HEALING MIND:: Five Steps to Ultimate Healing, Four Rooms for Thoughts: Achieving Satisfaction through a Well Managed Mind - Softcover

Mcdermott, Janice L.

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1504337018 ISBN 13: 9781504337014

Verlag: BalboaPress, 2015

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Healing Mind describes a way of organizing your thinking with the intention of awakening you to your complete self. Because our conscious and unconscious thinking creates our life story, the power of our thoughts affects us in profound ways-contentment and health or illness and turmoil. In these pages, you become your own therapist. Using practical tools for healing a whole variety of emotional and spiritual ills, you approach the past and future in the here and now, which then heals your experience of life. Psychological and theological concepts merge more effectively than ever before to create an incredible inner peace for the religious and non-religious alike. The result is human freedom-a confident and unique way of being that has the potential to overcome the world through profound love.

Our unrecognized and forgotten reactions to hurt are stored in our muscles as stress that limits our ability to respond to our body or emotions, causing us to settle for less than our life's full potential. The majority of individuals prevent themselves from living happy, productive lives because they never address their stored feelings. Don't be most people! Be determined to experience your hidden unresolved physical tension and modify aspects of yourself that do not serve you. Become fully alive. Stand on your own feet and give your own free response to the call of each moment. Experience your life's deep inner satisfaction through a well-managed mind. Achieve ultimate healing.

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JANICE MCDERMOTT, M.ED., LCSW received both her masters' degrees from Louisiana State University and her Gestalt training from the Gestalt Institute of New Orleans. She is a certified Master Neurolinguistic Practitioner and co-author of the classroom and counselor's edition of Grand Ideas from Within(TM), a language enhancing mindfulness program using prerecorded, daily creative imagery activities.

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Healing Mind

5 Steps to Ultimate Healing, 4 Rooms for Thoughts: Achieve Satisfaction Through a Well Managed Mind

By Janice L. McDermott

Balboa Press

Copyright © 2015 Janice McDermott, M.Ed., LCSW
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-5043-3701-4

Contents

Acknowledgments, ix, 
Foreword, xi, 
Introduction, xiii, 
Part I: The Journey, 1, 
Step 1: Building Your Foundation of Support, 17, 
Part II: Spiritual Motivation, 59, 
Spiritual Wellness, 61, 
Step 2: Mentor, 85, 
Room 1: The Mentor, 87, 
Step 3: Critic, 95, 
Room 2: The Critic, 97, 
Step 4: Nurturer, 123, 
Room 3: Divine Nurturer, 125, 
Step 5: Divine Child, 141, 
Room 4: The Divine Child, 143, 
Appendix, 189, 

CHAPTER 1

PART I

THE JOURNEY

Uncomfortable things happen to all of us on our journey to becoming real.; as we drop our facade and allow our authentic self to shine in the presence of others. My journey, though I didn't recognize it as such at the time, began with an unfamiliar internal rumble the news of my father's unexpected death in 1973 initiated. The first time I knowingly set becoming real as a goal was ten years later in 1983 at the Esalen Institute in Big Sur, California.

My anxiety, years of built up childhood fear, was going through the roof in anticipation of my turn on the hot seat. Each participant of the three-sessions-a-day, weeklong workshop randomly took a turn sitting in the hot seat in the center of the circle. The one in the hot seat listened as each member, in turn, commented on his or her experience with the person in the center. I was the last one. I revealed that in the past ten years since my father's death, I had been divorced, had married again, and was now in the process of my second divorce. My internal rumble had become an earthquake. I hurt but didn't cry; I was ugly when I cried. I didn't show emotions in public. As I listened to each comment in turn, I became aware that even with fifteen sets of eyes observing me, no one saw me. Having participated in relating anxiety-laden stories in groups, taking hot spring baths, and getting massages, I hadn't revealed anything. I was imprisoned by my body armor built by all the difficulties of childhood.

How did I get this way? All I was sure of was that I was afraid and that I had been hiding in the role of a good participant, which hadn't turned out very well. I began intense work to discover what lay beneath my fears. Who am I? How do I express my inner being? Answering these questions became for me a Spirit-directed journey using this process I'm sharing with you. The following stories will give you an idea of how I became so untrue to myself.

