?"

Widow Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. Widow Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp. "We brought you a few things, Ma'am," Pa said and set down the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table. Then Pa handed her the sack that had the shoes in it.

She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at a time. There was a pair for her and one for each of the children---sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last. I watched her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started running down her cheeks. She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say something, but it wouldn't come out.

"We brought a load of wood too, Ma'am," Pa said. He turned to me and said, "Matt, go bring in enough to last awhile. Let's get that fire up to size and heat this place up." I wasn't the same person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I had a big lump in my throat and as much as I hate to admit it, there were tears in my eyes too.

In my mind I kept seeing those three kids huddled around the fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running down her cheeks with so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn't speak. My heart swelled within me and a joy that I'd never known before, filled my soul. I had given at Christmas many times before, but never when it had made so much difference. I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people.

I soon had the fire blazing and everyone's spirits soared. The kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candy and Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn't crossed her face for a long time. She finally turned to us. "God bless you," she said. "I know the Lord has sent you. The children and I have been praying that he would send one of his angels to spare us."

In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tears welled up in my eyes again. I'd never thought of Pa in those exact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it I could see that it was probably true. I was sure that a better man than Pa had never walked the earth. I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many others. The list seemed endless as I thought on it.

Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I was amazed when they all fit and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get. Then I guessed that if he was on an errand for the Lord that the Lord would make sure he got the right sizes.

Tears were running down Widow Jensen's face again when we stood up to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug. They clung to him and didn't want us to go. I could see that they missed their Pa, and I was glad that I still had mine.

At the door Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, "The Mrs.. wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of us can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat turkey for too many meals. We'll be by to get you about eleven. It'll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here, hasn't been little for quite a spell." I was the youngest. My two brothers and two sisters had all married and had moved away. Widow Jensen nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Miles. I don't have to say, "'May the Lord bless you,' I know for certain that He will."

Out on the sled I felt a warmth that came from deep within and I didn't even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa turned to me and said, "Matt, I want you to know something. Your ma and me have been tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn't have quite enough.

Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years back came by to make things square. Your ma and me were real excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and I started into town this morning to do just that. But on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunnysacks and I knew what I had to do. Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for those children. I hope you understand."

I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again. I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it. Now the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. Pa had given me a lot more. He had given me the look on Widow Jensen's face and the radiant smiles of her three children.

For the rest of my life, whenever I saw any of the Jensen's, or split a block of wood, I remembered, and remembering brought back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night. Pa had given me much more than a rifle that night; he had given me the best Christmas of my life.

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2008-11-28T11:23:00.001-08:00

Story: Tinkling of Fairybells

2008-11-27T17:46:00.001-08:00

THE TINKLING OF FAIRYBELLS

By Katherine Kurtz

She was drawn by the sound of tinkling bells, so like the voices of her own kind. She had not heard such voices for a very long time, and the joyful sound coming from the little stone structure at the edge of the forest reminded her of happier times, when others like herself had flourished in this Kentish countryside.

Alas, humankind no longer believed in the fairy folks---or at least, most of them did not. The Whiterobes had brought a new kind of magic to these Blessed Isles. Believe in the old magic was passing away.

She had an inkling that someone inside that building still believed even though the magic of that place was different from her own. She was unseen in the early morning sunshine—for she had no physical body, and could only manifest as light, hardly bigger than a person’s hand. She peeped through a narrow lancet window and saw the humans at their magic; a white-robed man bowing over a table of stone where a disk and a cup of gold shimmered with a light similar to her own. A half-grown boy knelt beside the man, and it was he who shook a handful of silver bells as the man raised the golden cup. In the boy’s hands, the bells spoke a language that she could almost understand.

After that day, she began to visit the forest chapel regularly, but she dared not enter. She sensed that the boy wouldn’t mind, but the man was like most Whiterobes and, indeed, most human, afraid of the open places and the old magic that once had flourished there in the forests.

