Easky Hypnotherapy & Psychotherapy
Derek M Polland
M.I.C.H.P.
Energy Cone Specialist
"If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity,
prosperity would not be so welcome." --
Anne Dudley Bradstreet
I’ve always been curious about all
things Spiritual. The Energy of the Universe, Angels, Tarot etc, always interested me.
I bought a book about Chakras
and loved the idea of colour therapy, and read several Self-help books telling me that if
I ‘just think positive’ or
repeat ‘positive affirmations” (I had to look Affirmations up in the dictionary), then all
would be well & rosy and
nice in my life and I would have everything I wanted. However, despite my eagerness to follow
these glorious paths of
self-enlightenment (I imagined myself akin to a Buddhist Monk) I never quite got it.
There always seemed to be
something that got in the way, like a barrier to these wonderful things that only
seemed to happen to other lucky
people. The ‘up’ feeling only lasted as long as I was reading most of the time.
After my Father died, things became
even tougher. I didn’t handle it very well, and began seeing a grief counsellor.
After 3 months, (one hour a week)
I began to feel better, but it was a very slow process and I tended to chase my own
tail quite a lot. One step forward,
2 steps back. My highs were as high as my lows were low. Then one day, I heard
about Derek doing this energy healing
that was quite intense. It got to a point where I was bursting with curiosity
so I had to enquire. He explained that
the body holds lots of energies, and that some of them are bad and our subconscious
wraps these up to keep us safe from
them. He also explained the connection between the hands and feet, to the brain.
He said that you could manipulate
these energies and free the bad ones so that things flow properly again. Unblocked.
I asked if I could have a session with him, even though my little voice was yelling that nothing would happen and I’d
only make myself look like a .. well ‘fool’ is a bit harsh, but you get the drift.
I had no idea what to expect or how it worked or how it was supposed to work. To be honest, I was expecting maybe a bit
of hand massage, fingers pulling apart, that sort of thing, but he very gently pressed 3 fingers in the palm of my hand.
I could hardly feel it. Immediately my head clouded over and my vision blurred. He asked what I felt and I explained but
put it down to staring so intently at my hand (though I have no idea what I was expecting to see). Derek told me to focus
on the feeling in my head, so I concentrated on how it felt. It felt fuzzy, like a black mist swirling in my head, then
it began to slide down my face making my mouth twitch inside my skin. It was such a physical feeling that no amount of
scepticism could deny. Then it moved down my neck and stopped in my chest. Right where I imagine my lungs meet my windpipe.
Right in the middle. I could feel my chest tighten round it, like I couldn’t breathe, except that I could breathe, quite
easily and quite deeply even though my lungs felt like they were stuck in a vacuum. Then the feeling began to ease,
almost like the vacuum turned into a pump and was filling me with air. Clean air. And the tightness moved up to my throat.
It lingered there for a moment before continuing up my face and towards my head until I felt it almost, disappear.
I was oblivious to my surroundings. Mystified by these movements somewhere in me. Then a sharp pain shot down my spine.
Not a pain, but a shadow of a pain. I had to readjust my posture to make myself more comfortable. (Derek had a knowing
smile when I did this, which hugely surprised me. He frequently commented on where the feeling was, even though his only
contact with me, were the tips of his fingers on the palm of my hand). This shadow ran up and down my spine before fading
to nothing, almost instantly.
There were several other sensations, one very vivid image of being very vulnerable and alone, like a tiny figure all alone
on a vast beach in front of a wild ocean. However, these are the ones I remember most sharply and I don’t want to do
injustice to the others as I would prefer to share with you the ones that I can describe clearly.
After my first session, I felt lighter, happier. I felt like I’d had too much coffee, only cleaner than when you drink
too much coffee. This feeling lasted for 4 or 5 days. I couldn’t help feeling nice and warm and cosy.
My second session was quite different. Darker almost although maybe that’s only how my memory recalls it. Derek showed
me how to use my own healing to help move the bad energies. He asked me what colour it was and I immediately imagined a
soft pink with a golden sheen, moving around like a dense mist. The sensations were similar, but didn’t last as long once
I got the hang of steering the pink/gold mist. I felt the darkness in my head, tight and strong. Derek told me to let the
healing energy through to it. But I couldn’t. It wouldn’t go in, or around, it just seemed to bounce off it. He told me to
imagine a tiny pin prick in the surface and let a tiny big of energy inside. I imagined sticking a thumbtack through it,
like bursting a balloon, but instead of the air rushing out, my lovely pink mist floated in…. swirling and spreading through
the dark places. I felt a smile on my face where I wasn’t expecting one. At some points, my healing energy turned bright
red. Sometimes it was warm and comforting. Other times it was cool and soothing.
I felt different after this session though. More wobbly. Like something had stirred. It was like that feeling you get when
you see a China plate balancing precariously on the table edge and you know you will either get to it on time and catch
it, or watch it smash to pieces right in front of your eyes, but you’re moving in slow motion towards it still unaware of
the outcome.
It seemed that some things I hadn’t thought about for years, suddenly wanted to be said. Like they were queuing up to get
out of my mouth. I was quite surprised at how quickly the tears were in my eyes. I was still on an emotional high the next
day and prone to bursts of tears when I least expected them. I used my own healing energy whenever I felt a tightness
or simply when my heart began to hurt. I needed to remember a childhood memory, and re-live it as an adult so that I
could make sense of it, and let it go.
