SOME REAL LIFE CASES WHERE HYPNOSIS WAS
USED IN SOME NOT SO CONVENTIONAL WAYS

THESE ARE FROM DOCUMENTED HYPNOSIS CASES

Check this out. This is one of the most interesting, mildly
hilarious, hypnosis war stories I have ever read.
Peter McClennan - CHt

----- Original Message -----
From: JP
Subject: An 'AMAZING' Hypnosis Session this morning !

I just had an amazing, unplanned session this morning.
Okay, it may be unscrupulous for some of you some of the things I did,
but my only interest was in getting results and getting out with my
life...... and believe me, I was utilizing whatever tools and abilities at my
disposal to achieve those ends.

JUST ANOTHER QUIET NIGHT WALKING HOME FROM WORK!
I left work last night about 8 PM and walked over to Mulberry Street
through the San Genaro Festival (It's known as 'The Feast' to locals).

The San Genaro Feast is NYC's biggest and longest running Italian
Street festival. Sausage, cannoli, seafood, pastries and games of chance line 10 blocks on both sides of the street leaving about a 10' wide path where close to 100,000 people inch by, body- to-body, each evening.

RUN INTO MY AUNT I HAVEN'T SEEN IN 5 YEARS .. !!!
I ran into my aunt Joan from Staten Island and cousin whom I haven't
seen in 5 years. She caught me checking out this woman who had a top
on with not enough material to make a baby's sock out of, as if the
heat from the sausage stands weren't enough.

My aunt had grown up in Greenwich Village and knew the streets of
Little Italy and its residents well as a kid. She was busy saying
hugging and saying hello to people that she hadn't seen in over 40 years.

STREET CORNER GUYS, ARMANI SUITS, THE LIFE !!
Then she runs up to these three guys whom she attended Saint
Anthony's grammer school with (we're talking about turn of the century).
They're in their late 50's or 60's.

These are guys who vaguely knew me over the years in passing on the
street. They were always dressed in custom-tailored Armani suits (a
thousand bucks a pop) which they wore as easily as I'd slip into a pair of well-worn
jeans.

If asked, these guys told people they were in Sanitation engineering
or were Re-location specialists, but all those years, I never saw them to go
off to a job or even get dirty for that matter .....

OF course, they all drove (or were driven in) the latest, fully
equipped Lincolns or Cadillacs. They wore lots of thick gold chains, pinky rings, flashed wads of bills whenever picking up a newspaper and were always accompanied by guys
who like bookends were equally well dressed, but had the look of human Pit Bulls.

MY AUNT HAS A BIG MOUTH !!!
Well, the big guy asked me what I'm doing with my life .... and I
really didn't want to tell them. I would feel better knowing I if these guys
thought I was working as a cashier for Walmart. Then they wouldn't be looking for favors. I wanted to be invisible at this moment. Then my aunt blurts out,

"He's a hypnotist!"

Boy, you should have seen the look I got.

Carmine, apparently the boss here, lifts his hand up to chest area
and with his other hand, points to an empty space of air, like he's
making a wisecrack:
"THE WATCH ???", he says with a look that would set the profession
back a century. His guys with him lauigh.

I said, "No, that's Hollywood. I deal with the usual stuff: Smoking,
Weight Loss (I got a little nervous at saying this. These guys weighed in at
like 300 plus a piece At gunpoint, I couldn't get these guys to stop eating). You know, I deal with health issues."

His eyes perked up. "What do you mean, health issues?"

"Like Stress!"

He squints at me, face in mine, I can feel his breath, a long
pause ... he's either thinking or
his hemorrhoids just flared up,

"My mom has to have an operation tommorrow morning at St. Vincents.
She's gotta cyst. It's in an out of the way place. She thinks she's gonna die.
She's driving the whole freaken family all nuts. I want you up there!"

I'M PUT ON THE SPOT !!! I COULD SHOOT MY AUNT !!!
Talk about being put on the spot. You just don't refuse guys.like
this. They figure, you're from the neighborhood, you give respect.
I said, "What do you want ME to do?"