The man grew older, the boy became a man and also began to wield the new magic, and another boy came to shake the silver bells. Gradually, as the older man grew more infirm, the younger man took to weaving his magic outside as well as in the chapel, often choosing a favorite spot in a forest clearing, with only the animals for his congregation. To her bewilderment, she began to feel an attachment she had never felt before. Even though he remained totally unaware of her presence, she came to think of him as her human. She soon learned tht his name was Peter, and that the local people called his kind of magic-wielder----priest. Usually the new boy came to attend him in his forest temple, and to shake the silver bells at the high point of his magic, but one bright autumn afternoon the boy did not come.

Curious, she watched from the shelter of a hollow tree stump wondering what the priest Peter would do when it was time for the bells to ring. The forest creatures had come, as they always did, from saucy, bushy-tailed squirrels and fat gray rabbits down to sleep brown mice, with a variety of brightly colored birds studding the tree branches. Today, even a majestic stag had appeared.

The moment approached. While the priest performed his ritual, she dared a soft, shimmering sound, very like the bells the boy usually range, but also something like the wind rustling in the trees.

Peter bowed a little deeper than usual, and continued his chanting. She could not contain herself; she made an unmistakable bell-sound.

His hands shook a little as he set the sun-disk down and made another bow. His voice was almost inaudible as he lifted the golden cup.

Deeply moved by his magic, she joyfully sang with the bells. He froze until she had finished.

When he had drained the cup and closed his book, she dared to make another tinkling sound. As he looked up in wonder, she spoke to him in his mind.

I give thee greeting, Priest Peter.

Peter turned pale and looking quickly around. “Did someone call me? Is there anyone there?” he said.

She softened her light in the tree stump lest he see it and become even more fearful.

I am here, she said. I have been with you for a very long time, though you knew it not.

He thought someone was trying to play a trick on him. “You stop that now, Johannes. Is that you?”

She gently laughed like a ripple of bells, letting her light flare brighter in the tree stump.

Turning, he froze as he saw her gleaming light. “Oh, my God, it’s a demon!”

She inadvertently drifted in his direction which agitated him even more.

“No! Stay away from me! Don’t touch me!”

He had begun to tremble violently at the site of her and had raised his arms as though to ward her off. Since she had no true physical body, there was no way she could harm him, even if she wished to—and to this human, in particular, she wished no harm.

Please don’t be afraid. I am not what you think. And I am most assuredly not a demon. I can’t harm you. I have only this form of light you see before you.

“Then, you must be an angel!” he exclaimed. “Yes, of course, that has to be it.”

No, Peter. I am of the f---

“No, you’re an angel,” Peter interrupted, shaking his head stubbornly. What else could you be?”

Very well then, if you wish to believe me an angel, then that name will do as well as any other.

His face fell. “But, why have you come?”

I was drawn here by your magic.

“But I work no magic,” he said indignantly.

She said quietly, “How, then, does it bring you such great joy, Priest Peter, that even the creatures of the forest stand in awe before it? The joy was in you from the beginning, Peter. These children of the forest feel it. Because the magic is so sweet as you wield it, her voice whispered in his mind, let me join you, be your bells – and I will stay by you eternally.

When Peter returned several days later, she did not show herself, but she sang with complete abandon---and felt his joy echoing hers---at last.

After that, when he came to the forest glade, she became the voice of the bells for him, there under the open sky. In time, he came to accept her presence as companion as well as angelic helper, calling her his Angel of the Bells. He would often linger after the magic had been made.

One day he said, “I have been taught that angels have no gender, that you have no bodies. However, if you had a physical body, I think that you would be a beautiful lady.”

She felt her colors soften to a more silvery tone, and knew that he spoke the truth.

Would that please you, if I were? She said softly.

“If you were a beautiful lady, my vows would forbid us any contact. And yet—“

And yet? she asked.

No matter, perhaps it is better this way. To have an angel attend me…”

I am not an angel, Peter.

