Adventures in Hypnosis and Psychic Experiences, Part 5

Finding Your Way in the Darkness of The Moon - A Guided Hypnosis Spirit Journey

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Since the Fall of 2023 I have been developing my intuitive abilities to new levels. I have taken workshops and discovered ancestral healing methodologies. My brain has grown bigger than my skull. Through these experiences, I have received numerous nudges from my guides - a symbol here, a bit of knowledge there. It was as if small puzzle pieces of healing were forming in my head through all of this inner work. However, I definitely didn’t know that these pieces were meant to bring everything together as a beautiful portrait. My guides had something to say about this - and they asked for something extraordinary.

On the night of October 4th, I was laying in bed trying to fall asleep. Just a normal day with no crazy stress or racing thoughts in my mind. I got a huge claircognizance push, one I could not push away. My primary guide started to speak to me, show me images, and revealed what all of this year’s buildup of work would lead to. I initially thought it was a story idea, one I could mask as a fictional piece but channel my own healing into the plot points. A few months prior, I had a zoom call with an amazing tarot goddess practitioner and she led me through an exercise where I step into the actual landscape of The Moon card. I didn’t know it then, but this was the final piece of the puzzle for what I was being asked to do. I had to wake myself up to document what was told to me.

These are my actual notes after 10 minutes of communicating with my guide. It is extraordinary, if a bit jumbled:

10/4/2024-write a creative fiction story to help my integration, to dig deeper. Use tarot. Start with hecate’s crossroads and keep walking straight in. It fades into black chaotic swirls and then I am underwater, with no knowledge of which way is up. I rise up and see the beach. I am now Chloe Moon (crab). Tori Amos singing “way down” while under water. I am shapeshifting to equally embody isis as I walk up the shore to the pillars. I am electric as I shift. This is the moon card’s landscape. Alandra (my spirit animal) is the wolf, and one of Hecate's hounds is there too, on either side of the path. Isis is fully embodied in me. And that song “ain't nothin gonna cramp my style, ain't nothin gonna hold me down, oh no, I’ve got to keep on moving” (clairaudience). Humming for comfort. Past the pillars this psalm whispers to me: Psalm 23:4, which reads, “Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me”. My wolf and Hecate's hound come with me and I am simultaneously Isis and myself. Protection. The body trauma is anger - At myself and at life as it became (womb holding it). How I treated myself and my body in my capacity to live and love. Lost honor. My heart feels empty. A lot of cords have been cut but the ones made of steel are holding on. Need to embrace love. I am wearing a white flowing dress and my hair is long and dark. I am barefoot. Title-woman, interrupted for the moon card’s in the tarot series. The feeling of the dark black is like original Willy Wonka’s scary tunnel scene. Look at the Druid craft hp card for the pillars, linking back to moon card.

Here’s the Tori Amos song - it is the gospel singers singing “waaaayyy dowwwnnn”:

This song has played in my hypnosis sessions before. Tori’s music is in my soul, and an essential part of the healing work I have done. And of course this silly pop song’s chorus encouraging me to keep walking down the path:

When I wrote all of the notes, I fully intended it to be a semi-fictional project. However, the next morning, it settled in my mind what I had to do - this is a fully fleshed out spirit journey I needed to take - I had to go past the pillars in The Moon card. I was terrified, because I knew this was the path to the deepest depths of my mind. I had no clue what was there, and I knew I needed help. I knew I did not have the ability to do this on my own, so I called my hypnotherapist. She is local and does sessions in her home. She agreed to my unusual request. I sent her my notes and scheduled the session. I trusted her to shape my chaotic notes into a cohesive spirit journey.

When I arrived at her home in the beautiful, quiet mesa in Joshua Tree I knew I was doing the right thing and it would be amazing. The desert out here holds sacred power, it hums. Then there is my hypnotherapist - you see, she is a magical woman. We share similar pagan beliefs and she understands me. She once told me, “I have stopped directing you step-by-step because you are always one step ahead of me in your journeys” as I am a little pre-cognitive, but only by moments. Nothing too impressive. She had me sit in a comfortable reclining chair with my feet propped up on a cushion in front of me. After a discussion on how this would work, she lit sage and a candle, and we got to work.

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Every hypnosis session starts with a deep relaxation, slowing down my mind and body so that I am not quite asleep, as I am aware of my physical surrounds with all the sounds in it, and my body becomes quite limp in the chair. I am a puddle of relaxation.