Each of us has childhood events that set us on a course of armoring ourselves against the world. Mining our childhood memories helps us discover the answers to how, when, and why we hide ourselves against the world. Even the most incidental childhood memory holds a treasure of information as evidenced by our remembering. Our real self lies under all the layers of physical armor build out of fear and others' expectations. We must remove this body armor layer by layer until we reach what is authentic, all our talents and spontaneous creative energy.

My earliest childhood memories begin in the middle of the Second World War. On Sundays, we attended service at a large Christian church. I remember being three years old and standing with five or six other children in front of a large congregation, awaiting my turn to say the Bible verse: "All we like sheep have gone astray" (Isa 53:6). When my turn came, I said, "All we like sheep have gone astray. Leave them alone, and they'll come home, wagging their tails behind them." Everyone laughed; cementing in my mind that church was a fun place.

My father was an airplane mechanic in the manufacturing division of the Ford Willow Run facility, which was a bomber aircraft plant in Michigan during WWII. He built heavy bombers, the B-24 Liberator. Knowing that all the construction teams were "learn as you go" people made him literally sick to his stomach with fear when he once had to fly to another city as part of his job. This was the only time I ever saw him sick. (Two weeks before his death, he made an enjoyable flight to Hawaii.) He modeled wellness and how to hide one's shortcomings for me.

An embellished education history and tenacity for survival through hard work secured him many jobs not usually afforded those with only a sixth-grade education and an inability to spell even the simplest words. Until his death at fifty-nine, he hid his embarrassment of not having an education and prided himself on his problem-solving abilities, math skills, good posture, ideal weight, and strength. He could outthink and outwork the next person and took pride in having the prettiest farm with the straightest fences in the county. Dr. C. Norman Shealy would describe him as living a "conscientious" life. From my father I learned perseverance and gained an appreciation for symmetry. In addition I learned to conceal my less admirable characteristics by unknowingly restricting my diaphragm.

By 1943 my family, along with hundreds of wives and children of servicemen, lived in Louisville, Kentucky, in the rows and rows of two-story yellow cinder block buildings, which had little to no grass, trees, or flowers and only one large asphalt playground for about two hundred or so children of all ages. At that time, government housing was a benefit afforded those whose fathers were involved in the war or war projects. Somehow, I was more privileged than other children were. My daddy was the only daddy coming home at night because he was building airplanes. However, I didn't mention that fact then because the other children wouldn't have liked me (maybe my mother told me that part), and I kept myself in fear through the imagery of his leaving. I built another layer of armor through tension in my shoulders.

The atmosphere in the housing project was always one of fear and foreboding. We were all trapped, waiting for that dreaded knock at the door that announced death; in turn it would necessitate a move for the remaining family members. Fear was so pervasive that I thought I could reach out and touch it, even though I was too young to know what it meant. I imagined it as a black fog rolling in to take the life right out of us when we least expected it — a real boogeyman. I saw the world as a dangerous, life-threatening place. Hence, I became forever hypervigilant and less trusting, a fear point on the Enneagram of personality types, more layers of armor.

My brother, two and a half years younger, was born in Louisville. His arrival changed my status from "only" to "oldest," a new role. Roles are evidence of armoring and serve to restrict our spontaneity. I became over responsible through self-denial.

I had to look out for my little brother, even more so after my father was drafted. Although Dad was deaf in his left ear since birth, the army still wanted him. My father's departure for boot camp at Fort Seal, Oklahoma, and the rationing of meat, sugar, and rubber increased my mother's fear, creating a domino effect in my brother and me. Our parents' fears become our own. My mother, raised with access to all the candy she wanted from her father's grocery, perceived a limited supply of sugar as a real security threat. She responded by keeping one hundred pounds of sugar in an army footlocker. Once when we were traveling by train as we made the move to Louisville, a train porter, noting the weight of the...

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• Verlag: BalboaPress
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2015
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1504337018
• ISBN 13: 9781504337014
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 214
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