“I have come to know that,” he said miserably, not daring to look up. “But you must be an angel, if our love---if what we have is to continue. Father Bernard would exorcise you, if he ever found out, and I would be excommunicated.

Exorcised? Excommunicated? she repeated, not daring to mention the love he had just avowed.

“No matter, my angel. We won’t give him that chance. So long as he lives, I shall continue to be the dutiful priest he would have me be, and you shall be my bells here in the forest.”

Yes, until then, I shall sing with you here.

And, to seal their commitment, Peter turned fully toward her and cupped his trembling hands to receive her. She came to him as a sphere of golden light and their spirits were unit, a joyous communion that would be repeated often over the years that followed.

From that day forward, she was with him almost constantly. When the old priest died, she took up a vantage point in the lamp that burned above the stone altar in the chapel. From there she sang with the silver bells when the magic was at its height, celebrating her love for Peter as well as praise for the true Maker of the magic. Gradually, his chapel at the edge of the forst came to be known as a place of great holiness. The faithful came from miles around to witness the magic and hear the sweet sound of the bells, never guessing at her presence. Thus did her love for him grow, and his for her.

The years passed quickly. Peter’s angelic companion did not change; as Peter aged, he became increasingly well known and respected---honored as a most holy man. One day, he received another royal appointment. He was to go on a mission to Gaul as the King’s ambassador.

On the day Peter set sail from Dover, a storm was building in the North Sea. The wind howled, and the lightning flashed, and the waves were like mountains, battering the tiny ship. “My angel!” he cried.

The wind ripped the words from his lips before any but she could hear. But, there was nothing she could do. For the first time in her very long existence she yearned for a body, so that she might keep his head above the waves, might cushion him from the rocks.

I will never leave you! she cried to him. Oh, do not abandon me! Can you not hear me calling you?

He could no longer hear her. He was washed ashore with the daybreak. He and the others were buried by nearby villagers.

Dusk came, she accepted that he was dead; but any true understanding of what that meant was outside the experience of one who would never die. He had tried to explain it, but eventually she had come to understand it as a separation—a going where she could not follow.

All she could do was to keep returning to the last place he had been: to the battered body laid in the shallow grave, even though his essence was no longer there.

Some villagers came to notice how a strange and ghostly light returned each night to mark the grave of the unknown priest.

Early one winter morning, Whiterobes from the village and from the cathedral at Boulogne came and, with great ceremony, unearthed the body and laid it in a burnished coffin.

She followed them back to the great cathedral at Boulogne, taking up a vantage point in the lamp above the altar.

During the bell ringing in the ritual, at the height of her grief and longing, she had thought she sensed just a hint of his presence, for the first time since that awful night on the sea. It surrounded her again now, like a faint, pure single bell-tone floating in the stillness.

And all at once he was there beside her, midst a celestial light and shimmering bells like her own, the bell-like tinkling of his laughter harmonizing with hers, merging, becoming one, no longer hampered by words or any physical limitation.

For a moment they embraced in a sphere of golden light above his tomb, too bright for mortal eyes to bear, sparkling and glorious. Then in an ecstatic streak of rainbow color theyu lifted upward and away, together at last, passing through the colored glass of the eastern window as if it had no substance at all, soaring off toward the woodlands and forest beyond.

Left behind on the altar step, the bells that had run at the height of the magic shimmered a faint farewell, but never again would their music sound as sweetly as it had that day.

(A modern fairy tale. . .)

Using EFT to Say Good-bye to a Dying Person

2008-11-26T20:11:00.001-08:00

Using EFT to say Good-Bye

to a dying person

By Sarajane Thomas

I recently received a request from Hospice staff to check in right away with Susan who was suffering from the final stages of lung cancer in a local nursing home. She was very agitated, fearful, and ready to bolt out of her chair or bed at any moment. She could not be left alone. Since she was so anxious, I was asked to visit and comfort her every day.

