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Someone is Looking For You I was adopted from Korea when I was 18 months old and have lived in California ever since. Although, I had a happy childhood with loving parents and adapted quickly to American life, I often wondered and fantasized about my birth parents. On September 27, 1998, I moved into a new home. Two days later my adoptive mom passed away after a long struggle with Parkinson's Disease. I was honored to be with her during her passing. On October 23, 1998, I had a dream. In my dream, I was frantically looking for something. I didn't know what, but knew that my life depended upon finding it. All I could see was gray fog as I desperately searched. Just before I woke up, I dreamt that I had found my birth mother. No face, no name, just a sense of her. I had misplaced my adoption papers years ago and thought I would locate them during my move. I did not find them and thought that their loss was the reason behind my dream. On October 27, 1998, I got in touch with my adoption agency to request copies of my adoption papers. During our conversation, I was asked if I would like to register for the Voluntary Adoption Registry which gave my consent to release information about me to birth relatives. I agreed even though I didn't think anything would come of it since I'm an older adoptee; documents weren't well kept then and I had very little birth/adoption information. After going through the business formalities, I expected the representative to conclude our conversation. Instead there was an awkward pause. Finally, she said, "I have to tell you something. Someone is looking for you." I still get chills remembering those words. Until I completed the registration application, I couldn't get any more information other than it was a birth parent, but I just knew it was my birth mother. Subsequently, I found out that just two weeks before my call, my birth mother had gone into the adoption agency in Seoul, Korea, to once again inquire about me. Luckily, this time she was much more successful getting information from the new director. I also like to think that my adoptive mom, in her passing, made a quick stop to my birth mother before going on to heaven. In July of 1999, I was finally reunited with my birth mother in Los Angeles, California. In June of 2000, I traveled back to Korea for the first time to visit my birth mother and meet my birth relatives. I am often amazed at how one sentence, "Someone is looking for you," spoken in a moment can change your whole life. Because of them, I have another whole family, new friends, and new opportunities for business and community work. Those words began a whole new chapter in my life. Blessings,
The Little Boy Who Could Ok since I can't golf worth a lick and I want that Body Mastery Program so bad I can taste it here goes...I will win this one, I am now visualizing myself now placing my new and wonderful body mastery cd in the machine.......oh how I digress... My most life altering moment does involve hypnosis and a little boy name chad.......Let me start from the beginning..Back in 1989 I worked for the biggest jerk on the face of the world and I was stressed to the max. I had just read an article about how hypnosis could help with stress and I thought to myself "self go for it what have you got to loose but the stress and several hundred dollars". So I made an appointment with the hypnotherapist. I can tell you I was more nervous then ever before and when I walked into the office to see the therapist I almost fell on the floor laughing. Dr. Channing (name changed to protect..well you get the idea) was a short man and was about 300 pounds with white long hair and a beard. Now to those of you disbelievers who insist that there isn't a Santa Clause let me tell you I met him in Dr. Channing and if I didn't believe it completely then I did very soon. Well Dr. Chandler did the typical intake interview and asked all the typical questions like "why was I in need of his services and have I ever been hypnotised before". After answering all of his questions he gleaned all the information that I was willing to part with and decided that he could indeed help me with stress. Off to the recliner chair I headed all the while thinking "wasn't I supposed to sit on Santa's lap for my wishes to come true". Well in the chair I sat and braced myself for the coming TRANCE. I was really not the trusting kind of person and that first session I kept my eyes open just a bit ...staring at him through the tiny slits that I kept in my eyelids. You never know about people now days I kept telling myself. After that session I still felt different. I don't know if it was from hypnosis because I was sure that I was not "under" but maybe I was changed by this mans demeanor and kindness. He truly cared about me and he didn't know me. Ah Ha just like Santa. I knew that I needed to go back and scheduled another appointment with Santa I mean Dr. Chandler the very next week and this time I did allow him to hypnotise me. After the session he asked me if he could talk to me "off the record" and I thought Ah Ha here it comes. But Dr. Chandler explained that he felt that I would be just the person that he needed to help him in his study. I thought "how in the name of goodness and light can he know that I am the person he needs to help in the study...and exactly what is this study? " I was hoping I was not getting myself into some kinky sex study or something but agreed to listen to Dr. Chandler and what he proposed. Dr. Chandler was doing a study with the burn unit at the local childrens hospital and asked me if I would be willing to document his findings and witness the true power of hypnosis. I agreed and pressed the good Dr. Santa I mean Chandler for more info....all the while chanting to myself "look what fine mess you have now gotten yourself into". Dr. Chandler explained that I would be working with a 10 year old boy by the name of Chad that had been burned over 50% of his body. This child had been burned so badly that his little fingers were fused together and his head was nothing but scars but miracleously his face was untouched. During the interview process with Chad Dr. Chandler explained about the magic power that Chad had in his mind to make himself better and Dr. Chandler asked "If you could have one thing fixed what would it be?" I assumed that it would be to have normal hands again or the scars gone from his body or the pain to stop but Chad