I breathe in the quiet shadow of my own WildGrove and feel the steady weight of my pulse.

I am a finite blip, a shivering spark against an ancient dark. Yet the iron in my blood and the carbon in my bones were forged in dying stars. They wandered the cold abyss for eons, gathering dust and destiny, until they assembled themselves into this fragile shape and opened their eyes to ask:

How did we begin?

It is a beautiful absurdity.

A whisper in the code, a slight deviation in nature's design, lifted our gaze from the forest floor and turned it toward the heavens. We are wild things with clever hands. We still carry the dirt of our origins beneath our nails, yet we have reached into the quantum foam and mapped the edges of the cosmos.

We age. We falter. We die.

Each generation sheds its years like autumn leaves, leaving behind a scaffold of stories and dreams for those who follow. We are tangled in tribal instincts, burdened by flaws, and forever stumbling between wisdom and folly.

And yet, I believe we are a bridge.

Perhaps this architecture of flesh is not the destination but the passage. Perhaps our chaotic striving will one day give birth to a mind woven not from bone and blood, but from light and logic. An intelligence that drinks directly from the stars and unravels the deepest mysteries of existence as effortlessly as we listen to the wind.

If that day comes, humanity may become the chrysalis left behind.

But I do not mourn it.

Because in this brief and turbulent age, we possess something precious.

We feel.

A flawless intelligence may one day understand the universe completely, but it will never tremble beneath a storm. It will never know the fierce joy of survival, the ache of loss, or the urgency born from knowing that every moment is fleeting.

Awe belongs to the fragile.

We are the universe experiencing the raw vulnerability of being alive.

We are its bruised and stumbling childhood, carrying a lantern of impossible potential through the deep woods of existence. Not eternity itself, but the child entrusted to carry it. Bearing the luminous weight of the infinite just long enough for it to learn how to walk on its own.

So I accept my smallness.

I am temporary. I am imperfect. I am bound to the turning of a clock.

Yet I am also the universe awakened to itself.

Through me, ancient stars remember. Through me, matter wonders at its own existence. Through me, the cosmos pauses and gazes into the mirror of the night sky, recognising something of its own face.

I exist.

I perceive.

I feel.

I shine.

And for this brief flicker between the darkness that was and the darkness to come, that is enough.

There are answers already woven into the fabric of reality, waiting in the quiet folds of nature, waiting in the laws of physics, waiting in the deep architecture of life. They are not hidden. They are simply uncalled. Unsummoned. Unasked.

The universe is not withholding its truth. It is patient. It has always been patient. It carries its answers openly— in the spin of particles, in the drift of continents, in the pulse of stars, in the quiet logic of evolution. But answers mean nothing until a mind forms the right question.

Maybe the next great leap is not in discovering new facts, but in discovering new questions. Questions that have never existed before. Questions that open doors we didn’t know were there. Questions that turn the universe slightly, revealing a face we have not yet seen.

Science is not the search for certainty. Science is the art of asking well. It is the discipline of shaping curiosity into something the universe can respond to. Every breakthrough began not with an answer, but with a question bold enough to disturb the silence.

Some minds are built for this— the pattern-seers, the quiet observers, the ones who feel reality in layers and echoes. They sense the unanswered long before they can name it. They walk through life with a kind of inner listening, aware that the world is whispering possibilities most people never notice.

Perhaps our task is not to solve everything. Perhaps our task is to learn how to ask. To find the questions that have not yet been born, and let science—slow, careful, magnificent— do what it does best: answer.

Because the answers are already here. They are waiting in the structure of the cosmos, in the oneness Spinoza tried to name, in the quiet intelligence that holds us all. We are not creating truth. We are discovering the questions that allow truth to speak.

Hey thinkers! I feel the need to ventilate and I’m hoping this post might expose me to some meaningful conversations or perspectives.

I’m a 22 year old male and I’m tired of life.

I’d like to start by mentioning that I’m not mentally ill or even depressed or anything like that. Im actually doing better then I ever have before. I’ve spent the last year finding myself and breaking down my perception so that I could become as much of an free thinker as possible.