Right after the phone call from Hospice, I traveled immediately to the nursing home to visit Susan (a petite 65-year old lady) for the first time. She was sitting in a special oversized hospice wheel chair at the nurse's station where staff could keep a watchful eye on her at all times. Aides wheeled the patient to her room and gently lifted her into bed so that she and I could visit. For a while, staff and visitors were coming in and out of her semi-private room. In a very poignant moment, Liz (one of the young staff members there) brought in her 2-year old girl to meet the ailing woman.

Since there were others milling about the room, I used my initial time with her to introduce "comfort tapping" while, at the same time, soothing her with soft lullabies. Comfort tapping is my way of tapping (alternating all ten fingers up and down) across/over a person's physical body. In this case, I first comfort tapped along the top of her shoulders, up and down her arms, and especially focused on her fingers and hands. I have found that such tapping is consoling, almost tranquilizing to the severely ill. And then I proceeded with EFT. I introduced such set-up phrases as: "Even though I am seriously ill, I deeply and completely love myself. Even though I'm ill, I choose to remain calm. Even though I'm dying, I choose to remain in control of how I act and feel and think until the end of my life. Even though I'm very ill, I appreciate all that I've experienced in my life. "

When I arrived for the second visit on the morning of the next morning, the nurse told me that Susan was no longer agitated and was resting quietly in her bed. On this occasion, I used inner imaginative surrogate tapping for a while and then began tapping on myself for her while speaking very quietly. It seemed from the expression on her face that she knew I was doing something indefinable. I had her undivided attention; she kept her eyes riveted on mine during the whole time I was with her. I was using set-up phrases such as "Even though I, Susan, may feel helpless, I choose to be in control of my life and how I live it to the very end." I had the feeling that she was soaking up my words and that somehow her dying process was making more sense to her now.

On my third visit on the next day, Susan remained asleep while I was there. I did silent surrogate work with her using the same type of set-up phrases as on previous days.

Two days later, I made my fourth visit to the nursing home. At 2:43 pm Susan died while I was at her side. (No relatives were with her.) I had almost stayed home that day because I was feeling rather unusual and couldn't quite figure out what was wrong. But I thumped my collar bone (CB) point and did some energy exercises and proceeded on to the nursing home anyway. I had arrived at about 1:45 pm, and she was labored in her breathing with set eyes and half closed eyelids, cold feet and the mottled coloring in the feet and lower legs, an indication that the body was systematically closing down. I knew it wouldn't be long. I held her hand for a while but then I felt she needed to be in her own space during this critical time. I spent most of my hour with her that day doing silent surrogate tapping for a painless and conscious death, and for her willingness to accept how she had lived in that physical body right up to the very last moment.

A short time later when her breathing pattern became more shallow, this indicated that she was actively dying. I bid her a joyous farewell. It was like I was her cheerleader as she moved on to another lifestyle. And I thanked her profusely for allowing me to be with her as she made her departure. And I kept remembering the ancient oriental belief that death in the physical body meant a birth into another body elsewhere.

After the head nurse had verified that there was no longer a pulse, she left the room to contact the family. I stayed with Susan's body for a while and continued my farewell language, praising her for what she had accomplished in life and inspiring her to recognize the sweetness of that place where she was headed. When I sensed her spirit was gone from the body, I gave her my final well wishes and left the room. During these last sacred moments with her, I felt that I had the privilege of sending her off to another phase or level of life elsewhere.

As I walked out of the nursing home to head towards home, it seemed as though she had left the building with me and accompanied me across the parking lot to my car. I sensed she was now saying her good-byes to me and sending me off to my life similar to what I had done with her. What a sense of freedom was in the air!

As I reported the death to the hospice staff by telephone after I had returned home, my supervisor said that Susan must have wanted me to be there at the end or it would not have happened that way.

Three hours later that same day, I laid down for a short nap, and when I awakened, I remembered that I had dreamed about a woman standing at the foot of my bed. It struck me that Susan wanted me to see who she now was and how she was - a very attractive auburn-haired woman (about 35 years old). Her beaming face was aimed skyward and her arms raised in jubilation as she appeared to be wholeheartedly accepting who she was now becoming.

