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Readings by Damien Kiely

In the Acknowledgments section towards the end of the book Carol’s Lives, I placed a paragraph of gratitude for Damien Kiely.

“To Damien Kiely, for your amazing gift. You walked into my office on the last day of August 2019, seeking answers to your own life’s questions. You wished to follow your dreams, and you allowed me to witness your own incredible transformation. I am so glad that you agreed to share your natural gift, by granting me a reading focusing on the parts of Rick Miller that Carol never knew. You enriched the pages of Carol’s Lives because of it. Thank you for stepping into this with me.”

Damien Kiely graciously sent me this photo after I told him that I was going to put our session notes into a blog post

In the summer of 2019, as Carol’s Lives approached the last few pages of the first draft, I felt there was more information about Carol and Rick that I wanted to present, using a source different from Past Life Regression sessions with Tim.

As it happened, my new client Damien’s intuitive ability was very obvious at our first hypnosis past-Life Regression session. We had an amazing rapport during that session. He was easygoing and eager to help, while he appreciated the opportunity to practice his skills. It felt extremely right in my heart and mind to let Damien go into a trance and answer my questions, private as they were to me.

I didn’t tell Damien anything about Carol or Rick’s lives other than that I was writing a book based on the regression materials with my partner Tim.

Damien arrived at my office the second time, much earlier than our appointment. He walked around the office floor, completely lost, even though he had been there a month before.

“Brilliant,” I thought when he text-messaged me for help, “Linear time/space doesn’t work well with him. He’s made for multiple-dimensional travel.”

That day, I hypnotized Damien, and from a deep trance state, he started to let the information flow and read into Carol and Rick’s lives. You can imagine my shock when, at one point, Damien said, “Rick hanged himself, didn’t he?”

Towards the end, I also threw in some questions regarding my mother. I couldn’t help myself as she had just passed away a few weeks before.

Some of the information has been woven into the fabric of my book. Below are the original notes I took while working with Damien that day.

Carol and Rick

They loved each other, but they knew it’s wrong, yet they still did it.

Love at first sight. They knew, but their lives were complicated.

It started very casually, not in a sexual way. Their social interactions are very casual and normal. There were no instant sexual desires. They like each other for what they were. Magnetic.

They had no rules. They exist for each other. Co-exist, they just allow each other to be. They acknowledge their situation is complicated. They both are aware their situation is “unusual,” yet their efforts to pull away from each other push them further together.

They are dysfunctional yet very natural at the same time.

They were both repressed. They needed each other to find expression, privately, emotional attachment to each other. Sexual relationship is just an extension and a natural build-up of it. They refuse to give to each other’s desires quickly.

There is no bullshit. They are very straight to each other. They had arguments. I heard “fuck off” a couple of times to each other.

They ended up nothing even though it was pretty much something. They were not raised to express themselves properly. They wanted the same thing, but they communicated awkwardly. It was a wrong period of time for both. If they were born 60 years later, that would be fine.

Rick Miller

Rick is a charismatic person. Was in a very social job. He is tall. He’s a people person. He talks and talks. Is he initially a New Yorker? He has very distinct New York accent. Sounds very New Yorker.

Rick got into a lot of fights. A scrapper. His life had a fair share of hardship. Very poor, and he didn’t want to be his parents, that was why he went into financial industry. He wanted lots of money, and a better life.

He was kind, but he didn’t know how to express himself properly.

Rick knows how to live on the edge. He got into more fights after that Crash. He physically fought for food. But he found it easy because he knew how to survive poverty.

Carol likes the hard side of Rick. She wants someone to lead her, and he wants to be a leader. That’s what you (Kemila) wants to be, a leader; but Rick, and you, need to learn how to lead yourself. So his life was about how to lead himself out of poverty. But he pushed everyone away. He felt like a failure after the Crash. He had a fear of failure. He saw it a personal thing. He never recovered his soul, he got angry and bitter in the end, and shovelled everyone away. He feels too deeply.

Rick is very soft at heart. But raised cold and the core values made him very cold. He let that cold get him in the end. He couldn’t let go of those upbringings. He let his parents dominate his mind. He made himself lonely and bitter, but secretly he thought that was all what he wanted to be.

He hated his parents. They beat him. He didn’t have siblings. The parents expected a lot from him, they were very hard on him. They were jealous of him. They wanted him to be a helper not a child. He hated them with passion. He never resolved that part of them. A vicious cycle. He let his demons get him in the end.