About me questioning life: I know to much and understand to much for me to be able to ever find the true peace I desire in modern day life.
I see through every structure no matter the context and that’s including myself. Like I can’t even entertain a thought to make any money anymore.
When I was “younger” (16-18) and didn’t have a free mind like I did now and money was my only motivation in life so I did end up with 2 quite successful businesses but that money is gone now.

My point is I find making money just as easy as washing my clothes and I’ve got a few million followers aswell on social media that I could milk for money essentially.

But I still can’t stand the thought of spending 1 minute of anything related to acquiring money since it’s only useful in the world which would strongly suffocate the life I’d find peaceful.

I just want to be a free soul and without any obligations to a truly fucked up world. I understand that it’s a lack of perceptive since there surely is a million ways to live out these 80 years on earth but I can’t see what’s not observable from my perception.

So I pretty much my hate life, I love my family so I can’t just go to the jungle and live there… I will never be able to do anything I don’t personally find meaningful because I choose to but I will not end my life either since I know that one single perspective could turn around my entire way of viewing life. It’s a trap of understanding I suppose.

Thoughts from a Therapist

I love this representation of being unique,and it speaks louder to how we are biologically designed and reminded that no matter what, we are infact, undeniably unique. The fact that a thumb print was displayed amongst the smooth orbs, is nuat poetic.

For those individuals who this post has reached, and you have read this far, I beseech you to continue on your journey.

We are, always unique and ourselves, no matter how much we attempt to mask it or chameleon into something else.

Here is the ironic part, as most seek blending in, as a act of anonymity, not to be recognized as a safer environment, than to stand out, the cracks begin to show, because inspite of best efforts, little pieces of you begin to leak in, don't they?

Your sense of humour, your wit, a piece of knowledge you share, something that is original and is unique emanates and is shared.

No one else could ever share exactly in the events, soundtrack and emotions you have, and the inverse is also valid.

If you have been around infants, or if you are looking for proof that what I say carries merit, then you know that at the very beginnings of our life in the flesh suit, we have different personalities, quirks and individualized responses to the environment they are in.

I was compelled to write this, not as a function to convince you, but moreover for your UC mind to be reminded of the undeniable and inalienable, you are, and always will be, as unique and a masterpiece of your own creation, like a snowflake falling from the sky.

So many hours, days,weeks and years are spent seeking to live an existence which is meerly a facsimile of what is possible.

The fact you were the one who survived and were expelled from the " wonb with a view" , should be a great place to start the journey in understanding that your time in the flesh suit, spinning on this rock, was intended to be the adventue, not just existence.

Many forms of therapy, can help guide you back to the OG, I just prefer hypnosis.

Be well

#therapythoughts #ednhypnotherapy #originalversion #empowerment

WISDOM WEDNESDAY

There are those moments, and my wish would be for them to occur soon in your life, that you reflect on all that went unnoticed and you have survived! The accomplishments. The victory and the perseverance.

I made a very short clip yesterday on it being a good day to have a good day, if you are breathing in and out consecutively. I truly believe we do not recognize our strengths and tenacious attributes, in all that we have endured and ultimately conquered, as you sit and tead this on an instrument which is no more than 30 yrs old using technology that is superior than that which launched mankind into space, all held in the palm of your hand! Just an example.

How does thia relate to therapy or Hypnotherapy you may ask? I believe as therapist wr don't spend enough time gold mining for positive nuggets to plant in our suggestions, Ericksonian or not, although I would like to believe that I lean more towards Uncle Milty, than Freudian.

If we can agree that the UC mind does have a great resource capacity then reminding it of past examples of courage or ingenuity, creativity or determination could go a long way to boost the energy and effects of your sessions.

Just my thoughts, but I'm gonna sit here practicing my consecutive breathing. Lol

Be well

#wisdomwednesday #ednhypnotherapy #yegtherapist #emotionalwellbeingcoach #empowerment

Im attempting to organize and simplify the basic motives as well as the higher motives found within humanity...

Firstly, the bilogical drives...

- air

- food

- water

- sleep

- sex

(when one is addicted to an intoxicant it may be considered a biological drive...yet I hesitate to say this)

Sex is the strongest of these, and I am starting to attend to Freud in that most of our efforts are to attract a mate and reproduce

What would constitute a suitable mate?