Now I understood why I had been feeling somewhat different during those last few days. When I stopped to think about that sensation in my heart and linked it to Susan, it felt as though she had been my companion for a while, and I could actually feel that comradeship in my heart. In experiencing this dream, it was as if she were saying to me, "Yes, I did have control of how I felt and thought and acted until the very end (of that physical existence)." I knew that the memory of this precious dream would be forever imbedded in my consciousness - that jubilant sight of Susan moving on to her new life.

Sarajane

Story: The Sneeze

2008-11-26T00:33:00.001-08:00

THE SNEEZE

They walked in tandem, each of the ninety-two students filing into the already crowded auditorium. With their rich maroon gowns flowing and the traditional caps, they looked almost as grown up as they felt.

Dads swallowed hard behind broad smiles, and Moms freely brushed away tears. This class would NOT pray during the commencements---not by choice, but because of a recent court ruling prohibiting it.

The principal and several students were careful to stay within the guidelines allowed by the ruling. They gave inspirational and challenging speeches, but no one mentioned divine guidance and no one asked for blessings on the graduates or their families.

The speeches were nice, but they were routine until the final speech received a standing ovation. A solitary student walked proudly to the microphone. He stood still and silent for just a moment, and then it happened.

All 92 students, every single one of them, SNEEZED!!!!

The student on stage simply looked at the audience and said, 'GOD BLESS YOU'. And he walked off stage.

The audience exploded into applause. This graduating class had found a unique way to invoke God's blessing on their future with or without the court's approval.

Isn't this a wonderful story? Pass it on to all your friends and GOD BLESS YOU!!! This is a true story.

It happened at the University of Maryland.

How to Handle Self Sabotage by Using EFT: Part 2

2008-10-05T21:42:00.000-07:00

Part 2 of 2: How to Create Antidotes to Your Negative “Tail Enders” Right Within Your EFT Statement

In my first article in this series I talked about using Gary Craig’s concept of "tail enders", in my opinion one of the most important ideas Gary ever presented to us.

In case you don't remember what a "tail ender" is, it is a term coined by Gary to describe the hidden objections (yes-buts) that so often show up at the tail end of, and thus counteract, our best-worded positive affirmations. Tail Enders can make our affirmations seem ineffective when in fact the affirmations may actually be doing their job by creating exactly the negative outcome which the tail ender calls for!

Gary suggests handling tail enders by tapping on the issues they raise until these issues are neutralized by EFT. This is an excellent way to proceed which I describe in Part 1 of this series. However, with the advent of the EFT Choices Method, we have an additional option. This is to build the antidote to the tail ender right into the Choices phrase we use.

Here’s an Here’s an example of how that works.

My client "Kaye" wanted to move into a "beautiful home in the country". However she had not been able to get herself to do the things required to bring about such a change in her life. Clearly some hidden issues were stopping her from doing this.

When Kaye thought about the phrase, "Even though I'm afraid I'll never find a beautiful home in the country", her thoughts turned to her older sister. She told me that her sister was already unhappy because she (the sister) lived in an inadequate and dreary apartment and that she felt her sister would be both hurt and jealous if Kaye moved into her own dream home. As Kaye told me about this she revealed that her sister had been jealous of her all of her life. Kaye had been prettier and more popular from day one, but had always tried to please this idealized older sister whom she had looked up to a greatly as a child.

As she tapped on this issue, Kaye realized that her need for her sister’s love was an important factor that had been preventing her from going all out to obtain the beautiful new country home she wanted. We now turned to working on this aspect of our problem (her tail ender) and she decided to build an antidote to her fear of losing her sister’s love into her Choices statement.

To help her with this I asked her what she would, ideally, like to have happen in this situation. She said, "I'd like to have (her sister's name) be happy for me when I move into this house. I want her to love me just as much as she does now when I'm in my new home.”