"Hey, you said you do stress. SHE'S STRESSED. We'll pick you up
outiside your apartment in the morning. Be READY !! "

FORGET TRAINING !!!
Now, despite my training, I'M NERVOUS. Italians are the only
nationality I have difficulty hypnotising. That's because they are
ALREADY HYPNOTISED. Italian women are excellent hypnotists.
If something is going to go wrong, they'll repeat it to themselves a
thousand times during the day. Italian males don't have to depend upon having a good memory. An Italian woman will emphatically remind them 1,000 times to take out the garbage. Even after you do take out the garbage, they'll keep asking you, "Did you take out the garbage!"

Doom and gloom, it's a lifestyle.

Check out my state. I have to hypnotise what I consider my worst
nightmare - An Italian woman. I don't BELIEVE I can do it. I don't believe it's
possible. I'm so nervous, At this point, I'm ready for a career change.

DOOR TO DOOR SERVICE or AM I GOING TO A FUNERAL ... MINE ???
So this morning, they buzz my door. A white caddy is in front of my
apartment.

"Get in kid!"

I get in, hey, it's velour ... I tell Carmine, there are certain
conditions you have to do for me..

He says to me, 'Who do you think you are talking to?"

I really provoked him when I spat out the words:, "DO you LOVE YOUR
MOTHER?"

Carmine grabbed me and I said, "IF you love her, you'll do what I say
FOR HER SAKE !"

I explained to him ... simply ... in the only language he could
understand. "As a hypnotist, I work with belief systems. Just like you do.
You know, when someone owes you money, why do they pay you?
It's because they believe something bad might happen to them
if they don't pay on time, RIGHT?"
(He shakes his head in agreement)

"Yea!"

"Well, your mom believes she's gonna die.
"What do you think she's going to believe if you tell her I'm a
hypnotist?"
She'll think you just brought Satan to her funeral !"

I KNOW I HAVE TO BY-PASS HER CRITICAL FACTOR
"I'll tell you Carmine. She's going to think you blew a gasket.
Here's what we're going to do. (I'm sweating bullets. I must have left
a small puddle on the back Caddy seat. I hope velour don't stain).

"You tell your mom you have a specialist doctor, one of the top ones.
Just came in from out of town. He's going to check your charts and
going to come in to see you and do a special procedure on you!"

"Why should I lie to my mother?," Carmine barks at me

Like I'm pleading my case to a jury, I say with every emotion I can
muster:
"You want her to live, don't you? And on top of telling her I'm a
doctor, I want you to tell her I'm an Ex-Priest and then, I want to be left ALONE with her in the room for an hour .... ALONE ... Got it! No doctors come in! No nurse COMES IN!
No YOU COME IN !!!
AGREED ?"

"Okay!"

SO MUCH FOR VISITING HOURS !!
So we get to Saint Vincent's Hospital. No such thing as VISITING
HOURS with these guys. I grabbed the blue medical smock we keep in the hypnosis office when we canvass hypnosis out on the street and put it on. Carmine goes in the private room and sees his mom and explains what I told him, that an out-of-town doctor coming in to oversee the operation. He stations these two well-dressed, bulldogs outside the room so I will have complete privacy.

I say to one of the guys, "I need a stetoscope to make this look
good!"

So this big hulk of a guy grabs a 90 lb. passing orderly by his
stetoscope, sticks his big face in the orderly's face and says, "We have to borrow this for a little while ... Cabish ??"

He hands me the stetoscope!

ACTING 101 ... I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE TAKEN THAT CLASS !!
Carmine comes out from his mother's private room. I take a deep
breath and go in. I pick up the charts and let me tell you, I don't know a medical chart from a crossword puzzle. I look at it and say, "Hello Mrs. A ............"

She says, "HELLO FATHER!"
She's looking at me like the Lord has just paid her a personal visit.
Critical Factor bypass!

I say, "I'm no longer a priest. You can call me Dr. Petrocelli."

I look down at the chart and 'hmm hmm' a lot. I have no clue as to
what it says.

She's says, "Doctor, I'm going to die!"

I say, "Die??? From this chart, after this operation you'll be as
healthy as a horse. The only way you could die is if this building were to collapse on you ! But I can see, from your attitude, its' not the correct attitude a doctor likes his patients to have when going into surgery. We're going to do a little medical relaxation & stress release technique. I'm going to ask you to relax certain muscles and you're going to follow my directions, RIGHT ??? (I'm being very forceful)

She says, "Yes doctor!"

So, I do a lot of hands on stuff, improvisational, rocking her head,
having her relax it beneath my hands ... arm, the whole nine yards ... more authoritarian then
normal because with her belief system believing that I'm BOTH A SPECIALIST DOCTOR and a former priest, I have total 'critical bypass.' I KNOW IT. I get total compliance.

