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Deepak and NLP
I was at the annual convention of the American Society of Clinical
Hypnosis in 1988 in Memphis, Tenn. and there was a workshop on NLP
by two PhD psychologists. I had never heard of NLP before. In the workshop,
one of the presenters said if your child falls down and hurts his knee,
do not pick him up to comfort him. I was shocked. Do not comfort a
child who is hurt? The presenter went on to explain that holding him
would set an anchor so that whenever you went to hold your child again,
the child would feel that touch as painful. This is why so many adults
cannot stand to be touched by their mother. Every time you were hurt
as a child and your mother went to hold you and comfort you, she set
up herself and her touch as an anchor for pain. What the mother was
supposed to do was distract the child away from their pain and then
you could hold them and comfort them.I started checking around for an NLP training program and found the
3 week training program of NLP Comp in Boulder, Colorado. I registered
and then realized that if I took off for almost a month I would decimate
my private practice and the contracts I had for on-going services.
I called NLP Comp to cancel and they said I could come for one week.
OK, I can get away with being gone one week I thought and I went.The training was being held at a ski resort in the summer in Winterpark,
Colorado. It was a beautiful day, the group had not started yet, the
ski lift was still running, and on impulse I jumped on for the ride.
I forgot I had a fear of heights, acrophobia. About half way up the
mountain, the ski lift stopped. My god, the chair I am sitting on is
swaying front and back and the tops of the trees below are swaying
side to side and my legs are dangling in the air with no firm ground
beneath. Feelings of fear come flooding into my system and I close
my eyes and grip the bar so tight my knuckles are turning white. When
the thing moves again and takes me to the top, I walk back downGroup started. The first day they showed us these pictures in our
mind and how the mind works. I was shocked. I had been studying psychology
for 26 years, had been certified as a school psychologist for 17 years,
had been licensed for private practice for 8 years, and I didn’t
know about these pictures in my mind. The first technique they showed
us was the Phobia Cure. It was a simple process of making a movie of
the fear in your mind and then running the movie backwards really fast.
There was no pain and one did not have to relive the fear. I didn’t
believe anything had changed so during lunch I rode that ski lift up
the mountain again just to test the process. It worked! I actually
enjoyed the ride and the view. I could see forever the peaks and valleys
of the Rocky Mountains. I was impressed. It is called a ‘convincer’. I was so impressed that I stayed the full three weeks and learned
everything I could. Sure enough, when I went back to my home in Lake
Charles, Louisiana, I had lost most of my major contracts and half
of my clients. That is the problem with the modern world. One doesn’t
have the time to take a bowel movement, much less learn something new
and revolutionary.I continued with the NLP training with every moment and every dollar
I had free. I spent two years traveling to Florida, Alabama, Texas,
Colorado and California and I bankrupted myself doing so. In-between
every training, I had college students and mental health center clients
and private patients to practice the techniques. They were working
and they were working incredibly fast. ‘Miracle cures’ were
happening and I myself was wondering how I did that. There were very
few other licensed psychologists in these trainings. The ones who were
professors did not make enough money to be able to afford the trainings.
The ones in private practice had the money, but they didn’t have
the time to go to the trainings. It was a Catch 22.I had already been trained in group therapy, individual Freudian psychotherapy,
individual Rogerian active listening, Axeline’s play therapy,
behavioral modification and schedules of reinforcement, clinical biofeedback,
stress management, and Ericksonnian hypnosis. NLP (neurolinguistic
programming) was faster than all of that and more effective and painfree
to boot. I was teaching college full time and had a private practice on the
side. In half the time with private practice I was making twice the
money I made as a professor. I knew professors living in trailer houses
on the edge of town because they couldn’t afford anything better.
The assistant produce manager at the grocery store made as much money
as the intellectual cream of society. So much for society.I had a 10 hours a week contract as the psychologist for the psychiatric
ward at the local state charity hospital. One day I am in the staff
lunchroom and I strike up a conversation with the head of the hospital.