I didn't suggest to her that she say “I choose to have my sister love me …." although that might seem the obvious phase to use, because we cannot choose for another person how they should feel or act -- we can only choose this for ourselves. I did suggest, however, that Kaye make a Choice that she would have a subjective feeling of being loved when living in her dream home. We can choose any feeling that we want.

The several Choices statements she then made simultaneously addressed her wish for a beautiful country home and her tail enders at the same time. Some of these statements were:

“Even though (her sister's name) will be jealous of me if I own a lovely country home, I choose to feel wonderfully loved in my new home."

"Even though she (her sister) won't love me if I have a beautiful home, I choose to deal with that easily and comfortably."

“Even though she'll be mad at me if I have a beautiful home, I choose to be okay with that and know that I'm a good sister to her.”

When her EFT session came to an end, we formulated a Choice for Kaye to take home and work on on her own. Since the need for a family member’s love is likely to have many aspects to it, some of which Kaye and I had not yet handled in her therapy sessions, I wanted to increase her ability to deal with this issue outside of therapy and suggested that she build a more general antidote to her tail enders into an EFT Choices phrase and use it at home. The wording she settled on for this was:

“I choose to feel exceptionally loved while living in a beautiful spacious country home.”

This choice simultaneously addressed her wish for a lovely home and her tail ender at the same time. While we had to do further tapping on other aspects of this issue in her next therapy session, by then Kaye had already begun to actively look for houses that would fit her ideal one by that time and was getting the word out among friends about this. Within two months of starting work on her tail enders she had found a "beautiful country home –– my ideal" and she and her family were soon able to move into it with great excitement.

Of course, some people find a choice such as "feeling loved" very difficult. If so, then we can use EFT directly to deal with that problem by addressing its historical origins in the person’s life. After removing some of the blocks to feeling loved, we can then help the person (or ourselves) formulate all-encompassing Choices such as: "I choose to feel lovable," or "I choose to feel loved," or address these issues through a more Choice.

If you’d like to try out this method, antidotes to tail enders can be derived by first uncovering the hidden objections (contradictions) within yourself to the Choice being created, then converting those objections (i.e. fears, doubts, etc.) into their opposite. Here are some examples:

Original Choice: "I choose to be successful in my business."

Tail ender: "But if I'm successful my father/mother (others) will ridicule me the way he (she, they) always did when I succeeded at anything."

Antidote to tail ender: To feel respected even when I’m successful.

Amended Choice that incorporates antidote to the tail ender:"I choose to feel respected even if I'm successful in my business."

Original Choice: "I choose to lose weight successfully."

Tail ender: "But the last time I lost weight it was because I was sick, so it can be dangerous to loose weight."

Antidote to tail ender: To remain healthy while losing your desired amount of weight.

Amended Choice that incorporates antidote to the tail ender: "I choose to lose weight successfully and be wonderfully healthy at the same time."

Original Choice: "I choose to keep my apartment really in order."

Tail ender: "But that means I will be a slave to cleaning it all the time!"

Antidote to tail ender: To freely enjoy keeping your apartment (house etc.) in order.

Amended Choice that incorporates antidote to tail ender: "I choose to thoroughly enjoy keeping my apartment beautifully in order.”

There are, of course, many different ways that the antidote to a tail ender can be incorporated within a Choice, and seeking to identify the right one for a specific problem is a skill in itself. However, it’s a habit well worth cultivating because of it saves much time and effort.

The answer to tail enders can therefore be (1) to handle them directly by using EFT to eliminate the problem involved (see Part 1 of this series), or (2) by inserting an antidote to the tail ender into an EFT Choices statement. Both of these approaches are highly effective and I often combine the two of them with impressive results. Dealing with tail enders allows you to use EFT in an extremely effective fashion.

