Transformations - Hypnotherapy & Healing

26/07/2025

People ask me if I believe in god... I tell them I pray to creator.
They tell me Jesus died for me... I tell them my ancestors did.
They say I will burn in hell for not following the Bible, but yet it has been used as weapon to colonize and murder my people...
for me it’s spirituality over religion. I don’t hate people for going to church, but I do hate what the churches have done to us...
before colonization we had our own ways and ceremonies, I choose the path of my ancestors. (author unknown)

16/06/2025

They called you the black sheep.
Not because you were wrong — but because you were different.

While the herd followed the path without question, you paused. Looked up. Listened to the wind.
And whispered, “There must be another way.”

The black sheep doesn’t blend in.
Not because they can’t…
But because they won’t.

They’ve seen too many cliffs disguised as traditions. Too many cages called “normal.”

So they step out. Alone, maybe. But awake. 🖤✨

They ruffle feathers. Stir waters. Break silence.
And sometimes — they build the bridges the flock never knew it needed.

To every black sheep out there:
You are the quiet revolution.
The shift in the pattern.
The wild note in the chorus.

You don’t need to fit in.
You were born to stand out — and lead forward.

16/06/2025

This photo is impressive. The sky whispering to the earth.

16/06/2025

💯 Percent Right and True and SAD !!!!

16/06/2025

We Are All Connected

Every morning, I raise my hands to the sky —
not to take anything,
but to give something good.

These hands are not just mine.
They carry the stories of my people,
the hard work of my ancestors,
and the quiet prayers passed down through time.

I don’t raise them in anger,
but to offer help.

To grow,
to heal,
to build,
to bless.

I hope they are never used to hurt.
I hope they never forget how special a gentle touch is.

And when I do forget —
when the world feels too loud and heavy —
I remind myself of this:

A feather falls softly in an open hand,
but not in a closed fist.

Creating something is a way to respect life.
Holding someone kindly says:
We are all connected.

Not just by blood,
but by our purpose.
By our presence.
By choosing to care
more than we take.

May these hands always give more than they take.
May they remember
they were made
to carry peace.

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Message for Native American People:

To the Native American people —
Your traditions, your strength, and your deep connection to the Earth inspire us all.
May your stories continue to guide hearts,
and may your spirit of unity, respect, and healing always be honored.
We see you. We respect you.
We are all related. 🪶💖

14/06/2025

The Real Story Behind “Rock-a-Bye Baby”
Many years ago, Effie Crockett, the older sister of Davy Crockett, visited the Muskogee Tribe to help some mothers. When she arrived at their camp, she was surprised and even laughed a little.
She saw something unusual — the tribe’s babies were not lying in cradles on the ground. Instead, they were gently tied and hung in small cradles from the branches of birch trees. Effie thought it was strange at first. But as she stayed longer, she began to understand.
The babies were high above the ground, safe from bugs, hot sun, and wild animals. As the wind blew, the trees rocked them gently — just like a mother’s arms. Each baby lay peacefully, watching birds, butterflies, and the dancing leaves. The fresh air touched their skin, and they smiled at the world around them.
Effie was deeply touched. One day, she saw a Muskogee mother looking at her child hanging in the cradle. The mother softly sang a song in her native language. As she sang, a tear fell from her eye.
Here is what the song meant:
> Rock-a-bye baby on the tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock,
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby, cradle and all.
Effie wrote down the song and shared it with others. It became the lullaby we all know today — “Rock-a-Bye Baby.”
But most people never knew the deep meaning behind the song.
The Muskogee mother cried because she knew what the song truly meant. The “branch” holding her baby would one day break. Not from danger — but because her child would grow. He would outgrow the cradle, fall to the ground, and become strong enough to stand. One day, her baby would no longer need her protection. He would become a man.
The cradle falling was not the end. It was the beginning of his life’s journey.
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A Message to All
This lullaby was born from Native American love and wisdom. It reminds us that every moment is precious, that letting go is part of love, and that nature teaches us the gentlest lessons.
Honor the roots of this song. Honor the Native voices that carried its meaning in their hearts.

07/06/2025

“Before I was six years old, my grandparents and my mother had taught me that if all the green things that grow were taken from the earth, there could be no life. If all the four-legged creatures were taken from the earth, there could be no life. If all the winged creatures were taken from the earth, there could be no life. If all our relatives who crawl and swim and live within the earth were taken away, there could be no life. But if all the human beings were taken away, life on earth would flourish. That is how insignificant we are.”Russell Means, Oglala Lakota Nation (November 10, 1939 – October 22, 2012).

09/05/2025

Wise Words For Today -
If you bury your head in the sand, you will never see the way out & you'll have a life time of being stuck in the same rut. Look the beast in the eye & deal with whatever comes. You're stronger than you think.

08/05/2025

Nanye-hi (Nancy Ward): Beloved Woman of the Cherokee
Nanye-hi was born into the Cherokee Wolf clan circa 1738. In 1755, she stood by her husband during a fight against the Creeks, chewing the lead for bullets in order to provide his ammunition with deadly ridges. When her husband was fatally shot, Nanye-hi grabbed a rifle, rallied her fellow fighters and entered the battle herself. With her on their side, the Cherokee won the day.
These actions led to Nanye-hi being named Ghighau (Beloved Woman) of the Cherokee, a powerful position whose duties included leading the Women’s Council and sitting on the Council of Chiefs. Nanye-hi also took part in treaty talks (to the surprise of male colonists when they were on the other side of the bargaining table).

As the years progressed, some Cherokee wanted to fight the Europeans who continued to crowd into their land. But Nanye-hi, who likely realized the Cherokee couldn’t win against the numerous and well-supplied colonists, thought the two sides needed to learn to live together (she practiced coexistence herself, marrying an Englishman, Bryant Ward, in the late 1750s, which led to her being known as Nancy Ward). At a 1781 treaty conference, Nanye-hi declared, “Our cry is all for peace; let it continue. This peace must last forever.”

Seeking peace didn’t stop Nanye-hi from recognizing the dangers of ceding Cherokee territory — in 1817, she made an unsuccessful plea not to give up more land. When she died in 1822, she’d spent years trying to help her people acclimate to a changing world.

08/05/2025

29/04/2025

If you haven't yet got your tickets for the Evening of Clairvoyance on Wednesday 30th April at The White Horse in Felixstowe, call them now. Tickets will cost more on the door on the night.