There is a patient on the top floor who has terminal lymphoma and is
constantly complaining about chronic pain and the drugs don’t
seem to work. Would I see her?, he asks. I go up there and introduce
myself and give her an nlp hypnosis session and it works. For the first
time in months she is pain free. When that happens, all the energy
that is locked up in the pain is released and there is a flood of feelings
of relief and even ecstasy. She spontaneously came over to give me
a kiss on the cheek dragging her IV bottle on rollers that was sticking
in her arm. I heard from her counselor later that she had had a ‘spontaneous
remission’ and they couldn’t find evidence of the lymphoma
anymore. Two months later the lymphoma came back and she died. I asked
her counselor what happened. I was told the lady had seen me smoking
and thought hypnosis must not work. Ouch.In my private practice, the police chaplain came to me for counseling
and was so happy with the results that he started sending police officers
to me with problems. That is a rough job and they have a lot of problems.
One officer had been the victim of a bad guy who had jumped on him
out of the dark, grabbed his gun and shot him with his own gun. He
was traumatized, could not sleep without seeing the trauma happening
all over again, and was on sick leave from the department for disability.
I tried the Trauma Cure with him, but it did not work because he could
not visualize. I was stuck until I figured out to run the trauma backwards
kinesthetically instead of visually. It succeeded and he went back
to work, but it took 3 sessions. Usually it would take only one.Sometime later I meet a lady ‘accidentally’ who said, ‘Oh,
you are the man the police chaplain told me to go see, but I don’t
believe in psychologists.’ It turned out the year before, her
boss, an alcoholic with whom she was having an affair, had one day
come over to her and put his arm around her and with the other arm
blew his head off in her face. Her job was answering the phone for
him and now when she heard a phone ring, or an ambulance siren, she
reacted with terror all over again. It took one session.The spectrum of human suffering must be limitless. One man came who
had been gang raped in the Texas State Penitentiary. I used the Trauma
Cure. A woman came whose 12 year old son had died in her arms from
an asthma attack. I used the Grieving Process. A man came who was a
child molester. I used Submodality Cross-mapping with the experience
of something he has done before he will never do again. A woman came
with a phobia of driving over bridges. Her husband had to drive her
everywhere or she was effectively stranded at home. Where she lived
was surrounded by bridges. After the session she went out to the pickup
truck and told her husband to move over, she was driving home.One day a man brought his wife over who was having panic attacks.
She was covered up in a coat and all I could see was her peering at
me through these shiny little spectacles. Was she animal or vegetable
I wondered? She was having panic attacks 5X a day. They had been to
see over a dozen doctors and was on half a dozen ‘medications’ and
she was still having panic attacks 5X a day. When the first tranquillizer
didn’t work, they doubled the dosage. When that didn’t
work, they added another drug, and another, and another. She was near
zombie, was still having panic attacks, and their medical insurance
had paid nearly quarter of a million dollars.Luckily, I had just been given a technique for panic attacks from
a psychologist by the name of Dr. Zink living in a small town near
Sante Fe, New Mexico. He was one of these beautiful people who shared
his knowledge freely. It is his technique that he invented and he deserves
all the credit for it. It worked and it worked wonderfully. After the
first session, her panic attacks were gone. The next week she came
back with generalized anxiety about not having panic attacks. She had
been so busy with them that, now that they were gone, her life was ‘empty’.
