Each individual that experiences QHHT has their own unique experience, I’ve noticed that the needs or the interest of the person is what usually gets focussed on most. If somebody is more interested in healing they get more energy healing and advice from the Subconscious surrounding this in how to help themselves going forwards. Food advice is often received, and if there was one message I hear above all else within Quantum Healing Hypnosis Therapy sessions from the Subconscious (Higher Self) is that the person needs to meditate. If the individual has more of an interest in learning about their lineage and other lives, then there is more focus on Past Life Regression and often Parallel Lives. Often more than one life is experienced, frequently showing opposites in experiences and often includes a Quantum experience without a body. And if the individual is more interested in getting some questions answered, then more of an in depth account transpires here. However mostly, a good balance of all is received. Occasionally sessions become more like a channeling. I maintain, as Dolores Canon did, that the Subconscious will not give more information than the individual can handle and your experience will be in alignment with how open you are on your journey.

A recent session was with a man that did not have health issues, he wanted general personal healing and spiritual growth from his personal Quantum Healing Hypnosis Therapy session. The only issue he spoke of was of losing confidence at the beginning of speaking in a group and would like to have more confidence here.

This session started as the experience of light spinning, unfolding into being in a tomb and tending to it. He had long hair and wore white. There was a table with a dead body on it and tools were being used on it to prepare the body. He lived in the temple at the time of Ra. What we call a leap frog experience spontaneously happened, this is where the Subconscious moves a person’s awareness from one life to another. His sight was drawn to some steps and as he followed them, he was in a different era and scene entirely wearing puffy pantaloons, and gold rings with elaborate stones. He was, in his words, fat as an older man with a beard, drinking wine from a goblet, and he got drunk a lot. His name was Henry and he lived in a castle, he didn’t trust anyone, only the servant. He got married to a woman with red hair and events unfolded until he eventually died with his wife and some other people there tending to him, he was sick with a disease and overweight. Looking back at the life from a spirit point of view, he recognised he had an abusive way, he had much power and greed, with no love, he was rude and aggressive. The learning from that life was to remember the lessons, and keep being nice to people…:)

Every now and again throughout the experience he would see a bird like eagle, then it transitioned into a man type bird. He went into a cloud and floated, and saw the bird there again. They have a little laugh whilst they observed a planet. All seemed quite ammusing from this point of view and they enjoyed themselves. He felt really chilled looking at the stars and had a floaty energy in the Cosmos. He then observed energy coming to planet Earth, the purpose of which was to assist with increasing the energetic vibration. He could really feel this energy healing himself also. As sometimes happens when healing has been experienced, he needed to go to the toilet, this is a release of what no longer serves including toxic emotions. When he returned to the therapy room, we picked up where he left off and he then saw the Sun and felt ‘energetically fuzzy’, he was receiving another healing as he observed the Sun providing Healing to earth and the Universe also.

The bird reappeared and transitioned again, this time into a woman dressed in white, she showed him a Native American Elder with a large feather head dress. “He is happy with me and is healing me.” He said, “You are me and I am you.” “He’s been telling me for ages I have strength and wisdom, but with power comes responsibility and I am still learning. I need to wise up and keep doing the meditation and keep healing myself. I had many lives. My energies are changing, he is helping my head now, his hands are on my head. Meditate, don’t lower your energies. Avoid negative people, I can’t help them, you need to help yourself and that will help others. The Indian man says be wise. The white woman is an Angel.”

I called in the Subconscious (Higher Self) to clarify some of what had been detailed and answer his 6 life questions he had handed me before the session. The Subconscious confirmed that the bird he kept witnessing was because this is a soul connection and is always with him. He is on the right path and has received DNA activation. His gifts are to help others and love. He feels their energy. He can connect to Source for Healing, stay grounded and be in nature it is good for him, meditate (the higher self says this so often in QHHT.) Healthy eating will help ground him and being with people he loves. If he wants to go to the New Earth he can. He needs to connect to Earth. Move with Earth. He’s trying and is doing ok. He can move his attention from his head to his heart.

His son has Addisons disease, remote healing was given with permission from his son’s Subconscious (S.C.), to do remote healing we must seek permission from the subjects Subconscious as free will is important. The S.C. said this healing had been done before and continued now. He is Love. Nature will help him, he got scared coming to Earth and fought it at birth, that is why he was premature. He has many guides, he is an Angel, a Light, he is going to help people.

The S.C. focussed on the body and stated; “This body is turbo charged. Give this to other people by being with them, you can help them.” “He has changed a lot.”

In regards to the confidence issues in speaking to groups the Subconscious said that he needs to ground himself and not overthink it too much and confidence will come, the S.C. agreed to help him.

The last message received from the S.C. was; “He knows. It doesn’t matter what path you take – you have fate.”