Within a few days, I couldn’t wait for my next session with Derek. I still feared that I would feel nothing, or that
it wouldn’t work. I felt strangely strong though. He looked at my hand for a while and explained that he was waiting
for permission from my subconscious to allow him in. I loved this idea that my subconscious was looking after me. My
very own guardian angel.
It started in my head again. It always seems to start in my head. Tingling and cloudy. It made its way down my face
like pins and needles and settled in my throat for a little while. There were some of the feelings that I had experienced
before. I liked these ones. They felt like I was saying goodbye to some old friends that it was time to let go of.
Suddenly though, I felt a lump in my stomach. Not the tightness I was used too, but like a solid, shapeless, hard lump.
I put my hand on it and felt the pink/gold move into it. It lessened and became smaller, but very dark, smoky black.
Then something very strange happened. It moved away from my pink mist. Like a cat that only moves far enough away to
not be touched, but close enough to be interested in what was chasing it. I felt it move across my stomach, always just
a few centimetres ahead of my fingers.. this little black ball. (The Bomb with the big teeth in SuperMario sprang to mind).
Derek told me to imagine my healing energy as a lasso and try to catch it. I did and I really loved this feeling.
The feeling of being able to catch my negative energies, the barriers to my happiness and to be able to do it myself.
Suddenly, I felt an almost throbbing shadow of a pain in my left shoulder. Quite blatant and refusing to be ignored.
My healing energy tried hard to penetrate whatever was in there but it couldn’t get through. It wasn’t like it had
been before though, like it was bouncing off, it felt like this was just too big and dark for my little pink mist.
Derek told me to put my hand on my heart and feel the healing energy pour into it and radiate out through my heart
into the shadow in my shoulder. My mist turned to beams of golden yellow radiant light. And I could feel the warmth
of them radiate into the darkness and break through it. Then my arm felt so heavy I couldn’t hold it anymore and it
dropped to my side. My fingers felt thick and chubby and heavy like tree-trunks. I could feel the Yellow shiny light
flow down my arm slowly like treacle, and through my fingers until my arm became light again.
Derek told me to put my hand back on heart and feel the healing energy once more. This time, the dark cloud travelled
into my chest and up to my throat where it turned to a green colour and seemed to flow out of my mouth in bubbles when
I exhaled.
Derek laughed when we ended this session. He said that it’s funny when he gets ‘kicked off’. I liked that too. There
was some element of control. Again my subconscious had said, “That’s enough now, leave her be for a bit”.
After this session I felt a very strong sense of relief. I told Derek that I felt like I could see better, but I know
now that what I mean was, I felt like someone had put the windscreen wipers on and I could just see a little bit more
clearly. And I felt more content. It’s a nice feeling and a long time since I’ve felt it.
For many years I have spent my time wondering what was wrong with me and looking in all the wrong places, for ways to
feel better. Even when I started therapy, although it made me start to question myself a little bit more, I still had
some many subconscious road blocks put up, that I found myself trapped at the first one. So, I was stuck in my comfortable
little circle. Even though Derek’s passion for energy healing was tangible, I never could have begun to believe how
3 half hour sessions could alter years of what I believed to be true. How 3 months of therapy with my grief counsellor,
progressed by miles in 3 sessions since I started energy therapy. How many years of tears, were added up and released
in 24 hours, and with them, a deep childhood sadness that I have resolved to the point of being grateful for it.
It shaped who I am. I am, probably for the first time in my life, beginning to realise that no-one was stopping me
from enjoying a good life except me. I am finally realising that all those demons, and skeletons in the closet, are
only pseudo-names for the little balls of black negative energy that gather inside you, only unlike the skeletons in
the closet, I have control over the bad stuff.
During the last 3 weeks, I’ve felt higher than a hamster on speed and lower than plankton with a hangover. But now I
feel like the road is getting less bumpy and a little straighter. But my favourite part of this therapy? I hardly knew
Derek. And I didn’t need to. He wasn’t going to get inside my head and find out my deepest darkest secrets. He wasn’t
massaging my feet (hence my never having gone down the reflexology road, you know what I mean). He only had his
fingertips on the palm of my hand, so that I could barely feel anything. He said that he felt electricity in his
fingers, but there was no need for hours of discussion and opening old wounds. There was just shadows of pain. I
describe them as shadows, I could just as easily describe them as ghosts of pain. The feeling is similar. No need
to re-live painful memories. I find that I am suddenly understanding things that need to be understood to make me
figure out who I am. This technique is so powerful. Even to a sceptic, who spent years building my own obstacles.
My therapy has been sped up by light years, and my understanding of myself has grown, more than I could
ever have
expected.
I would never have hoped to believe that I could have be one of those other lucky people.
I find it quite
bizarre to be actually writing about feeling better about myself. It’s quite bizarre that I’m writing about
myself
at all. Isn’t it only vain, ‘I’m better than you’ people that write about themselves? I don’t think I’m better than
anyone.
But I do think I’m luckier than a lot of people. To have been given the chance to like myself a little bit more
than I did.
No plastic surgeon could make me think that I’m ok, because my wrinkles were not what was wrong with me. I’m
leaning on my
crutches less. I’m learning that I don’t need to hold onto the pain of the past. I don’t need it to move
forward.
I’m just learning how to let it go without having to re-live it. How wonderful is that? I hope this reaches as
many
people as possible. Its one of the greatest gifts that our generation has been given. (SO)
Energy Cone
Healing:
My Experience
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