After 3 sessions, she was off the drugs that nearly killed her and
was symptom free. I was working myself out of business. The joke is that the richest
therapists are the ones whose techniques don’t work. They keep
their patients forever. Patients of formal psychoanalysts (or any form
of ‘chit-chat’ therapy) can talk about their problems and
explain their problems, but they still have the problem. After all,
the chit-chat therapist will say, it took a lifetime to make the problem,
and it will take a lifetime to cure the problem. If the patient complains
about the lack of progress, the so-called therapist (psychiatrist,
social worker, counselor) will blame the patient saying they ‘don’t
want to change.’ They don’t seem to notice that their techniques
are not working. After all, they are using their notes from their professor
who used his notes from his professor and so on. They are doing what
they are ‘supposed’ to do. This seems to be the definition
of ‘professionalism.’I had a 20 hour a week contract at the mental health center as director
of in-service training and supervisor of psychologists. Every Friday
afternoon I would give an in-service on some aspect of diagnosis or
therapy. I demonstrated the Phobia Cure by curing 3 of them that had
phobias and they didn’t seem curious or impressed. I didn’t
understand it. Treatment of Choice (TOC) was systematic desensitization
and it took six weeks and a little suffering to get it done only with
partial results. I was doing it in half an hour with 100% results and
no one seemed motivated to learn. It seemed like because they already
had their degree, that that was enough for them.I tried it another way. I offered the staff that had a patient stuck
and not making progress to invite me in and I would work with the patient
right there in front of their eyes to show them how to do it. They
took me up on it. One of the patients was grieving over the loss of
her dead father and could not bring herself to even visit the grave.
After the session she visited her father’s grave and seemed to
have no more problems with this issue. During discussion of cases in
the weekly staffing, the therapist said, ‘Yeah, Dr.Vidmar worked
with her and she seemed to be in a kind of trance.’ The next
day the director of the mental health center, a social worker, left
a memo on my desk to the effect of ‘the use of hypnosis in Region
V is hereby prohibited.’ I couldn’t believe it. I went
to her office next door and said, ‘Linda, you cant do this. Hypnosis
has been approved by the American Medical Association since 1955 and
it would make you the laughing stock of the entire therapeutic community.’
‘
Are you threatening me?’ she defensively said and all rapport
was broken and my contract was not renewed. Oh well.That wasn’t the end of my troubles. The psychiatric ward at
the hospital turned out to be a snakepit. That kind of disappointed
me because I was on the advisory committee that got it funded. It was
medical model and it was drugs first and chit-chat therapy by social
workers last. There were half a dozen full-time social workers and
they were too busy with paperwork to spend much time with the patients.
The psychiatric nurses, who were being paid more than a doctorate psychologist,
locked themselves in the nurse’s station and would not interact
with the patients. The patients were left to themselves to do the ‘zombie
walk’ up and down the empty halls.The psychiatric ward had about 30 patients, one-third classic schizophrenics,
one-third manic-depressives who didn’t take their lithium, and
one-third normal neurotics suffering from a temporary stress overload.
The normal neurotics, I could do something for. The others I didn’t
have time to try. One day a patient was referred to me who had been
in there 3X for attempting suicide. There were scars all over his wrists
and there was talk of putting him on IV because he was anorexic and
wouldn’t eat. It turned out he was working out of town and his
wife and child were driving in the car to visit him and they had a
crash and died. Whenever he thought about them, which was all the time,
he would see a picture in his mind’s eye of them trapped in a
burning car calling his name to save them. Sweet Jesus, if I saw a
picture like that in my mind’s eye, I would suicide also. The
day after the session he came to me with a plate full of food just
shoving it down his mouth saying he was ravenously hungry and asking
if there something wrong with him. Another session and he was discharged
and we never saw him again.I had to try it with a paranoid schizophrenic. I just had to try.
This woman took me over to the window and said, ‘You see that
red car in the parking lot; they are watching me. Everyday it is there
and they are watching me.’ I found out who owned that car, which
belonged to one of the nurses, and asked her to park it on the other
side of the building. Then I took the woman to the window and said, ‘You
see, it is not there any more. They have completed the surveillance
and found that you are o.k. and they left. No one is watching you anymore
and you are free.’ She looked kind of confused and even a little
anxious. The next day she called me over to the window and said, ‘You
see that blue car in the parking lot; they are watching me.’ She
got me. We could go through every color of the rainbow and she was
going to find someone watching her. I failed. She didn’t fail.