He thought of her as he died. He regretted what he did. He made up his mind long time before he killed himself. Rick hanged himself, didn’t he? He cried as he died.

Carol Clark

She never wanted a boring life. She is a wandering soul. She wants something that couldn’t be given to her, adventure. Because Rick had a weird life, he could give her that adventure.

Carol wants what her husband couldn’t give her, adventure. She always wanted to go to Europe.

Carol talks too much, but didn’t feel enough.

Carol chickened out a few times. She got afraid. She never thought anything good about herself.

She never pursued her art. She appreciated fine art. She loves sculptures. She felt shame, because her father was a dick. He didn’t allow her to go anywhere. She spent a lot of time alone as a child, because they wanted a doll, not a child. They isolated her from the world. Carol liked Rick because he showed her the world. She liked the adventure he gave her. The mother couldn’t say a lot.

Carol didn’t pay attention that day when the car hit her. The driver was taken aback. He was never recovered mentally from there. He went to the funeral. They never blamed him. The family knew it was just a mistake. She died in peace, because she didn’t have to continue living a boring life. She didn’t want to die, but she accepted it. Her children accepted her death.

The Summer House

Carol’s family house is still there. They put a lot of money into the house. The best contractor they can find. A large house, a country summer house look, by the water. There’s a dock. A jargon summer country house. Oak. “We want the best, because WE ARE THE BEST.” Carol’s father’s advice. Very English. Very arrogant. Carol was never like that deep down. She never bought into it. She loves boats, and loves being by the dock. She wanted to sail.

Carol never threw her paintings away. She kept them in basement. They are still in New York. They may still be in the summer house, which is never destroyed. The house is white, cream colour. Steps in the front. It’s big. Two or three storeys. He wanted tree (George his name?). “Why build the house we are never going to live?” Carol’s mother asked.

“Because we are the best.” Carol’s father said.

They’ve done this before

Every time they met, it was always complicated. Not always affaires, but always different circumstances, so to speak. Casual… Always odd. Something about mid ages.

Italy. They both existed in the 16th century. Fort Florence. Francesca (Kemila and Rick) and Paolo (Tim and Carol). Rich and poor. Paolo was rich. Francesca was poor. Paolo’s family said no because Francesca was a peasant. They killed her. Threw her to river and told him that she ran away. He was fooled. He married someone “suitable”, but he never liked it. He died longing for her, at an old age. He never recovered because he thought she ran away from him. It was worse than knowing the truth. Paolo loved Francesca because she was smart.

Carol’s Offspring

They had children, in America (still in New York) and China.

The book

It will do very well, because it’s honest, no frills. It’ll sell. But you are not doing it for money. The process has been healing for you. You’ve let go of a lot of things because of this. You’ve accepted a lot of things. The book is not about the money. You have to write it to let it go what you should have let go a long time ago.

Financially the book will do alright, but personally the book will do astounding. It’ll touch people. And will let a lot of skeptics believe.

You’ve fixed that pattern in your cycle. That’s why you need to write it, so you don’t repeat the pattern. Now you are open. You are happy with it. And they kind of like how the story being told.

You Kemila

Your life is going to get a lot better because of writing, completing and publishing this book, because you have let go of something, something overdue. You reset a lot of your background because of this, and your family. You are different from your family.

They still love you. I sense the acceptance on both sides. You had a problem getting along with your siblings.

Your mom was very hard on you. She made you feel lacking. You struggled with that for a long time. Now you let that anger flow away.

You are the happiest now you’ve ever been.

You’ve been through a lot. A lot of them were caused by family. But you didn’t want to acknowledge it. You had to fight to get what you wanted.

Kemila’s Mother

Your mother is proud of you, because she saw what you have become. Your mother was stuck in a loop. She never hated you, but she hated herself. You were the conduit for that frustration. She could never accept herself. She accepts what she is. She accepts what you are. You are able to do what she was not able to do when she was younger.

She conformed. You refuse to conform, ever. You always question things. She tried to shut you up many times. You did things she couldn’t do. You followed your own path. She kind of felt she lived through you. She’s here and there, everywhere. She’s like that security camera, always watching but never imposing on you. She is around. She doesn’t judge anyone now. She just sees life. She sees life. She sees me, and you, Vancouver, stars… She sees everything. She sees that now. She’s sorry whatever happened between you two, because she let go of her evil. She removed. Her evil stayed in her body. Pride, just pride. She’s always with you. You both broke the cycle. She broke the cycle through her physical death, and you changed the direction of your flow. You’ll always be around with each other, just in different forms. Deep down you know what to do. You both love each other. She wanted more in life. You are alike. You are what she always wanted to be. Society made her believe…

You are a slight outcast (And Kemila said, “Happily so.”) You were very lonely in China. You felt weird. You never felt home. You are not too bothered with the communities. You don’t share their values, but you don’t hate. You have a lot of influence. You have the Chinese pushiness. There’s no nationality in you. You still have to fight for who you are.