As he came back to conscious awareness, he said he could still feel the Native Indian man’s hands on his head. He felt really energised and felt the energy vibration even after the session. He said he really enjoyed this Quantum Healing Hypnosis Therapy session and would love for his wife to do it also.

As in all matters someone else cannot be pushed. When you feel the time is right then get in touch to discover more about yourself to develop your awareness, recondition yourself to the truth and grow.

The Quantum Healing Hypnosis Therapy experience is unique to the individual, after the client and myself have a relaxed chat about their life and what they’d like to achieve, we then move on and it is the Subconscious that chooses the most relevant time and place to focus initially for the benefit of the persons development, and this part of the session can lead ANYWHERE… There maybe resources gained here, realisations, emotional patterns can be seen for what they are, so no longer have any hold over the individual, this part whether it be a past life regression, parallel life or future progression, acts much like a bedtime story to the child before they go to sleep, the regression / progression deepens the levels in order to get the clients questions answered. Most people report an energy exchange and the feeling of expansiveness and lightness after the session.

The following is an account of one gentleman’s Quantum Healing Hypnosis Therapy experience in his words and by permission of Chris:

“After the initial induction I found myself staring into nothing for one or two minutes. There were no sounds, shapes or feelings I could identify with, and as the minutes progressed I could only really sense an empty vacuum, which was laid out in front of me. Whilst more white than anything else, there was a warm, yellowish hue covering the entirety of it, much akin to staring into the sun with gently closed eyes. Any darkness that did exist was simply pushed to the side, lapping away at the edges until the brightness was all that existed.

At that juncture my instincts became more pronounced, and I felt a pull, a gentle sense of traction, before realising that the vacuum had become something I could almost touch. It was a brilliant white light that reverberated with energy, akin to a barrier or a force, yet there was an authority within it. My presence was known and I felt inferior, and whatever it was I felt accountable towards it.

The transition that followed was seamless. I was on a hard floor, possibly stone or marble, but almost certainly masonic. The room was dark and circular, at least twenty metres in diameter, although I couldn’t see the walls. But I knew where they were. There were etchings on the floor which paralleled the circular contours of the room. The ceiling was ceramic and heightened towards the centre. It was formal, ecclesiastical but not necessarily man-made. My vision was blurred, like an incomplete watercolour. But I knew the above. I could sense distance, shape, direction and substance. And I could hear.

It was clear immediately that I was being evaluated, in that I was in the presence of a council, or wise people as I referred to them at the time. I felt uneasy. The whispering was incessant and encircled the room like a wind. I couldn’t differentiate the words, but the subject of discussion, of thought, was me. My sight was impeded, my face seemingly pressed against the floor, but there was a distinct formality in tone. The tenor generally was one of disapproval, and I felt splayed on the ground like a number on a clockface, whilst those around me determined their readiness to intervene. Their frustration was palpable. In life, I’d possibly helped others as an excuse not to help myself. Here, my failings were contrived, and whatever assistance was being considered was being weighed against my sincerity to try. They had the potential to intervene, but would not do so in a manner likely to offset the need for responsibility from me. Only one chose to swim against the tide. Ironically, he seemed the most senior of all.

They weren’t conventionally human, in that they were unusually tall. I couldn’t quite see their faces, although their arms were very straight which gave their bodies an elongated, box-type appearance, but with ethereal robes both tattered and majestic, which ebbed and flowed as their garments trapped the underlying light. As the figure approached the others faded away, and we were alone. I knew that something would happen, although until now I hadn’t realised the nature of whose presence I was in. Upon drawing close his devastation cut me to the bone. He fell to his knees, his face contorted in despair, whilst I evaporated as I seeped through his fingers. In life I had imprisoned my potential, yet he had only wanted the best. The outside I didn’t recognise, but the inside was my father. He’d passed into spirit when I was a child.

A sense of urgency took hold. We were both standing, roughly ten metres apart. No words were spoken at first. A trough of energy passed directly from his head into mine. It was thick, white and continuous. I felt difficulties aligning initially, but the negativity within me was being pulverised. It wasn’t a download but a purging. He was making way for what was to come. Part of me was scared but we both knew it was necessary. This continued for some time. The strain and the pressure on him grew. He was beginning to arch his back, using the beam of light to lift me from the floor. It was as if he was trying to pull me past a certain point. My energy was being raised as I felt the lift. It was difficult, but I respected what he was trying to do. It was as if help from the other side was a responsibility bestowed, not a gift to be freely exploited whenever the need arose. Exhausted when finished, he made it clear it was for me to reciprocate, just not to him. Above all else I was being asked to commit to life and to try, just to try. A sense of responsibility was surging through me.

Upon leaving my father I was taken to another point in time. I was on a pavement, and the climate was soaring. Technology permeated and pulsed through everything. It was like a beating heart and I could feel it. The buildings were made almost entirely of glass, and I felt like I was in the financial district of a capital city, possibly Japan or Singapore. It wasn’t Christmas, but it may well have been. I felt brand new in an altogether different playground. Potential was everywhere.