I failed.
The psychiatrists were good honest sincere caring people trying to
help with what tools they had. The only tools they had were drugs,
drugs that sometimes relieved the symptoms, but with terrible side
effects. The top ten selling ‘medicines’ in America were
all psychotropic drugs for emotional symptoms and they prescribed them
mercilessly as a matter of faith. It was also a mega billion dollar
business. If a person was caught in Arizona with a seed of marijuana,
a non-addictive substance that made people giggle, the compulsory sentence
was 7 years in prison with no chance of parole. However, any physician
with or without any training in mental health (usually without) could
prescribe drugs. It is one of the many ugly hypocracies of American
society. America, the land of the free, has more people in prison than
any other society on earth. 70% are in prison for ‘drugs’ and
half of those for marijuana. It is o.k. to be alcoholic, which is 100X
more harmful than marijuana. It is even o.k. to be President of America
having been a wet alcoholic for 22 years and still functioning as a
brain damaged dry alcoholic while holding office. I have given psychological
tests to hundreds of alcoholics in the addiction ward of a private
hospital and they are horrible people full of anger and denial. One time I was given the assignment of testing an elderly poor black
man to see if he was retarded or not. Half way through the testing
I figured out he wasn’t retarded, just severely depressed. I
also figured out I could cure him of that depression right then and
right there. My dilemma was that my assignment was to test him, not
to cure him. I had a choice to make and I made it. I discontinued the
testing and went to work. He responded beautifully and from then on
was walking the halls smiling and in good mood. No one seemed to notice
that he was better and didn’t belong there anymore. The overpaid
psychiatric nurses paid to observe patient behavior didn’t notice
it. The social workers masquerading as therapists didn’t notice
it. Finally, I mentioned it to one of the nurses that Mr. Jones looked
much better now. She thought a minute and said, ‘Yeah, the medicine
must be working early.’I received recognition and professional respect from the psychiatrists.
They were a doctor of medicine and I was a doctor of psychology. Even
though it was medical model and they occupied the front chair, they
were glad I was there. I knew testing and therapy and they didn’t.
During intake staffing for new patients I would see someone with a
problem I could help and then I would nod my head to the psychiatrist
and he would add, ‘And see Dr. Vidmar for counseling.’ The
psychiatric nurses were another story. According to them, I was not
a ‘real’ doctor and I had no place in the medical (engineering)
model. Their job was on the line with the medical doctor, not with
me.One day during intake staffing, there was an announcement over the
loudspeaker calling ‘Code 9, Code 9.’ Everyone jumped up
and ran down the hall. What the hell is Code 9 I asked. It means there
is a patient acting out aggressively and for all able bodied personnel
to come help. When I got there the room was full of staff and there
were two big male orderlies on top of a woman on the floor and she
was crying, ‘Please let me go, let me go.’ It was the same
woman who I had seen crying in her room all morning and no one was
giving her any attention. Finally, when an orderly came in, she threw
a waste basket at him and he called a Code 9. My god.I told the two big guys to get off of her and then I got on the floor
and established rapport. It is the first thing they teach you in NLP
but obviously medicine never got the message. I breathed with her and
paced her physiology and then did a process called leading and step
by step I got her up and standing and calm again. I am asking her, ‘Is
this getting you what you want?’ and she is agreeing when I hear
a big, loud voice saying, ‘Get out of the way, got to give her
a shot, doctor’s orders.’ I look up and there is the head
nurse with a big needle in one hand and a strait jacket in the other.