She counts backwards and tells me that I am now in a great roman marble hall. I first have to look at my feet, which are barefoot. I am wearing a flowing white dress, cinched at the waist with some kind of rope. Along either side of that hall are small alters with things on them. I am to stop at each one. Each altar is an elemental blessing - air, fire, water, and earth. This is for protection and to connect properly for the journey ahead. There is a door at the end of the hall, and I am to open the door. She counts backwards again, and places me in a deeper relaxed state before I proceed.

Beyond this door is the edge of a forest with a path to follow into it. It is night, peaceful. I walk on the path towards the forest and into the sea of trees and foliage. Ahead on the path is pure black. The blackest black one can imagine. The trees just stop, and the wall of black is the only way to navigate. I must walk into this blackness to access the moon.

As I approach this portal, I am suddenly thrust into black water. I am swimming. This is where I hear Tori Amos’ song sing “waaayy downnn . . . she goes . . .” I need to swim up, and yet I am surrounded, and not sure where up really is. These are primordial waters of creation. I eventually see that the waters start to clear and I can see the shore of The Moon card. It is now day.

Walking up the shore, I simultaneously become Isis, my matron Goddess, and my alter ego “Chloe Moon”. The day looks like early evening. I meet my dogs at the shore, and their heads nuzzle up to my hands in greeting. One is my spirit animal, a great grey wolf named Alandra. The other is one of Hecate’s black hounds, on loan. They are my protection from lower energies which may affect me in a negative way. From this moment on, they will be referred to as my “security detail”.

We walk up to the pillars, and the silly pop song does not play in my head, but its probably for the best (it’s such an earworm!). I am a bit nervous, but I proceed with my security detail in perfect trust.

Side note: having my hypnotherapist here guiding me also lends to the feeling of safety. I ask her for assistance when I don’t know what to do next.

The day turns to night, and all I see is a moonlit path and various rocks, trees, and foliage on either side. I walk the path and soon see a semi-tall castle wall with a drawbridge down, but an iron gate locked tight. No mote, though, which I found interesting. I approach the gate, and it is locked tight, and the only way to open it is to lift it up.

I ask my hypnotherapist for help, I feel stuck. She ask me, “Do you see any tools around to help you lift the gate?”

Taking her advice, I ponder what to do. I remember something from my prior inner work, blue flames. The source. I pull up the energy through my feet from Gaia herself. The energy travels through my body to my hands, which then ignite into blue flames. I pull up the bottom of the gate, and it lifts up just enough for my security detail and I to crawl under. I am now in the locked part of my unconscious.

I am in a courtyard, with 5 little houses in front of me that are all different from one another. I then understand that I need to go into each one. I look to my left and understand that this is the first house I must visit. My security detail and I walk towards an ancient round hut with a straw roof. Inside a small fire is lit. We walk inside and I see an old wise woman inside sitting by the fire. Immediately I know that is is not human, but a deity. The words in my mind are “Spider Woman”, the “Grandmother”. She is the weaver of time.

Back in my chair in that living room, I can feel the energy of this deity all around my physical body, wrapped around me. It does not feel negative, but it is intense and almost too much to bear. I tell this to my hypnotherapist and she advises me to relax into it and simply sit by the fire across from her.

I sit by the fire and have a conversation with her, and the energy relaxes to a tolerable level. While much of what she says is personal, one thing she says that stands out and also important to a later moment in this journey, is that time is not linear. The past, present, and future are all happening at the same time. Humans must have a linear understanding of time, but it is simply not how it works.

(This is something energy workers are aware of, by the way. Not a new idea. It was nice to here it from the Weaver)

A spit with a manual crank appears over the fire, and I am understanding that I need to make an offering.

I ask my hypnotherapist that I was unsure what to offer or how to do it. She said to simply hold out my hand in front of me and see what appears.

I hold out my hand and an apple appears. I hand it to the Weaver and she proceeds to pierce it onto the spit so it bakes over the fire. We both rotate the apple until it is toasty and soft. The Weaver removes it from the spit and cuts it in half. Taking it from her, I understand that I need to eat it. This is a sacred offering. I eat it and it tastes like sweet apple pie filling, so delicious. The Weaver tells me that my divine feminine and masculine are now balanced. It feels really good.

I leave the hut and walk back into the courtyard. The second house is an octagonal stone cottage. This is no surprise to me, as it is a room I use for liminal work. It is a safe space. I walk into the cottage without my security details, for I already know its ok to enter. My ancestor guide is in there, and she blesses me. She tells me something she has told me before, “Fly, girl, fly”. I thank her, and leave the cottage.

