SHACK 172 THE SHOE

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Iris saw just one shoe with flatter heels and tied up and it was as large as a house with a window and a door and a chimney.(Shack)  

I used to do a Monday evening phone in to answer any left ‘overs’ from weekend workshops and Tuesday evening for workshops abroad.

One Monday I got a call from a young lady who was not at any of the workshops but was recommended by a friend who had attended many of my presentations.

The lady said she was an artist and very visual and liked the idea of imagery which she had heard her friend tell her.

She said she had cancer of the breast and was in the final stages and there was no hope. She was resigned to passing but had unfinished business which she wished to clear up.

We went into an imagery and visualization.  The way I present them is to relax the person and then take them to a place which is suitable to unlock locked or blocked trauma. The idea was TO FEEL not think, often several attempts were made to do this, trying not to think is one of the obstacles and irritation or just falling asleep,

Making sure the person is not in trance or hypnosis and to allow feelings to float by until one seems to be the key. This young lady I will call her Iris (name change) went down a lift shaft and to a field in her imagery and there was a shoe and old type boot shoe like a witch’s shoe. (See at top Image).

I then asked her what she wanted to do, she said the shoe was large like a house and she wanted to knock at the door.  She went up to the door and knocked and was really surprised when her mother opened it.

Iris had a big problem with her mother and vice versa.  There was no love and she was born out of wedlock and her mother often to refer to her as a bastard child.  Iris had pent up feelings and could not express them to her mother and mother to her and often just ending up in shouting and fighting.

Iris was a sickly child and her mother mocked her talent as an artist.  Iris went into the shoe and her mother and she talked it out as it were.

Iris tried this at home and varied the imagery to suit.  She rang me several weeks later and said that her mother and her had reconciled the relationship and now she was happy and wanted to pass on, she said she had to hang on to finish this and she felt she may have chosen this life to do it.  She thanked me and we laughed about the shoe and so on.

Iris’s friend rang me three weeks later and said Iris had passed and she went softly and sweetly with her mother and friend by her bedside.  Above the bed was picture she had drawn of the shoe.

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