I tell the nurse that the patient is calm, she is with me now, and
she doesn’t need a shot. The nurse is not even looking at the
patient and keeps insisting, ‘Got to give her a shot, give her
a shot, doctor’s orders.’ I tell her to go ask the doctor
again because the patient is calm now and if you give her a shot, it
is a form of ‘pharmaceutical restraint’ and the hospital
can be sued. In no way was I going to let her give that patient ‘a
shot.’ She was terrified looking at that big needle.The next day I am called into the administrator’s office, a
social worker, and given the riot act because I interfered with the
medical model and I threatened to sue the hospital. Needless to say,
I lost that contract too. Good riddance, but the patients hated to
see me go. I had been sitting in the lounge smoking with them and joking
with them and now they were alone and vulnerable in a horrible place
that treated them like things. I doubt if any thing is much better
now. Once a bureaucracy gets off on the wrong foot, it is nearly impossible
to change, and the definition of a professional must be someone who
doesn’t learn anything once he gets that degree.NLP is not only a system of therapy, it is a system of communication
also. It is perfect for teachers, even necessary. I was interesting
as a college professor before nlp and now I was at my creative peak.
The first thing I began to notice was that in the hall before class,
students were juicy and alive, but when the bell rang and they filed
into class, they turned into a sort of numb state of zombie as soon
as their butt hit that seat. The first step before lecture was to get them into a state of curiosity
and alertness to receive the lecture. Before class started, I took
3 one dollar bills and taped them underneath the writing tops of 3
different desks. During the introduction I tell them that if they listen
carefully they may find a hidden treasure buried ‘underneath.’ When
I say the word ‘underneath’ I roll my eyes at the student
in the first desk and keep rolling until out of curiosity he looks
underneath. He excitedly holds the dollar up into the air and now everyone
is looking underneath. The second desk holds his dollar up into the
air and says, ‘I found one.’ The third one does the same.
Needless to say, now the whole class is curious what is going on and
what is going to happen next. They are awake. The ones who didn’t
receive a dollar were in an expectant mood anyway.Another time the lecture was going to be on eye witness testimony,
which is notoriously unreliable. To illustrate that fact I had a student
from another class come into the room in the middle of the lecture
and get angry at me for giving her a bad grade and to crumple up the
test paper and throw it at me. It was so realistic that some of the
students got up to throw her out just before she left. I told them
to sit down and to take out a piece of paper. Then they knew it was
one of my tricks. I asked them to write down how tall she was, how
much she weighed, and what color shirt she was wearing. My good, she
was from 5’2 to 5’8, she weighed from 110 lbs to 150 lbs,
and she was wearing a shirt that was red, yellow or orange. Poor police.In another class there was a student who was constantly falling asleep
while sitting up. She was doing it everyday. I was more curious that
someone could fall asleep in my class than offended. One day I am standing
by her desk and she is nodding in her sleep and on impulse I lower
my voice into a hypnotic tone and make a suggestion in her direction
that her arm is feeling lighter and is lifting up like being pulled
up, up by a helium balloon on a string. It is called arm levitation.
Her arm lifts up a little. I continue the lecture at the same time
I am interspersing hypnotic suggestions to the girl that her arm is
getting lighter and lighter and rising higher and higher into the air.