How to Handle Self Sabotage by Using EFT

2008-10-05T21:37:00.000-07:00

By Patricia Carrington PhD, EFT Master

Part 1 of 2: Using EFT to deal with negative "Tail Enders"

Unconscious sabotaging of your own conscious wishes and desires is an almost universal phenomenon that is always baffling when it occurs. Gary Craig's concept of "Tail Enders" explains this process more clearly than almost any formulation I have come across.

"Tail Enders" is a term coined by Gary to describe the hidden objections (yes-buts) that so often show up at the tail end of, and thus counteract, our best-worded positive affirmations. Tail Enders can make our affirmations seem ineffective when in fact the affirmations may actually be doing their job by creating exactly the negative outcome which the tail ender calls for! Gary describes this process as follows in his Palace of Possibilities

"(Often) affirmations seem to be ineffective only because there is a missing piece to the affirmation process that has gone mostly unrecognized. It has to do with what is actually affirmed. This is often not the affirmation that is stated. In fact, it is frequently the opposite.”

“Our affirmations are impressive in their ability to shape our lives. If we simply listen to our own self talk we will hear glowing evidence of this. Our self talk contains constant affirmations regarding our existing beliefs and attitudes. So does our every day conversation. These affirmations have brought us to our current status in our lives and confined us. To truly harness the power of affirmations, we must make sure that the actual affirmations that are taking effect are the ones we want. Therein lies our major challenge and an indispensable use for EFT."

Gary suggests that we use EFT to counteract the Tail Enders that may prevent EFT from being effective in helping us achieve our goals. Identifying and dealing with Tail Enders when we use EFT can be crucial in helping us manifest what we desire in life.

Interestingly, EFT itself can be used to deal with Tail Enders in a highly effective fashion. Here is an example of how that works:

"Brad" was a sophomore in college when he consulted me because he had a strong wish to graduate with honors but was presently getting only passing grades. He had learned EFT from Gary's website some months before and had created for himself the following EFT statement on which he had been tapping almost daily:

"Even though my grades are terrible right now and I want to graduate with honors, I deeply and completely accept myself." He had no positive results from this statement however. His grades remained barely good enough to pass. When he came to see me he doubted that EFT would ever work for him.

I immediately suspected that there was a tail ender concealed in his use of EFT, and asked him, “Can you think of any possible downsides to your graduating with honors?”

His answers were revealing. He told me that his older brother, “Stan”, had been his hero and role model throughout childhood. Stan hadn't done well academically however, although he had excelled in athletics. If Brad were to graduate from college with honors he would clearly surpass Stan and in his opinion he would humiliate Stan by doing this and might lose his brother's love and friendship.

We had identified an unspoken Tail Ender that had clearly been hampering Brad’s use of EFT for the issue of his grades.

Tail enders usually take the form of mental "Yes but”s, and it turned out that every time Brad had tapped on his EFT statement he had been been adding another phrase at the end of it in his mind which went something like, "Yes, but if I graduate with honors, this will just ‘kill’ Stan.”

This unrecognized Tail Ender had stopped him in his tracks. As it turned out it involved many aspects of his relationship with his brother –– his need for Stan’s approval, the fact that he had been type-cast in his family as the “second-best” of the two boys (Stan was a football hero throughout high school), and other similar problems from Brad’s past.

We then used EFT to systematically deal with all these Tail Enders, the "Yes but”s that had been negating his openly expressed positive intentions. By doing this, Brad finally reached a point where tapping on the issue of his wish to excel academically felt “congruent” to him -- it was now free of inner contradictions and “Yes, but”s. Brad now wholeheartedly wanted to graduate with honors, and because of this his tapping on this issue was now productive. He was able to use his original EFT statement effectively for the first time. And his grades began to improve steadily. By the end of the next semester he was on the honor role, a dramatic change that could only have been possible after he had overcome the Tail Enders.

There is also another way in which EFT can be used very effectively to handle tail enders. This involves a special use of the EFT Choices Method which I will talk about in part two of this series.