College student overcomes tramatic schoolyard bullying with hypnotic intervention

This is strange. This is the weirdest thing I’ve had to contend with. This is…I feel uplifted. My soul is clear. He, puking out a mess, a huge mess. It makes me feel uncomfortable, like I’m not in the room. Maybe its like a part of me seeing the end. Something used to live in me. The largest source of pain I had, hate, anger, hurt, love, realisation. Where am I? Who am I? Is this normal? I don’t know what this is. But, I see a road ahead. Head lights in my arms and hills and soon lands lying on the road. A smooth one, with a small line in the middle – is night time but day time has arrived. Something is starting to live in me. Its processing and making me feel just okay for the moment. I can’t see the future. I can’t see life but my mind suddenly has clarity…believe. My feelings and sounds like Munene Kaumbutho. He feels good but he still feels and hears hurt, the darkness of the soul, the intruder darkening and biting every bit of myself as it probably could. It is the most powerful thing I’ve had to contend with. Its not even human, its not even right but it just wants to hurt and destroy every bit of precious life I can hold on to. It parades in the hallways for cycles of pride. It is the most painful and hateful thing I know. But, I feel something taking over – its all over, nice beautiful and loving like a sprit, the spirit I’ve always wanted. It’s taken me so long to feel normal, okay, this is it maybe…I can’t tell what is real or fake. Maybe this is the end. It hurts. It brings tears, hurt and anger to my eyes. I don’t see, do I maybe, where is this and where am I? This love, this is kind, this feels like normal again or sane-ness like I’m ready to get ready. Like the past is no more than a forgotten compulsion of the healthiness. It kills, it hurts, it pains. Maybe no one feel this, maybe no one ever will. Where is this? I’m in heaven alive feeling okay. Now I can feel something running through me. It used to be there. Made me do sensationally evil things. I don’t know anything. But I can see the causeway to hell or life, life as it is like I was possessed by some forgotten demon, lingering and biting on my life as if it were over. The death spirit, the one that looks forsaken, life for the highest spirit of death. It knows where I am it take everything, a living soul that lives in many place at once like my heart.

I remember then, those times; the best of times of my life swimming and living and loving the life that was in me.

There is something living but it knows the clean heart. It knows what to do and has direction. It has a sense of pleasure in the happiness I see in life. Sensational and moral giving. I think I’m in a new place but things are still living. But, things just can’t take over me any further.

Munene Kaumbutho, Nairobie, Kenya – Age 19  May 26, 2011