The other students are not even listening to the lecture anymore. They
are transfixed watching with fascination each time her arm lifts higher
into the air. I keep shifting back and forth between lecture tone and
hypnotic tone and with each suggestion her arm is lifting higher into
the air. The room is silent with fascination. Finally, the arm is all
the way up into the air and then the trance is broken when someone
in the back of the room giggles. The poor girl looks around at all
the people looking at her and notices her arm in the air and quickly
pulls it down. After class she comes up to me and apologizes for falling
asleep in my class but she is carrying two jobs and cannot keep herself
awake. She would never sleep in my class again she said. No one did.I shudder when I think about that incident now. It was an act of spontaneity
that could have gotten me in a lot of trouble. If the director of the
mental health center thought hypnosis was the work of the devil, my
god what the local administrators, judges would have thought. I was
in Bible Belt country that was right wing to the max. When I left Louisiana
a few years later, one of the candidates for governor had been a member
of the American Nazi Party and a Grand Wizard of the KKK. He got 35%
of the vote. When I left town, there had been vandalism at the graveyard,
probably by teenage thugs, and everyone was abuzz about ‘devil
worshippers.’I became popular with the students and many times they would crowd
into my little windowless closet of an office to have coffee, cigarettes,
chit-chat, and joke. I handed out my own Teacher Evaluation form and
80% of my students thought I was the best teacher they had ever had
in their life, 15% thought I was their best teacher that semester,
and 5% thought I should be hanged. I asked them why they loved me so
much and they said it was because I was so unpredictable and they didn’t
know what to expect next. I should have been happy, but I was bothered
by that 5%.So of course I was fired. I had been there for three years and it
was time to give me tenure or let me go. Tenure was denied for various
reasons unstated and I was given one more year to teach before I had
to go. Paradoxically, they were willing to hire me as half time adjunct
professor at one fourth the salary. When the students found out about
this, they organized a protest, the first protest in favor of a professor
in Louisiana history. Every student who was currently in my classes
or had been in my classes came together and made a protest in front
of the administration building with signs and everything. There were
hundreds of them. The local newspaper came, the local television came,
I was interviewed by the college paper. It was a scene. Administration
never even talked to me. I found out later from a friend in the administration
building that people were running around asking, ‘Did we cover
our butt?’ ‘Yeah, it is all legal,’ was the answer.This and that and it was time to go. I sold everything and went to
the Ashram in India where there were thousands of spiritual seekers.
My first roommate was an Englishman having panic attacks. Lucky guy.
I cured them in one session and in gratitude he gave me initiation
as a Master Reiki. I didn’t believe in it and never used it.Another time I was walking around the Ashram and I noticed this older
woman looking very elegant woman with very rigid physiology. When she
smoked she made very precise movements like it was some kind of military
drill. She had a face like a rock and I assumed the inside of her was
like that too. I was wrong. One day she was digging in her purse looking
for her lighter and I gave her a light. She smiled at me in such a
way that her whole face was shining with light. It made me curious.
I sat down and I asked, ‘You are from Germany, yah?’ ‘Yah,’ she
nods her head. ‘You grew up in Germany, yah?’ ‘Yah,’ she
nods her head. ‘Did you see any bombing when you were growing
up?’ I asked. Her face turned into terror.I don’t know why I asked her that question. Maybe it was intuition
because she was about that age. Maybe it was some kind of instinct.
It turned out to be true. When she was a little girl, the Americans
had bombed her town and she had seen her house destroyed and her little
girlfriends with their heads blown off. That was 47 years ago and she
had repressed the fear all her life. That was why her physiology was
so rigid. When she saw on t.v. the Americans bomb Iraq in the first
Gulf War, all of that repressed fear had come back and now she was
tortured in her sleep. I asked her if it was o.k. for her to let go
of that now and she agreed. I went around looking for someone to translate
and a Dutch guy volunteered. We were in a quiet spot in the bushes
behind the smoking temple and so we did the Trauma Cure right there
on the spot. 30’ later when it was over, I tested it by asking
her what about bombing? Her eye movements went up, down, left, right
looking for the trauma. She couldn’t find it. It was gone. For
the first time in 47 years, the trauma was gone. All the life’s
energy that had been trapped by the fear was released and went rushing
up her spine. She had to move. She kissed me on the cheek and then
apologized for leaving because she had to move, she just had to move.
I looked over at the Dutch guy and he had moved into the chair she
had been sitting in. Ah, he wants something I thought.I got letters of gratitude and love from that woman as she traveled
all over the world for almost a year. I appreciated, but I never answered.