You are Chinese in nationality, but you don’t give it a shit about nationality. You are just you. You are very protective of people who matter to you. You don’t let in a lot of people. But those few you do let in; you’d take a bullet for them. You are talkative, but socially reserved.

You take in a lot, but you don’t let in a lot, in terms of people. You are smarter than I am. And I’m very smart. We are close. But you are slightly above me intellectually, like 5 or 10 IQ points above me. Just, not quite genius level, but you are up there. You are probably smarter than me at this point, because of your experiences in life.

You really enjoy this job. This is your calling. You fell into it. It found you. You always followed your soul’s path. You have rural values. You don’t care where you live. You will stay in urban areas, because your skills are useless in rural areas. You are at your best in the energy of a city because you love people. This is why you like this job, because you always deal with people.

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An Inspirational Place

As a biographic memoir, I wrote all my personal and professional secrets in an open book.

In the Epilogue of the book of Carol’s Lives, I wrote:

Halfway through the first draft of Carol’s Lives, life became remarkably busy with my private practice. For the weeks I was in Vancouver from 2016 to 2018, I worked seven days a week, with many a late night. And when I was not in Vancouver, I was travelling extensively throughout Europe, Africa, China, and Central and South America. In 2017, I stopped writing the book for an entire year. It was not until late May 2018, almost three years after I had started this autobiographical journey, that I decided it was time to finish what I had started.

But my partner Tim and I had to take ourselves out of Vancouver to do it. I always have a hard time saying no to my clients when I am in the city. We ended up in a small village on the Richelieu River in southern Quebec, nestled close to the American border and not far from New York City—a prominent location in the book. For two weeks I wrote furiously in this little haven, so that I might finally finish the first draft of the book.

The little heaven, the small village on the Richelieu River in southern Quebec has a mouthful name. It is a boating community. And it is called Saint-Paul-de-l’ile-aux-Noix. Back in the spring of 2018, I stayed there for two weeks doing not much else but writing.

Writing the last few chapte

And in an earlier chapter, Chapter 20, “Richard Miller”, I wrote:

Sitting here by the beautiful Richelieu River in Quebec, while writing these words, so close to New York state, tears flow down my face. I know, Rick, as they say, rest in peace. It is my turn now to do things for you in living a rich, fulfilling, courageous life with Tim.

Sitting at Tim’s right-hand side and behind, in a hypnotic trance, he disclosed to me most of the material in Chapter 20
A Hypnosis Q&A I recorded in this inspirational place in 2018
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TIA – Tim’s Inner Wisdom

In Chapter 15 of Carol’s Lives: Are There Fish in Your Ocean? I have written the following paragraphs:

Even though I had officially graduated from the Hypnotherapy school, and had received my diploma, I found that there was still so much to learn.

In those early weeks of my new career, I did not have many clients. I did have, however, plenty of time on hand in which to study and experiment. One day, I put Tim into a trance and invited his higher wisdom to come through. I didn’t exactly have a clear vision of what I was doing, but I decided to experiment on the idea of accessing “deeper wisdom” through a hypnotic state. As Tim’s breathing slowed, and his muscles softened, I instructed him to open his inner doorway leading to his “Inner Advisor”. Later, I would dub it TIA – Tim’s Inner Advisor.

The same voice as Tim’s spoke, but it was tempered with a calmer and more confident tone. With an unspeakable excitement in my own subconscious mind, I went ahead and presented the challenges of my new career, and asked for directions, steps, marketing, and structuring guidance. TIA answered all my questions and gave me extremely useful information about things I could start doing. To keep the objectivity of what flowed through the session, we both referred to me in the third person as ‘Kemila’. On a Soul level, TIA connected my business with my own character. It became very meaningful to me. Very soon, I had found that I had taken four full pages of session notes.

TIA really got me, understood me quite deeply, and unlike Tim, spoke my language. Significant as the messages were on many levels, they were also very practical. Soon after the session, I found myself implementing those very same ideas and steadily started moving forward in my new enterprise.

Here’s a video – my first-ever video – that was recorded in 2012, 10 years ago. I was very excited to start my youtube channel after receiving TIA’s advice illustrated in the book.
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My Third Book Release!