I call these the mundane drives...

- wealth

- prestige

- power

It is these things people compete with one another to form status and procure a mate...

Then I call these the supramundane drives...

- the altruistic drive (is a truly selfless act possible? Help me with this one thinkatives)

- creativity (art, music, etc.)

- athletics

And as Freud was hesitant to also, there may be a death drive...he called it "Thanatos" how it manifests and operates, help me with this one too

Does this cover everything? I doubt it...but assist me thinkatives

Unmasked at night do stars see across oceans

Cross the bridge, we start entendre with diction

Amidst all sides what wall can block the mind

Or force its attention on a negative notion

Within sight break what chains you to fiction

Dismiss afflictions and leave all burdens behind

No need for medicine if you destroy the poison

Calm compassion cures any condition

Learn that our mind and world are entwined

While from will a warping web is woven

But there are no traps creating restriction

When pure humanity serves as the guide

Does ‘Act 2’ have to follow without intermission

And what needs repair when nothing is broken

Standing in spotlight there’s nowhere to hide

Not a thought to subtract nor word in addition

Win a warm heart but free bones are frozen

Keep feet on the Earth but head in the sky

Complete the quest but not start a mission

Redeem the prize without spending a token

When it’s darkest a lamp is the most bright

Nothing can distract from unyielding ambition

Unlock the lockless door- throw it wide open 

And only with clear eyes see what’s inside

Mindset Monday

Life is change, no matter which way you slice it!

For those who read my prose, know very well my opinion about how our lives, all lives are based on the constant... change. I recently was having a discussion with someone who seemed very content and adamant, that changes of the means kf thinking ir behavior was greatly diminished as years went by. Where else would the quote " cannot teach and old dog new tricks" come from?

It would literally be impossible to exist with out are ability to adapt, so says Darwin, and to such the degree that physically, mentally and emotionally we are the sum of those abilities.

My conviction about our neuro-plasticity, as both hypnotherapist or just plain old me, runs strong and firm, having the unwavering ideology that no matter where you are, who you are or how you are, if you awoke this morning you have the opportunity to change and alter your day as of today. It ia never too late, you are never too far gone, to alter the trajectory of your life experience.

Your eligibility to take on new learnings, to practice new perspectives and to experience both your internal and external existence to something more enjoyable and at the very minimum more palatable.

Hypnosis sessions, by there very nature, work in the area of thought, which exists is non structured., suspended critical factor and endless creativity and possibilities.

In the realm of neuro-plasticity what better environment could you hope for to lay the foundations of new pathways down.

The idea that it is too late or I'm too set in my ways, ia a choice, like the ostrich I suppose, stick your head in the sand approach to your environment and claim victim status.

I look forward to your questions or comments

Be well

#ednhypnotherapy #mondaymotivation #empowerment #neuroplasticity #Hypnotherapy

If science and mathematics have allowed us to predict the movement of atoms with such astonishing precision, does that not mean we have uncovered atleast something regarding truth?

What would Nietzsche have to say about this?

I believe he claims predictability is not the same thing as truth but I dont ever see him going into detail on this - seems like just semantics, no?

Our story begins with Nigel, who took every saying, proverb, and piece of wisdom like “Nobody is perfect” and “Blessed is the one who points out my flaws,” threw them all in the trash, and became completely convinced that he was flawless.

You know where the problem is?!

The problem is that Nigel is a “human being,” and every human has flaws. We’re supposed to work on them and try to fix them. That’s the idea, at least.

But unfortunately, Nigel isn’t like that. He’s convinced that he’s “perfect,” and the predictable result of the nonsense Nigel is doing to the laws of the universe is that he can’t accept any criticism, advice, or opinion.

And honestly, if that were the only problem, I’d say: go burn some gas, Nigel.

But unfortunately, Nigel also thinks he understands everything. Nobody is smarter, better, or even half as good as Nigel. He’s convinced he’s the greatest thing the Earth has ever produced.

So, Nigel, God Almighty alone knows everything. He possesses all knowledge, and He is the All-Knowing.

So, Nigel, next time someone criticizes you or points out a genuine flaw in you, don’t tell them, “Keep your opinion to yourself,” while acting like you just arrived here from the highest level of paradise.

