I am surprised how often I receive what I would call ‘divine guidance’ when I am in communion with clients on their inner journey into healing, reconciliation, and shift toward their healthy life. My practice in Malta gives me a spiritual but non-denominational view of faith and religion. I have often thought that what I see and experience here on the island can seem devoid of faith, even though in a people who are steeped in religion, and oftentimes seem in their actions to lack spirituality and spirit. Then I am surprised by one, humbled by another, and am co-opted into a sense of joyfulness, grace, and gratefulness for the wonder of learning and acceptance, of another way.A recent client in Malta was in the early stages of grief, and rocked by a sudden tsunami of emotion and guilt ― a very natural and human experience following the death of her mother in recent weeks. She sent me a text just as I arrived at my other clinic, in London. She wrote that her doctor had advised that she consult a psychiatrist. I took action immediately to urge her to trust and to continue with at least a third session, and further urged her to understand that a pharmaceutical response was not an appropriate agent of change for the natural reaction of grief for a close bereavement.
She concurred, and reported that on each of the two occasions she had seen me, she had experienced a sense of bliss. Her mother had been a woman with a supreme faith and one who brought others along in her faith. Women came and asked her to pray for them, and for others, and so her prayer and presence was quite miraculous. I often speak of the art of listening, but also listening has heart, and comes from a loving place. With a profound sense of listening, the session emerged in my mind as a theatre of possibility.
I invited my client to choose a place of miracles on the island, knowing she knew several, and suggested, having chosen this place that she be transported there in her mind’s eye. As she alighted, she discovered, standing before her, her mother, who embraced her with warmth and presence. I invited her to share with her ‘lovely mother’ who was very much ‘on her inner team’, whatever she wished her to know. A long conversation enfolded silently within her own mind … a conversation that allowed her to unburden herself, and to ‘lift the weight from her shoulders’, to share with her mother all the problems within the family and her life. Of course her mother listened, heart-fully, and responded specifically, generally, and concluded that “You know how much I love you.” Is that all that any of us wish to hear for healing?
My hypnotherapy client was somehow immediately revived, renewed, reconciled, “I know life will be easier. You always put your faith in God, through your goodness…” she said to her mother. God is a moveable feast. Like the Archangels, a church of miracles was right here in a clinic in Birgu, Malta. God, together with a loving present and wise mother had calmly bestowed upon her daughter, balance, and peace. A raging tide of grief and guilt had been transformed to a benign river of peace. Peace, can often be the missing piece, for reconciliation and renewal ― reviving a broken heart and a healthily grieving mind, without recourse to drugs.
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