I am pleased to announce the publication of my third book Many Blessings Will Come.

Back in the day when I just started on this hypnotherapy journey, I devoted all my time to studying, reading, obsessing, and binge-watching everything about hypnotism. People close to me would say, “You don’t have a life. You only care about hypnosis.” To that I would reply, “But hypnosis IS my life, so haha I do have one.” I’m a hypnotist, I can’t help but reframe and redefine things.

One of the motivational places for me to binge was HMI – Indeed, M stands for Motivational at Hypnosis Motivational Institute. All those fabulous instructors in LA. They were like superhumans to me. The instructor who especially stood out from the crowd was Michele Guzy. She is beautiful, charismatic, personable, fun, witty, spiritual, and commanding. She was on TV, on the radio, on the stream… She could take a whole team of big football players into hypnosis and send them on their way to some peak performances. I was so hooked.

Now, can you imagine that feeling in me when this same person, Michele Guzy, all these years later, offered to write a Forward in my new book Many Blessings Will Come?! Putting her name in my book would have been the reason enough for me to have written the book! But of course, I would not have discovered that until I had finished writing the book.

Life’s full circle.

Just in this process, I have also discovered another quality of this amazing human being: humbleness.

I am stoked.
 
This book, with the subtitle Tales of Recovering Inner Commitments, Gifts, and Wisdom Through Hypnotherapy, is written for those who want to go beyond the traditional use of hypnotherapy for behaviour change, into the spiritual realm. 

Here’s a little excerpt from Michele’s Forward: 

Both Ebook and paperbacks can be found in most places that books are. I have a few copies in my Vancouver downtown office. I’d like to invite you to check out the links below for you,  and maybe for anyone you know who is interested in this subject matter.

Purchase it on Amazon Kindle

Amazon Paperback

Barnes & Noble

Available from other E-Book Stores.

iBook

When you get a copy, I would LOVE that you leave a review where you get the book! Many many thanks! 

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A Free Parking Lot in Downtown Vancouver

Even though I practice hypnoTHERAPY, occasionally I get a phone call from someone who needs some other interesting services.

A man called me one early morning. He wanted to book an appointment as soon as possible, meaning, “Now!? Please!? How soon can you see me? I can get to your place within 20 to 30 minutes if you’d like.”

I replied, hoping there was no panic sound in my voice, “No, I would not like it.” I checked my calendar and decided that I could see him in two hours. “What’s the hurry?” I asked, curious what case I was dealing with here.  

“I want to find out where I parked my car… It’s a long story… My friend said I could call a hypnotherapist to help me so I googled… I need help. I don’t remember where I parked the damn car…”

He spoke fast, and I was trying very hard to process, or to make sense as I listened. I asked him a few more questions to slow him down. And the whole picture finally came to me: This man wanted to find out, or to remember, where he parked his rental car in downtown Vancouver two nights ago.

It was his first day in Vancouver. He had flown in from Calgary in the morning, checked into his hotel room in Burnaby in the afternoon, picked up his rental car, and drove to downtown Vancouver in the evening. It was his very first trip to Vancouver. He came to meet someone – A business meeting, he told me on the phone. Later, when he felt more comfortable with me, he said it was actually a date. Google map helped him get into downtown. After he saw he was close enough on the map, he parked the car in a covered parking lot, and used the same Google map to walk him to the meeting place, a restaurant.

A few hours and a few drinks later, for the life of him, he couldn’t find where he parked his car. After searching around on foot for a couple of hours, he gave up, and took a cab back to his hotel.

The next day, he thought daylight could help him locate the parking lot better. He went back to downtown Vancouver, first walked, and then hired a cab to drive him around and around. Neither he nor the cab driver could find the mysterious parking place or his car. “That was the only time I wished my car were towed.” He said dry humorously on the phone, “Yesterday and this morning, I kept calling the towing company every hour, but oddly enough, the car was not towed. I mean, how can you park in a downtown parking lot for free for over 24 hours?”

A friend in Calgary suggested that he see a hypnotherapist for memory recall.

So, I became his last resort. The poor man’s trip was becoming very costly. He asked for a guarantee from me. I told him I understood his situation and could guarantee that I would do my best to help, but what I couldn’t guarantee was his own mind. “It is your mind that I have to work with,” I told him, “Subconscious memory recall is like tracing a footprint. There must be a print first for this to work.” I felt the challenge in this situation – He had never been to Vancouver before. It was nighttime. His mind was preoccupied when he was driving. But also, I felt a genuine curiosity in me and a sincere desire to help – I mean, what else could he do?