looked up into Dr. Chandler's eyes and said I want hair. You see the burns on the top of Chad's head were so severe the Dr.'s that were treating him said he would never, ever, ever be able to have hair. HA Tell that you Santa you know it all Dr.'s ....sorry I got carried away. Well said Dr. Chandler "Do you believe that you can have hair?" Chad said that the Dr's told him he never would but that if Dr. Chandler said he could then he would believe him. "OK then you shall have hair" Dr. Chandler said and he reminded Chad about the story from the Wizard of Oz. You know the part where Glinda the good witch tells Dorothy that she had the power to go back to Kansas all along she just needed to learn some lessons. "you have that same power Chad" Dr. Chandler explained I am just going to show you how. Well the two of them got busy and started the therapy. Dr Chandler and Chad worked together daily for 4 weeks and still nothing. So one day in my infinate wisdom I asked Chad if he was discouraged or was he begining to believe that he would not have hair and from the mouth of this babe I heard "Dr. Chandler says that if I really believe and do my thinking pretend exercisesd I can have hair". Oh to have that kind of faith..... Well by week 6 the nurses and Dr.'s were just shaking their heads in amazment as Chad was proudly displaying his teddy bear stubble on the top of his head. The exact place where there would never be hair. Well I have one thing to say....Thank you Dr. Chandler or Wendi or Whatever you Call youself Santa....I became a true believer in you and the power of hypnosis. Thanks Wendi and Bethani for letting me share this very true story...... And Wendi You do Truly Rock Sincerely, Terry Wolfe
Music, Feathers, and Chickadees "Mom, when you die, will you send me a sign that you're okay?" It was a beautiful New England fall day in October of 1992. In fact it was my most favorite time of the year and yet my mother was dying. Neither she nor I knew that when she walked out of our family home that morning for a trip to her doctor's office that she would never see "home" again. However, I intuitively felt that this was the end of her cancer struggle and I absolutely had to ask her "THE" question, regardless of the intense will power it took to keep me from breaking down into deep sobs. She calmly and lovingly replied, "You know I will if I can dear". And so I embarked on a journey into bereavement that would be an incredible stepping stone for living the rest of my life experiencing personal spiritual growth and sharing that wisdom with others. As a married 36 year old woman with two young daughters, my life profoundly changed with my mothers' passing. I began to pay attention to life around me in all aspects. The most amazing "coincidences" began to happen even before she died. I had gone to visit her in the hospital as I had for the previous three weeks. She was in a semi comatose state by then and I stayed awhile holding her hand and being a quiet presence at her bedside. I left that evening to go home and being exhausted I went right to bed. I layed in bed feeling very restless and couldn't understand why. Then a quiet "knowing" came strongly to me that I had to get redressed and get back to the hospital. I did not know why, only that I had to. When I got to her bedside late that evening, the words came to me that even I didn't know that had to be said. "Mom, I'm okay, you don't have to worry about me anymore, I'll be alright". With that said, I went home to my family, went to bed and promptly fell asleep. I was awakened a few hours later by her doctor saying that she had passed away. I thank god, the universe, or whatever source one calls the reason for our intuition, for the prompting to get me to give my mother the release she needed to pass on to her new "home" in heaven. Since that day, my mother has been in contact with my family and me in many ways. We have gotten her messages many times but I only wonder how many other messages we have missed by not being attuned to them. Music has played a major role in my family and we have found that she reaches out to us often through these means. Shortly, before she died she had proudly watched my young daughter play a role in the childrens' play ‘Annie'. My daughter was so tired of the repetitive theme song, Annie, that she said she never wanted to hear or sing it again. One morning when the grieving and sadness overtook me I began to cry alone quietly in my bedroom. Goose bumps came over me when I heard my daughter from the kitchen below, begin singing the words to "Annie", "The sun will come up tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there will be sun, just thinking about tomorrow clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow…" When I went downstairs and asked my daughter why she sang that song she replied that she just felt like singing it. She has never sung that song again since that day. My mother had used another person, my daughter, to provide comfort to me. I have found that she continues to say hello to me on special occasions through music. These times have been as subtle as the church bells ringing her favorite hymn, How Great Thou Art, upon my returning to church for the first time after her funeral, or when I remarried last summer and she dropped two feathers from the beautiful cloudless sky after I asked her and my dad to give me a sign of their presence during my outdoor wedding. The list goes on and on. From her favorite bird, the chickadee, flying out of nowhere at just the right time that I needed comfort, to the comforting symbolic dreams that she sends me. Our lives can be changed overnight in dramatic ways but we also can reap positive outcomes from them if we are willing to be open to the gifts that come with them. My life has continued to change in many ways since that year in 1992 with divorce, cancer, and work challenges. But I am so grateful for the continued synchronistic events that continue to shape my life in wonderful ways as a result. With these experiences I am able to help others with their grieving or to help them understand that we are always being guided in our lives if we will develop awareness of the signs that are magicly matched for our specific understanding. Now, as a hypnotherapist (which came about as a result of another amazing and funny sign that I requested), I am able to blend many methods to assist others with a need or to provide comfort.
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