Now I know she goes to church every day .... so after I do a healing
type induction from some crumbled script I have in my back pocket which is really water-logged for the shear sweat coming off my body, I start the priest part of the induction:

I HOPE GOD HAS A SENSE OF HUMOUR !!!
I grab the bed rails on the side of the bed and vibrate the bed
furiously for effect once I have her in trance (hey ... I don't know if this works .....
I'm just worrying if it doesn't):

"You will heal during this operation because it IS GOD'S WILL! God
demands you NOT TO TRY to sabotage his efforts and to heal. It is God's will that this operation be successful, NOT FOR YOU, but for your children. Your GRANDCHILDREN. This is a very basic operation. Powerful healing is now spreading through your body. The Holy Spirit now surrounds and envelops your body with God's love."

I mean it, this session should have been taped for PBS. I'm loud and
emotionally charged once I've got her into trance and we're doing the work.. REALLY LOUD. I know she goes to church everyday. I know she fears God. I know her critical factor is bypassed and James Earl Jones would have been so proud he might have recruited me for a Verizon Ad.

The door to her private room opens a notch. Carmine looks in. I
point, put my finger to my lips as if to say ... "Shhhhh" and sternly point at Carmine and move my lips " OUT !!!"

I go on for an hour and a half. I called in legions of angels,
healing cherubs, the holy spirit, used her family. Told her she would be committing the primary sin against God if she did not stay here, on this planet to take care of her family. That God has been hearing her words against his will and now it is time to pay him heed.

EMERGED !!!
After about an hour and 15 minutes, I emerge her. I have her looking
right in my eye, still deep in trance, telling her that she'll soon be wheeled into the operating room where legions of angels are watching over her. The grace of God will encircle her completely like a warm blanket. Her body will function perfectly. The healing processes will begin immediately. And then, it will be her job in accordance with divine
will to take care of her family.

Sweat is riveting off my body. I'm thinking, if she dies during this
operation, I'm going to end up as landfill.

Carmine, her son, opens the door. She points her finger and in a
strong voice directed at him, get me into that operation. I have to get home. I have a family to take care of.

Carmine glances at me, like what happened in here.

GET ME OUT OF HERE !!!
I can't wait to leave. I must have sweated 15 lbs. off me. I don't
want to be there. I don't care to be there. This isn't my bag. Call Jimmy Swaggert if you want a miracle.

I say to Carmine, "I've done my part. I'm leaving. Good luck with
your mom. You don't owe me a thing. I want nothing. Bye. My pleasure !"

He says, 'Where are you going? You're going to sit here with us
during the operation!"

I don't know if it was 3 1/2 hours we waited. IT seemed like an
eternity. I never knew so many gallons of bodily fluid could exit my body. I should have been a prune at this point.

Finally the doctor comes in and talks to Carmine, I run up to ease
drop. I hid the smock hours ago. I'm wondering if I should have given my neighbor and last
will my apartment keys this morning. The doctor says, "Everything went well, Mr. A .......
Textbook case. Your mother's vital signs were amazingly strong throughout. No
complications."

I'm thinking ... thank GOD ... let me get out of here.

I say goodbye. I tell Carmine, never reveal I wasn't a priest or
doctor to your mom. I really have got to go. He gives me a big hug. I'm like a wet sponge
dripping on his Armani, 'GIve me your number!" I'm backing out the door. NO, Carmine,
you owe me nothing. I want nothing. Consider it a favor from my aunt. Got to go.

Man ... what a freaken day. I just hope Mrs. A ..... heals the next
few days and THEY NEVER CALL ME BACK ! Yea, like ...we do miracles in our work but these are the kind of guys that will EXPECT IT.

And now that my day was shot, how was your day!
I have Sleepwalkers meeting to run ..... and I need a shower.

John Petrocelli
The Hypnosis Center of NY, LLC
http://www.healthwithhypnosis.com

Sleepwalkers Hypnosis Study Intensive
http://www.trancecoach.com

The Society of Applied Hypnosis, Inc.

P.S. I wrote this account up in a hurry while I still remember the
details. I know the grammar,punctuation and spelling sucks and it should have been proofread. Iknow where the spell checker
is and I WILL use it some day .... just not today.

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