Now he seemed to be so desperate. I told him that I was going to take $80 off the service, “Because,” I told him, “I am intrigued by this myself now.”

He showed up on time, eager to get right into the process, despite an old concern that associated being hypnotized with mind control. I also realized, being new to the city, he wouldn’t be able to tell me street names such as Dunsmuir, Howe, Robson, Seymour, West Pender…. Even though in regression, he would be able to recall he turned left, and saw that sign, and then right…. Spatial thinking is not my strong suit. From a map to a real location I normally lose myself in translation. Even if he could tell me those street names, I’d still be quite easily confused. All I had was regression skills, and all he had were unconscious memories of how he followed the Google map. Two confused people could unlikely lead each other to the desired destination.

We needed someone else to put it all together.

My partner Tim came to my mind. The whole streets in Vancouver downtown are on his mind map. I often thought he could make himself a decent cab driver. And he has this spy-like detective mind too (If you don’t believe me, read Chapter 14 in Carol’s Lives “A Spy in the Sky”).

So, I said to my anxious new client, “I’ve never done this before, but I’m going to suggest that I have my partner Tim sitting in this session, because…”

“Whatever it takes to find my car.” He didn’t let me finish.

I could almost assume that Tim would love the opportunity. Challenging this task might sound to everyone, but it suited Tim’s inquisitive mind.

Tim came into my office with a pen and a pad of paper in his hands.

I used hypnotic confusion induction to get this man’s conscious mind out of the way, so his unconscious memories could surface….

As they surfaced, very soon this young man found himself driving downtown. He described the traffic, the weather, his mood… Vividly he was reliving the moments. Only this time, my voice was with him every turn of the way….

As a regressionist, my job was to ask the right question at the right time. The Calgary man’s job was to answer my questions as the first thing that came to his mind. Tim started to draw a map on his paper…. The session went on for two hours, and the man went deep…

I finally brought the Calgary man out of the trance. Tim showed him his drawing map, and suggested a few highlighted areas to investigate… I looked at them, with a little more clarity but still uncertainty about where exactly he could find the car, or whether he could, based on Tim’s map. I knew I had given him my best shot, as I “guaranteed” him.

Still intrigued, I decided to volunteer Tim to go with him on his next search, with the drawing map in his hand. Tim had been involved this far, and his curiosity was piqued, so he agreed.

Carrying on my other appointments for the rest of the day, I didn’t have too much time to think about it. I could only imagine the best-case scenario: a text message from Tim saying, “We found it.”

It took them an hour. A text message buzzed in, from Tim. It read, “We found it.”

When I met Tim later that day, he showed me 80 dollars, and said it was a thank-you gesture from that Calgary man.

“Unbelievable,” Tim exclaimed, “Two days and two nights in that parking lot, with only paying for a couple of hours, the car was still there, no parking ticket!”

I think we have found a secret free parking place in downtown Vancouver.

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Counting My Blessings

I would like to give an update on my new book: Many Blessings Will Come, Tales of Recovering Inner Commitments, Gifts, and Wisdom Through Hypnotherapy.

We have revised the second draft of the manuscript. Both my editor and I are liking how it has developed – an engaging read with strong chapters opening and closing the book.

I believe all the authors out there would agree with me that on the book writing journey, a good editor is crucial to success. I am very happy to have Melanie Christian as my editor for both Carol’s Lives and Many Blessings to Come.

Not only does Melanie perform the full set of editing functions: structural editing, developmental editing, copy editing, and proofreading, but also, she shares with me her observations and analysis of the book as a whole and gives me many suggestions.

Some words from Melanie:

Many Blessings Will Come is a beautiful anthology and unique showcase of your current life’s work in the form of 21 narratives. It evokes the wonder and blessings of visiting past, inter-, and probable lives, while demonstrating the healing power of hypnosis.

A suggestion Melanie gave me was:

Following the Acknowledgements, add Back Matter reviews of previous books from any clients who have recognized professions (e.g., celebrities, mental health practitioners, such as other therapists or coaches); or from other writers/authors, hypnotherapists, book critics, online book reviewers, local celebrities, or notable wellness specialists.

I initially resisted this idea, feeling that “A good book speaks for itself.” I didn’t mind if it took time for people to find a significant book like Many Blessings Will Come.