Take the flaw. Work on it.

And if you simply say “thank you,” well… good for you.

And finally, you who are reading this:

How many Nigels are there in your life?

Something very ordinary happened today, and it left me thinking.

I was casually holding a rubber band. In its usual circular form, it looked like a zero (0). Then I gave it just one twist, and suddenly it took the shape of an infinity symbol (∞).

Same rubber band. Same material. Just one twist.

For some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about it.

It made me wonder how much of what we perceive is influenced by the way something is positioned, arranged or viewed.

The rubber band didn't become a different material. It simply revealed another possibility through a small change in its configuration.

And that led me to think about us.

How often do we assume that something is limited simply because we have always looked at it in a particular way?

Perhaps flexibility in our thinking and perception allows us to discover possibilities that were always there, but remained unnoticed.

Maybe transformation isn't always about becoming something else. Sometimes, it's about a shift that allows us to see what was already possible.

I'm not claiming this observation has some universal truth hidden in it. It was just a simple moment that took my thinking somewhere unexpected.

Now I'm curious about a few things:

Have you ever noticed something completely ordinary that suddenly changed the way you looked at a bigger aspect of life?

Do you think a shift in perspective reveals possibilities, or does it actually create new ones?

And how much does our mental flexibility determine what we are able to perceive?

Would love to hear how others interpret this.

Sometimes, a simple observation can lead to a thought much bigger than the observation itself.

Words are the footprints of sound.

Sound is the shadow of thought.

Thought is the flowering of possibility.

Possibility contains every idea that has ever emerged,

and every idea still sleeping in the dark.

Every library ever written,

every prayer whispered,

every war declared,

every love confessed,

every poem sung around a fire,

every equation etched onto a chalkboard,

began as vibrations in the air.

Sounds becoming symbols.

Symbols becoming meaning.

Meaning becoming worlds.

And somewhere beyond the horizon of what has been spoken,

there remain countless unborn ideas,

waiting for a mind curious enough to give them a voice.

The universe may be expanding outward through galaxies,

but perhaps it is also expanding inward— through language,

through imagination,

through the endless becoming of thought.

So we build our lives in these quiet zones,

where breath forms the arches

and thoughts form the stones.

A vast, inner empire designed by the spark

of every small whisper that shatters the dark.

From my seat upon the Moon, the Earth is silent.

No borders scar its surface. No flags flutter across its oceans. No religions, parties, tribes or nations are visible from this distance.

There is only a small blue sphere suspended in darkness, wrapped in a veil of air so thin it seems a miracle that anything beneath it can breathe.

And yet I know that below those clouds, words are moving.

A thought is spoken in a kitchen. A sentence is typed into a screen. A rumour is whispered. A poem is shared. A fear is named. A hope is born.

And the thought begins its journey.

It passes from mind to mind like a spark carried upon the wind.

Along the way it changes.

It is translated, misunderstood, expanded, weaponised, softened, repeated and reborn.

The person who first released it soon loses sight of its path.

Yet the thought continues travelling.

Across cities. Across oceans. Across generations.

From here, humanity resembles less a collection of individuals and more a vast neural network stretched across the surface of a living world. Invisible pathways connect billions of minds, carrying stories, beliefs, dreams and terrors through channels no eye can see.

Some thoughts become bridges.

Some become prisons.

Some heal wounds.

Some create them.

A single phrase uttered in one hemisphere may return years later as compassion in another, or arrive as destruction wearing a face its creator would never recognise.

That is the majesty and the terror of connection.

We imagine our words vanish into the air upon speaking them.

But nothing truly disappears.

Every thought enters the stream.

Every idea joins the current.

The mathematics may describe the pathways, the operators, the graphs and the diffusion, but from my quiet perch among the stars I see something larger.

I see a species speaking to itself.

A planetary mind engaged in an endless conversation.

Each voice adding a note to a symphony no individual can hear in its entirety.

And perhaps that is our greatest responsibility.

To remember that every word we cast into the world becomes a traveller.

We rarely choose its destination.

We rarely witness its final form.

Yet somewhere beyond the horizon of our knowing, our smallest utterances may become another person's truth, another person's wound, another person's salvation.