Back in the courtyard, I reunite with my security detail and look at the next house. This one is the one I dread to enter. It is an old, dilapidated medieval house. This is where the pain lives, and I knew it would not be easy. I sent my security detail in first, to make sure it was safe. Then I walked in to a very dark, dusty, and neglected small room. I understand that is a very old apothecary. I cannot see much of anything, so I use my blue flames on my hand to light up the room. I see a table top wrap around on the right-side corner and a large cauldron on the left. On the table top are a mess of old iron-wrought medieval tools and devices. They are covered with so much dust and cobwebs I cannot make out any single object. I see an old candelabra on the right with short wax candle stubs still on the arms. I use my blue flames to light the candles and the room lights up.

Looking to the left side, I understand that I need to do some potion work in the cauldron. I look inside and see a dried rose with a long, dried stem. The kind of rose that one would hang upside down as it dried out.

I ask my hypnotherapist for help, as I don’t really know what to do. She suggests to look around to ingredients. All I see are small bottles whose ingredients are no longer inside. I tell her this and she said, “What did Spider Woman tell you about time?” Yes, I need to turn back time.

I kneel at the cauldron and close my eyes, concentrating on turning back time to when this apothecary was still in use. When I open my eyes, the room is bright and the instruments are back in an orderly fashion on the tabletop. The dried rose in the cauldron is now a healthy rose with a long stem. I look at the potion ingredient bottles, and they are full. I am ready to brew a potion. I take the first bottle and open it. Mercury. I am fearful because it is poison. However, I know I need to pour this in. The next three bottles are three varieties of the same thing - ground gemstones suspending in some kind of clear liquid - ruby, peridot, and amethyst. These are the birth stones of my son, my mother, and myself. I pour each one in. I understand that I need to stir this potion together with the rose stem. When I look in, it is mixed with some kind of base liquid so it is like a pot of soup.

I then understand that I need to drink this potion, and I don’t want to because of the mercury. My hypnotherapist says that it will be ok. So I look down at my hand to see a ladle handle. I dip the ladle in and take a drink of the potions. I didn’t die!

My security detail and I are done in this room, so we return to the courtyard. The next house is not a house, but a campsite with a canopy over it. A small fire is lit, and a ring of dirt floor is cleared around it. Beyond that, tall grass about knee-high. We walk to the camp and I am unsure what to do, until my spirit animal guide starts to pull up the grass with her mouth. I do the same. I understand that I need to braid it into a large circle. After I do this, I then understand that I need to throw this braided circle of grass into the fire. As it burns I realize that I braided sweetgrass, and as it smokes and burns I see a circle of iron remain. I then understand that I need to place this over my back and secure it like a backpack. I do this (the material to do this appearing just when I need it), and I am told in my mind that I have burned away my outer exterior coping mechanisms that do not serve me well. The iron circle is now a part of me, and this iron is my true core strength fully integrated.

Back in the courtyard, I look at the last house. It is a small cottage, and the windows are beaming with brilliant bright white light. I am not afraid of this house. We walk into the cottage to find a comfortable room filled with lightning bugs, but they are not that at all. I understand that these are my ancestors, possibly their souls. This place is safe, and a reward at the end of the journey. My dogs lie down and I lounge against them and relax. My ancestors fly around me and a few settle on my arm. I understand that I need to ingest a few of them. Full integration with my lineage. I spend some time reveling in the love and light in this place until it is time to leave.

Back out in the courtyard, all the houses visited, and I take a moment. Looking down at my dress, I notice that is now red, where it was white before. The cord around my waste is gold. The gate is wide open and I walk back through the path directly to the edge of the forest outside of the roman hall. I see Hecate there waiting for me, ready to take her black dog. I offer her a vial of my potion, and pour it in her cauldron. I walk to the hall’s door and exit the journey. My hypnotherapist brings me back.

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This was alot, thank you for making it this far. When I come out of the hypnosis session, she asked me if I knew how long I was under (I had no clue). She told me that I was under for an hour and a half. I was shocked!!! It was absolutely amazing. I walked out of her home feeling like a new person with so much to process with the symbolism and personal meanings behind it all.

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Thoughts? Comments? I would love to hear from all of you beautiful people! This post has been a long time coming. I had to process alot after this, and its been amazing. Love you all!