But after letting the idea sit with me for over a month, I finally made a list of some esteemed hypnotherapists who I truly have learned from, and a few others whose work I respect and honour. Then it came to the real part: asking for their help. I can’t say that I’m particularly good at it, however, I sent out a number of emails and heard back from some of them who are willing to read my book and give it their recommendations. This is so humbling and encouraging, and thanks to Melanie, I am so grateful for their assistance.

Current Manuscript Outline

Introduction
Chapter 1, Part I – A Prior Engagement
Chapter 2, Part I – Past Life Drama
Chapter 3, Part I – A Friend of My Father’s
Chapter 4, Part I – One Hour, Seven Lifetimes
Chapter 5, Part I – Boundless Love
Chapter 6, Part I – A Secret Beach
Chapter 7, Part I – Yesterday and Tomorrow’s Child

Chapter 8, Part II – Pain Body, Wolf, Ghost and Laughter
Chapter 9, Part II – Coaching A Ghost
Chapter 10, Part II – On the Run
Chapter 11, Part II – Just Do It!
Chapter 12, Part II – Seer’s Plight
Chapter 13, Part II – Free To BE
Chapter 14, Part II – Falling to Grace
Chapter 15, Part II – Ancient Visitations
Chapter 16, Part II – Death Walker Julie

Chapter 17, Part III – Mystic Tree
Chapter 18, Part III – Samantha’s Book of Life Chapter 19, Part III – Lost and Found
Chapter 20, Part III – Many Blessings Will Come Epilogue – Remember Who You Are
Acknowledgments

Pre-order your PDF copy of the book here: https://kemilahypnosis.com/downloads/many-blessings-will-come/.

I don’t want to keep Melanie my best-kept secret. If you wish to check out her work, you can find her at: https://forwardmusesolutions.com.

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Letter From Eric

My dear friend Eric bought my book Carol’s Lives. After reading it, he kindly sent me an email thanking me “for the opportunity to read your mind-expanding, interesting, and unique book.”

I took it all in when he described how the book was a “page-turner” for him as he couldn’t put it down, after initially deciding to read a chapter per bedtime.

It is really hard to sum up my feelings about the book because I had many thoughts when I was reading it. First, it is very well written. It flowed very well from chapter to chapter and the descriptions created clear images in my mind.

I was totally surprised to learn that one could have future live regressions (or maybe these are called progressions?). I found the future stories fascinating.

And, of course, the stories of Carol and Rick were fascinating too. The “dark and light” story near the end of the book in New York was pretty mind blowing.

It was delightful for me to hear that this dear friend who called himself an atheist, like Tim in the book, said in his email that “for the first time this week, after reading your book, I am starting to think there is more to this life than meets the eye. I am starting to think I need to trust my intuition more. And I need to allow for possibilities in my life.”

Yes please. Trust your intuition more. Intuition is actually the only consistent trustworthy source of one’s life. Eric and I like to agree that “life flows through us and we are a vessel.” If life flows through me, I absolutely have everything I need when I need it. How can I not trust life itself? Certainly, trusting life makes my life much easier. I’ve been teaching a course called Effective Intuition in Vancouver’s West End Community Centre for some years. My opening line in the class has always been, “I cannot make you more intuitive than you already are. I’m here to help you trust your intuition a little more.”

Eric is very much into music. He told me he has loved the Fleetwood Mac song “You Make Loving Fun” since childhood, particularly these lyrics:

I never did believe in miracles
But I’ve a feeling it’s time to try
I never did believe in the ways of magic
But I’m beginning to wonder why

In his email, Eric added, “Maybe it is time for me to start believing in something other than science and so-called facts. As you say, return to being a child.”

Magic and miracle are two of my favourite words in English. And I truly feel they are just fancy words on Earth to point to what’s actually the universal norm. For a while, I have been living my professional and personal life in which “paranormal” is normal; “supernatural” is natural, and “metaphysical” is simply physics. Earth is a very interesting place to come up with those unnatural ways to look at things and mystify what’s natural.

Another beautiful word Eric mentioned in the email, “allow” is another of my favourites. The easiest word, the hardest thing to do, for a human. Welcome to the earth school, in which science and facts have become almost a religion in the past 300 years when the prevailing model of gaining knowledge has been a scientific one, a science of deductive reasoning based on visible evidence. It influences our language. When we say something is reasonable, we mean it’s true. Reasoning is a good tool, yet it can kill intuition.

If I allow myself to be bold enough to say, facts are always aftermath. I have to create something first for it to become a fact, and for a scientist to collect data. Unless I create, where is the data? Science certainly has a history of being wrong in so many ways. For me, the beauty of science is an attitude that simply says, “I don’t know. Let’s find out.” Curiosity is what I like about science, not authority. Taking it to the lab, and coming out with references. But those “facts” are definitely changeable, always.