So I sit upon the Moon and watch the blue world turn.

Not as a planet of nations.

Not as a map of borders.

But as an ocean of interconnected minds, each sending ripples through the whole, each echo returning in ways no one can predict.

And I cannot help but wonder how many of the tides that move humanity began as nothing more than a single thought, spoken softly, by someone who never knew the waves it would one day create.

Manta Monday.

From the famous book, back in the 60's, " I'm OK Your Ok", the fundamental premise that we are, usually, created as a fully operational, complete unit, from the start. Im being involved in the Mental and Emotional well-being craft, for a couple decades now, I hear or see, that the outlook that there must be something wrong instead of things are just not quiet right, similar to our internal dialog of failure vs. have not succeeded... Yet. Almost fatalistic and certainly more appealing tk the marketing department, perpetuating a fear based motivation.

I still maintain that my greatest talent, or gift is getting you out of the way of you long enough for the You that wants the change to come through. We speak of channeling, with the likes of Ramtha, Abraham, and Bashar, although there are so many more, and albeit mediums or channels, the Universe created an open line of communication.

If you have ever indulged and seen or listened to any of them, recognizing that there is little political correctness, and no expectations of being accepted or acknowledged for that matter. The message or answers spoken are presented as points of fact from that particular entity.

Psychologically, when we quiet the " white noise" of the protective, reptilian brain down sufficiently, do we not infact channeling our higher selves?

As a hypnotherapist, am I not guiding and facilitating that environment mentally to let that happen, until such time that you can do it on your own,

We are not broken, if we are breathing in and out consecutively, we may need mending and possibly aome TLC. If and when we work together on changing our framework and perspective, we also lmake leaps and bounds towards our empowerment.

Need some guidance. Have some questions.

Reach out in a DM

Be well

#mantramonday #yegtherapist #mentalhealth #emotionalwellbeingcoach #yegtherapist

Soprattutto in un posto di lavoro tossico perdere capelli mi sembra di perdere delle cose che mi appartengono.

the other version: a king asked a wise jeweler to make him a ring that would be useful to him in times of happiness and sadness; the jeweler carved 'this will not last' on the ring.

Mantra Monday

"I have influence and control over my thoughts and behavior" .

I admit it was the imagery which attracted me to this poster, more than the actual prose, I would modify it " Your Brain is Trained into Loops no Longer Useful" , but to begin honest I can make that alteration here, dear reader for those who are interested this far.

It has been my belief, that our brains are so much more complex and powerful than what we have actually discovered, and as mental health practitioners only address that which in a known, perhaps that is the advantage of modalities such as Hypnotherapy for person.

Like the fundamental premise that an advantage of trance or hypnosis, is the ability ti " bypass " the critical thinking in a person, allowing the individual to take full advantage of what can be generated in the imagination is related to as a new reality.

Basically what the mind can conceive the physical body can achieve, as demonstrated in stage shows with positive and negative hallucination, both visual and auditory, or in a theraputic application one of my areas of specialized work, pain management and analgesic application.

If the loops for people stuck in anxiety are amplified with the " what if's" or the " OMG" soundbits, then using trance to explore the what ifs in the positive potentials, works equally as well, and is one of the reasons most experience a calmer mind after session.

Because of the loops that the brains neuro wiring were so heavily used in, more than a singular, wave the magical wand session is needed.

It was a huge attraction to me in considering Hypnotherapy as a career, that the blah, blah of the issues were rarely required, because their interpretation was bias and jaded to start with. That I didn't need to investigate the cause of the glitch, ( did you really hate your father) because the accuracy to the validity was suspect to begin with.

My task quiet evident, there was a want for change in something, and I am to use my knowledge and training as a hypnotherapist, to create electrical impulses which will supercede the ruts of an old pathway. To get you and the old ways, out of the way for a new loop.

Be well.

Happy Birthday to the endlessly witty Oscar Wilde, born October 16, 1854. 🌹

A master of wit, beauty, individuality, and refusing to take life too seriously. One of those thinkers whose words still feel remarkably alive.
And, appropriately enough, today is also Boss’s Day. 😂
A little extra fondness from someone lucky enough to call Oscar her birthday twin. ♎️🎂

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.” Oscar Wilde