Unlimited Potential Healing Center

And more than once too!!!

I was having a bad day in November, but then it was really just one more of many such days in a bad year in general.

I had gone into a lawyer’s office to give testimony as to how my mother had slipped in their building, tumbling head over her walker and down their dark stairway as she was led into their office by the receptionist. Recounting that day’s events and the consequences of her broken bones, called up painful memories of my mother screaming in pain for weeks. As a result of her accident, I was pushed into being her round-the-clock caregiver because instead of transitioning from the hospital to rehab, she signed herself out telling the doctors that “my daughter will take care of me.”

It was an ordeal that left me only a few hours sleep per night for the duration of six full weeks. I was doing the work of 6 nurses–3 each on 8 hour shifts Monday through Friday, and another three on the weekend. I had no help, and she was ineligible because she had signed herself out. As a result, my business was on hold, and my own life force was completely drained. Even after she was able to get around on her walker or wheelchair again, there was no joy, no social life, no business life, no privacy or moments for myself. Unconsciously, I suspect that I didn’t want to live anymore.

To add injury to the testimony, one of the lawyer’s accused me of lying. That’s what really brought up the memories in full color and intensity. He had no idea of what my mother went through and what I also sacrificed to take care of her.

So I came home and made what I thought would be a healthy lunch of a shrimp omelet.

It was just after Thanksgiving, 2001. My mother had wanted to serve shrimp for my son (Mark) who was visiting us in New Jersey from California. We ate it then, and again the day after. Mark had wanted me to go with him to visit the ruins of the World Trade Center, which we did over the weekend. There we saw all the letters, memorials placed around the fencing, and workers still digging through the rubble. Then I put my son on the plane to go back to the West Coast–always an emotional event for a mother to say goodbye to her offspring.

I had been at the Hudson River just 5 miles away on that fateful day of 9/11. And while I didn’t see the buildings fall, I did walk through all the dust, which also covered my car. I had gone to the Medical Center to await victims in order to offer my hypnosis services to burn patients. (If you get to a burn patient quickly, hypnosis can mitigate the severity of those burns.) However, only six patients arrived because the others were dead, and I was sent home.

One of my clients, Luke, had died at Windows of the World Restaurant after just returning from vacation the day before. He was there to set up a business meeting. Luke got a call out to his lover before he died. The last time I had seen him was at a funeral of a close mutual friend, Rodney, who was also on the Board of Directors for my business. So Luke’s death brought up thoughts of Rodney’s death, which brought up thoughts of my Dad’s death, which is why I was living with my mother to begin with–to assist her in her grieving process.

Another friend, Nelson, also worked at the World Trade Center. On the previous Friday, Nelson was told to take his department of 40 people out to lunch and to tell them that their department was being liquidated by their new Japanese owners. On Friday, they were despondent about losing their jobs. However, a few days later, all those not let go, were dead because they were on the very floor where the plane flew in. Losing their job turned into a blessing for them and their families.

Anyway, still upset after seeing the lawyer, I made my omelet. Within 30 minutes I went into anaphylactic shock. My throat was swollen up, I was beet red, it was difficult to breathe, and I knew I was in big trouble. I paused before calling for help –did I want to live or not? After all, life held no satisfaction anymore. I had given up my office and business in preparation for a move to be near my son on the west coast, only to be side railed by my mother’s health issues and having to give up those plans to become her full-time caregiver instead. It would have been so easy to slip away, and no one would have thought that it was suicide, just an ‘unfortunate’ accident.

But I did finally choose to live, and in my by this time confused mental state, called a doctor, not 911. In my last moment’s of clarity, I walked out to the drive to await the ambulance. As I was already very weak, I laid down in the cop’s car. The police officer had arrived first. My vision was soon gone, but I overheard the cop tell the medics that I was in and out of consciousness. I don’t know if I had truly passed out or was just in trance. Luckily, I lived just 10 minutes away from a major medical center, and they sent a doctor, not just a medic, to my house. He gave me a shot that brought my vision back.

The emergency doc was (get this) Dr. Lamorte (translated from Italian as “the death”). The doc told me his patients thought his name was funny. In my condition, I didn’t think it was funny!

Doctor Lamorte wanted to admit me. But I told him that as I was a hypnotherapist, I just wanted him to leave me in the Emergency Room, and come back and check on me. A hour or two later he discharged me. He said “you did this yourself. My drugs wouldn’t have worked for 8 hours.” 

What was I doing to be discharged so soon? Well, I couldn’t do the Emotional Freedom Technique since my arms were hooked up to intravenous tubes. And I couldn’t do Reiki for the same reason. But what I did do from the moment I knew I was dying, was to drop down into deep hypnosis to stay calm, focus on my breathing, and then over and over again to imagine my throat and bronchial tubes relaxing and opening up. As a former classical singer, I knew how to relax my throat muscles, and so that was what I imagined for the entire time from the driveway at home until I was discharged from the hospital. And so even while I’m grateful for the injection, I may not have made it to the hospital without doing what I did.

But this wasn’t the first time that self-hypnosis saved my life. There was another time that I was caught in a rip-tide and pulled rapidly out to sea. I flipped over on my back once I knew no one could see me, hear me, and that I couldn’t out swim the current, and I was getting full of water from the waves. I just went into that calm place of alpha to float on my back while breathing before each wave that washed over me. Eventually, I must have floated out of the current because several men were dragging out of the surf to what was a much closer distance to shore.

Then there were other challenges that I won’t go into here that could have gone badly if I did not know how to quickly slip into that place we call open-eye hypnosis to stay completely calm, fully present, and deal most effectively with a potentially dangerous situation.

Consequently, I ADVISE EVERYONE TO LEARN HOW TO ACCESS THAT STATE quickly, dependably with SELF HYPNOSIS.

• It may save your life as it did mine.
• It may well reduce the severity of any problems you do face.
• It will allow you to instantly reduce stress.
• It will allow you to become calm and focused so that you can think clearly to an effective response and solution.

I teach it to all my clients in person, or over the phone (434)263-4337/ or (540)470-8218. And I have an entire self-hypnosis book written called Your Unlimited Potential.

Be sure to read the follow-up article:

“What I learned from almost dying!”

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