In 2013, I went back to China, my mother was about to undergo major surgery. I asked the doctor how confident he was. He brought me aside, and said given my mother’s age and the conditions, the survival rate was about 5%. It was horrible to envision my mother being 5%. So I told the surgeon, “My mother is going to be one-hundred-percently in the 5% category. And YOU are going to make it happen.” He did. Maybe I hypnotized him. I sometimes laugh at how applicable it is to MY life when scientists tell me average percentages. For my life, I’m either 100% alive or 100% dead. I just can’t settle for less than 100%.

And in order to stay in this physical realm with some semblance of sanity and grace, it’s imperative to understand the underlying energies of personal and global situations, because nothing is as it appears to be on the surface. There are always people who make a lot of money in bad economies. And people who find great jobs in high unemployment rate societies. We each create our own reality. And we each are such creative beings.

Living a magical and miraculous life is simply to create. I am too alive to be facts and figures, which points to the -end. But in my life, I am always at the beginning-. In that sense, all the books after they are written, are literally “released” by the author to take life on their own. I let science and scientist chase and analyze me if they wish, while I’m having fun creating all the right’s and wrong’s and good’s and bad’s. A never-ending creative journey is all my life is about.

True spirituality is fluid, like creativity itself. There is no division or boundary you can draw in water. There is nothing to believe in. When I believe in something, I start to have a position to defend. An atheist in itself is also a position one can take. Any position we take, we will need to defend it. True spirituality is so open that everything is seen, heard and allowed. Omnipresence is the closest word. It is everywhere. It does not have a particular shape or form to take. It is that free.

Carol’s Lives is about experiencing life. There is nothing to believe in. But I’m very glad, Eric, that it has given you an enjoyable reading experience.

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Yesterday’s Bombing

Three weeks after I came back from my most recent trip to New York City, and two nights after I saw my client Thomas for our third session, I received an email from him, followed by a black and white photo of Wall Street with an accompanying Wikipedia link.

Hi,

Look what I found! I had absolutely no idea that such an event had ever happened. I never studied American history, nor was I interested in history enough to read and retain much on my own. I did see or sense what seemed like an explosion but did not believe it during the session. I had a similar experience with a map of Europe when I mentioned accurate details that I would have never known on my own. Very interesting because I still can’t say that I believe 100% in past lives, but I almost don’t really care to have an opinion.

Thank you,

(Note: I briefly mentioned this email on Simon’s podcast interview that you can find here.)

Thomas is a medical doctor and a gay man. His email was referring to our previous session. We had been reviewing some entanglements of his relationship when he spontaneously went to the life of a young woman in New York City.

“New York in the twenties,” this statement came out of nowhere in hypnosis. He continued on, “I was there.”

I was surprised. That day when Thomas came for his appointment, we started talking about relationships. His heart seemed to be longing for a relationship. But he kept telling himself, “I don’t have to search for one.” He did this to such a degree that he was somewhat guarded in talking to me. I felt he was not even allowing himself to have the desire for one, just because he “didn’t need to look for it”. I told Thomas about how I came across the ocean from another country miles and miles away, and my partner Tim moved miles and miles, and then at a particular moment in a particular park, we met, in this lifetime. I was hoping to illustrate to Thomas that just because we don’t have to look for something, doesn’t mean we can’t be open to welcoming it.

Thomas expressed an interest in the story of how Tim and I met, so I filled him in by briefly telling him that we met each other in another life, in New York City, in the 1920s.

So later, to hear him say in his hypnotic trance, “New York in the twenties, I was there,” was a little bit surreal for me.

“Floor… black and white tiles… It’s like a coffee shop.” His soft voice as a young woman continued, “There is a lot of wood, maybe a wooden bar, or a wooden fireplace? I go through one door, then I go through another door, then to the left, and into the place… There is red. I don’t know what. There’s something red. And I see the floor. The floor is old tiles. There is wood. It’s dark. But it’s very bright outside. It’s during the day. There is smoke. People are smoking. I see feet. And I see women’s shoes.”

I like it when information flows like that. “How are you feeling?” I asked.

“Feeling good,” she said in a satisfied tone.

“Are you there as a customer?”

“Yeah,” she replied, before urgently adding, “I need to go back.”

“Go back to…?”