It turned out she was Baroness somebody and was the 10th richest woman
in Germany. I didn’t even ask for money for that session. It
was my work, but it was not a job. It was an offering. There was a Multiversity attached to the Ashram and thousands of people
from all over the world were taking groups and therapy sessions in-between
their meditations. I joined the staff of the Center for Transformation
and gave hundreds of nlp/hypnosis sessions to people from almost half
the countries in the world. After a few years of working for free,
I was offered to write the astrology horoscope for our monthly magazine.
It was a fair size with over 25,000 circulation worldwide and the horoscope
was very popular. They ran my picture and I got ‘famous’ as
an astrologer. People started asking for sessions in astrology. At
first I refused thinking it was just a bunch of chit chat that had
no therapeutic value. I discovered that with nlp language, it had a
lot of therapeutic value. It was of enormous benefit to peoples’ lives.The Ashram changed over the years into a cashram and I left to go
out on my own. I gave sessions to Western meditators in Goa in the
winter and Dharamsala in the summer and sometimes was invited to Europe
to do my work. NLP has been of use to me spiritually as well as professionally.
It has shown me how my mind works, both consciously and unconsciously.
I have been able to amplify one year’s meditation into ten and
progress at a quicker rate. I have been able to tolerate other people’s
suffering by taking it away from them sometimes in the blink of an
eye with a simple reframe. Yeah, people can book a session with me,
but sometimes I don’t wait and just do it on the spot just because
I can. They don’t know what to do with their suffering so I might
as well take it away. It is not a job with me that I have to wait to
get paid. It is my work and a part of my life and it is a joy. I have
become a guerilla therapist and I travel the world and I watch. Sometimes
I do.This winter, 2004, I am in Goa and I dress up in my wizard costume
with tall pointed hat and everything and go walking around the Saturday
Night Market just to see what would happen. All the kids of Western
parents are going gah gah and saying, ‘Harry Potter, Harry Potter.’ One
Western artist with a booth comes running over saying what a great
costume I have and how real it looks. The Indians and Kashmiris in
particular are impressed. They think I am a real wizard because I am
dressed up like a wizard and they believe in wizards. I catch one Kashmiri young man standing close by with his mouth open
and I say if you touch this star on my sleeve, you can have any wish
you want. His eye movements go all over the place as he thinks about
what wish he wants to ask for. Finally, he says he wants to be very
rich. I say o.k., but it is going to make you suffer. He looks at me
in surprise and he asks why. I say think about it: your uncle needs
an operation and he is going to ask you for the money, your sister
wants to get married and is going to ask you for the money, your cousin
is having business trouble and needs money from you to bail him out,
every relative you never knew you had is going to ask you for the money,
and they are going to do it all day, day and night, and if you get
tired of it and refuse, they will hate you and attack you.He thinks about all of that and says, ‘Yeah, you are right,
but this is my first year in business and I am afraid I will not make
it, that’s all. But if I fail, god is with me.” I asked
him, if you succeed, is god with you? He said, yeah. I said then god
is with you whether you fail or succeed? He said, yeah. ‘Then
you are rich,’ I said, ‘You have your wish.’ It was
a simple reframe. He got it and the joy came rushing up into his system
and he put out his hand thumbs up and said, ‘I’ll remember
you.What NLP actually is, in academic terms, is an advanced form of cognitive
behavioral therapy, invented by Richard Bandler and John Grinder in
the 1970s before cognitive behavioral therapy ever got known. Because
Bandler and Grinder were not psychologists, their system of knowledge
never got included in the field of psychology. It is still not included.
In 1993, I went to visit the famous Professor Hans Eysenck at Maudsley
Hospital in London. I told him about the NLP Trauma Cure and he promptly
introduced me to the Chief Psychologist in charge of the trauma program
at the hospital. When he tells me they are getting great results in
only a couple of months, I tell him (possibly with an overinflated
ego-driven competitive smirk on my face) I can do it in 40 minutes.
He looks at me, his jaw drops open, his face turns red, he clinches
his fists, and then he promptly gets up and leaves the room without
a word. So much for scientific curiosity.
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