Those around me were impatient. I wanted to absorb everything, to breathe it in. They were lost in the type of reality that I used to know, but I didn’t care. My priorities were different, my fashion sense also.

I was then progressed to where I was living. It was elevated, forming part of a skyscraper. The outer contours of the building were uneven, in that some of the apartments protruded more directly into the open air. It’s difficult to explain but some of the floors and the ceilings were either retractable or transparent, allowing the sky to blend with the building interiors, even at great heights. Entry was via a formal reception on the ground floor, and my apartment was decorated in creme and beige marble. It was stunning.

The food was restaurant standard, and I certainly hadn’t cooked it. My plate had a single rack of exquisite ribs which glistened in the light, and I felt a strong female presence to my left. I just couldn’t see her yet. I knew that she’d cooked for me, and that she was waiting nervously until I’d given her permission to speak. When she did communicate the words were delivered in a firm, affirmative tone, and were deliberately over-enunciated. I could hear her. I could lip-read what she was saying, and I could feel her emotions. I could resonate with the vibrations inside her head. “You need me.” That is what I was being told repeatedly. “We are a team.” Those were the comments that were being mouthed. I felt her strength immediately. She was determined, an expert in intention. And I knew that she was going to do something similar to what my father had done previously, although this time it would be a download as opposed to a clearing. It felt like I was being hard-wired, and that all I had to do was grant her permission. Her hands locked onto the temples on the side of my head. Her eye contact was unflinching, but this wasn’t a female thing; it was a soul thing. The white light beckoned once more. This time it was an installation. She was re-aligning me. It was like a drug and I loved it, and we’d been here before.

Once complete I was asked to focus on what I did for a living. I couldn’t guage it exactly, but I knew it was technology driven within the context of media or telecommunications generally. In real life I am very creative, although the opportunities don’t exist in my current field. There, I felt like the next Steve Job, where others worked to my tempo, rather than me their’s.

From that point I was progressed to an important day. It was a clifftop wedding. I knew exactly who the protagonists were. There were about thirty people present and the atmosphere was relaxed, slightly raucous maybe. It was as if I should have done it years earlier, and the audience were teasing. It didn’t matter. I could feel the grass on my feet and the sea breeze against my skin. She made me feel safe. I didn’t even need to look in her direction but I did. I felt it. I just knew. The subtle memories that stood out were the white trellacing against the blue sky, and that I was wearing a suit with nothing on my feet. Just little things that made it real. I felt whole.

Upon advancing further forward in time I couldn’t really see an image, but the feeling overwhelmingly was one of discord, of emotional strain. Within the session I was uncomfortable. I hadn’t expected this to be part of it. The strange point was I understood exactly what was happening. I didn’t need anyone to clarify events or enter into dialogue. I already knew what I’m culpable of. In life and as a child, I had consciously prioritised exam results over people. Here, I was prioritising professional creativity over her. I hope it was a warning and nothing more, although I then left that scene quickly and moved ahead to another event.

The flashforward after that was fairly brief in that I was present at an awards ceremony. I was older, at least in my mid to late fifties, and I was respected by others to the point of being revered, in that I had used my brain and the way that I think to elevate my standing in society. I was like a statesman, although my role that day was simply to acknowledge my younger brother through being present, as the day was for him. He was nervous, but he had no reason to be, and it was part of my task to try to settle him down. No-one else was with me, and the atmosphere felt a little sombre and serious. I was very formally dressed, although there was a slight feeling of isolation.

My final viewing involved being progressed to the last day of that life. The second part of my life is as whole as the first is empty. At that point, and knowing that death is inevitable, I have to be in a position to contrast the two without distraction from those who will grieve. The overwhelming feeling I have is one of pride, which I contrast instantly with the earlier vision of watching myself dissipate through my father’s hands. I couldn’t believe what had been achieved, and I need to be able to experience that paradox for just a short time, whilst awaiting the end in a more profound state of mind. I die alone with a sense of peace and acceptance of what had to happen. I die at peace with life, and I die at peace with me.

My session with my subconscious or higher self was quite unusual. Some questions weren’t answered, and the suggestion of a technical role in my current field was avered from, in that I needed something more creative. The need to interact with people, with society, was heavily flagged, and I saw myself as a petulant, stubborn child who had no knowledge of how powerful he is or what he could do. My principal strength was my ability to take groups of people forward, to forge ahead. In this life, I may be at the forefront of that. I remember feeling at the time that my voice was slightly deeper, and that the thoughts seemed to be coming from a different side of my brain. Although I was aware of all of it, and I had full knowledge of the conversation as it played out.