“New York!” It took me a while to realize that it was Thomas speaking, not the young woman, and he needed to go back to New York. “I left him behind, in that lifetime. Something happened. It was beyond our control. I went on, left the place. Then something happened and he died.”

“Like an accident?”

“Yeah, something happened… the building. I see the roads… I don’t know what happened. I see the building down then he was gone. I left and he died. I don’t know what happened. But I blame myself.”

“Blame yourself for?”

“I wanted to stay and die with him… It was the twenties. And I decided that life. Ended. For me. I lived in grief and sorrow till the day I died, in the ’50s. He was 32 when he died. I was 28.”

“Has this being reincarnated in this time?”

“I think he’s waiting. He’s waiting somewhere, but I don’t want to meet him.”

“Because you feel you can’t handle the pain?” Now I know why Thomas didn’t want to look for someone. What a stubborn soul, as if 30-years grief as that woman in New York was not enough!

“But I’m not ready.” The grief was so strong that I didn’t know how many lifetimes Thomas needed to have before he would be ready to meet that man he tragically lost in New York again. “I just decided I don’t want to meet him.”

I had a sense Thomas needed to go back to New York someday, to resolve that past life’s emotional pain. On one level, he realized the direction that he needed to go— forgiveness—and “to start to see someone and move on with my own life”, as he put it in his intake form. But then he just “decided” he’s not ready to meet him. It’s as if the gentle tenderness of the soul is used against himself.

I marvelled at how the stories could be so intertwined. I had just shared with him Rick and Carol’s lifetimes in New York during the twenties. I wondered if Rick had ever rubbed elbows with the woman who Thomas was those years ago on Wall Street?

When I first read Thomas’s email, I smiled at his last comment, “I almost don’t really care to have an opinion”. I don’t either actually. Even though I facilitate past life regressions on an almost daily basis, I don’t have much of an opinion about them. So, I responded to Thomas, “Well, opinions are too cheap to be cared for. People change them all the time without paying a dime. But thank you for sharing. I was just sitting on those stairs of The Federal Hall shown in that old Wall Street photo three weeks ago!”

Kemila standing on those stairs of The Federal Hall

 

The Wall Street bomb details can be found in the following link.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wall_Street_bombing

Wall Street bombing

Wall Street bombing
The aftermath of the explosion
(Federal Hall National Memorial is at the right)
Location Manhattan, New York City
Coordinates 40.7070°N 74.0103°WCoordinates:40.7070°N 74.0103°W
Date September 16, 1920
12:02 pm (local time)
Target Wall Street
Attack type Horse-drawn wagon bomb
Animal-borne bomb attack
Deaths 38
Non-fatal injuries 143 serious, several hundred total
Suspected perpetrators Galleanist anarchists
Motive Possible revenge for the arrests of Sacco and Vanzettiand/or the deportation of Luigi Galleani

 

 

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History Drifts by the River

Standing by the Richelieu River flowing to NY

Looking back, I truly couldn’t have asked for a better place to finish off the first draft of the book Carol’s Lives.

The Richelieu River can be as still as a mirror

It was in late May, 2018, invited by Lorraine and Daniel, I went to a small riverside community called Saint-Paul-de-L’île-aux-Noix in Quebec for two weeks, a perfect place and length of time to finish the book that had taken me too long to finish.

Enchanted Canal of Richelieu River

On the shore of the Richelieu River, 45 minutes away from Montreal, I got up every morning, settled in the screened gazebo, and opened my laptop. It felt like a boathouse, with an enchanted canal and the Richelieu River all around me. Here I was 10 kilometers away from U.S border and 500 kilometers away from New York, writing about that hectic and sentimental life in Manhattan, in a peaceful and quiet setting. It felt surreal. A lifetime had come to an end. Here I was again.


For two weeks I did nothing else but write. My body and mind felt quite relaxed sitting and writing by the riverside everyday, yet my heart could ache with the darkness and hardship in the life of Carol and Rick. Like the wide river itself, peaceful and calm in the morning and evening, often full of waves following the whims of the wind in the afternoon, yet never giving any indication of the direction it flowed.

Sunrise over Fort Lennox

The act of writing was very smooth and inspirational. Words flew onto my computer screen as I watched the ever-changing sunlight drifting over the water and the procession of boats going in and out of the canal and down the river.

Across the river I could see Fort Lennox on the island called Ile-aux-Noix, a fortification still standing on a structure that was completed in 1829. History must have witnessed battles here. But right now, it has all come back into this single moment of peace where my finger hit the last key on the first draft of my book.

Final pages of Carol’s Lives

So close to New York

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