The final scene, for me, was perhaps the most vivid. I was asked to do a digital scan of my body, and at that point I was very much aware of my physical surroundings, the fact that I was lying down and the direction I was facing. Without opening my eyes I tilted my head forward, and as I looked down I could see my body and my organs laid out in a digital form, delineated by a laser-blue outline with no bones or flesh. Without consciously thinking it, a vibrational tracer launched from my head to my feet in a perfectly straight line. It was quick, although as it drew parallel with my waist there was a deep maroon glow towards the lower left of my torso. It was pinpoint accurate, and appeared to be in the final part of the colon, about the size of a button. I was surprised initially, as I’d believed my IBS to be more psychological than physiological, but the tracer re-initiated itself repeatedly and flagged the same area each time, so I knew. Upon commenting that something was wrong I affirmed that it was trivial and that I could fix it. I then simply intended its removal, which was effortless and took about two seconds. As the maroon glow disappeared I simply confirmed that it was done.

My final advice to my conscious self was to just be, whereupon I set my password to return to the state of bliss should I choose to do so. And I was then brought back towards full consciousness, and the session was complete.” – Chris

…And this is Chris’s testimonial:

Dear Natalie,

I’m still blown away really, and can’t stop thinking about everything. The principal health issue has improved about seventy-five percent already, and I think it will clear up altogether within a few weeks. I just need to be more focused in a few areas, particularly in relation to the way I interact with others, and what I choose to think about when I’m alone. My biggest concern going into the session was the potential surrender of control to you, although having spent four hours in your home I’m not sure that’s the right phrase. If I had to give an analogy it’s a bit like scuba diving with someone up top to watch your back, who keeps the motor running as gently as possible, and who knows exactly when to shift direction, however slight, so that everything keeps moving forward very deftly in the way that it needs to. I think in hindsight I was possibly tainted by my perception of celebrity hypnotists who drag people up on stage etc., although for me this was more of a lucid dream which became more and more real, and in parts, very emotional. Anyway…… for those who haven’t tried it I think the benefits are twofold: a) immediate healing as it happens; and b) a complete reversal in how you see your life going forward, together with an introduction to a philosophy you could spend years looking into. I know the possibility of life reversal sounds contrived for those who think they’ve tried everything. The simple explanation is you probably haven’t. Expect to be hard-wired by a level of intelligence you won’t understand, and expect to be found by those who need to find you. As for Natalie, expect a five-star professional who’s completely golden. Having been I would have paid ten times over, and then some. The only regret you’ll have is that you didn’t go sooner, and whilst it’s heavily intertwined with principles of past-life regression which may be new territory for some, that isn’t necessarily the direction the session will take, as the entirety of what I saw, save for being reunited with a person I really needed to see, was ahead of me, depending upon what I choose to do from here on in. When the session ends, you’ll feel as though you’re floating on air in a memory foam recliner, and that’s just the start. This is frontier level stuff, where science has attempted to disable your warning mechanisms in the pretence that you’re cured. The future couldn’t be more intriguing……

Natalie, a deserved and sincere thank you (and I’ll send a separate account of what I actually saw, as there was a bit more information beyond what’s been recorded, which may or may not be relevant at a future date – I just couldn’t enunciate it fully at the time). THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU.” – Chris

What life questions do you have that you sense – once you have the answers to, would really make a difference in how you viewed your life / the World / the Universe and your place in it?

There are many interviews available on You Tube of Dolores Cannon explaining her findings as a regressionist, she is also an author of many metaphysical books detailing the profound findings and information given by the subconscious of her various clients from all over the world.  She established the QHHT™ method over 45 years as a past life regressionist, she is referred to as a reporter of lost knowledge from the ‘Source of All Knowledge’ – The Subconscious. However many people are being given information from their future lives also, there is always free will and choice and this experience offers insight and a renewed perspective and is encouraging.

Your deepest knowing is channelled through your session of Quantum Healing Hypnosis Therapy pioneered and founded by Dolores Cannon. I was trained by Dolores herself directly and not over the internet for both the Level 1 and Level 2 Practitioner Trainings and have been facilitating these sessions ever since. Prior to this I was already an experienced and fully qualified Advanced Hypnotherapist since 2004. I will be happy to hear from you to discuss your own personal and confidential session.

Dolores Cannon and the QHHT™ Practitioners she has personally trained are experiencing an evolution in the work of QHHT™ we offer as hypnotherapists. Clients (who are coming from all over the world) are no longer experiencing regressions into past lives. Dolores Cannon gives another explanation of the findings that have come through her clients over the years and especially relevant to our changing times now in the following link as it appears that many of us are speeding up in our evolution and moving into a New Earth:

Dolores Cannon and the QHHT Practitioners she has personally trained are experiencing an evolution in the work we offer as hypnotherapists. Clients (who are coming from all over the world) are no longer experiencing regressions into past lives.

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