Bedtime Stories For Grownups: Volume 1: 1, #1

By Theo Magiciano

Hypnotically subliminal life-altering short stories of triumph, understanding, and the resilience of the unconscious mind by use of neuro-linguistically (NLP) metaphors and various reframes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Theo Magiciano
• Release date: May 19, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201123659

Theo Magiciano

Hypnotherapist of 15 years who has assisted many happy and grateful clients to move from where they were to where they wanted to be. Theo is an empathic lightworker who travels throughout the world powerfully impacting the lives of others toward harmonious living. 

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PREFACE

As a Clinical Master Hypnotherapist, these stories were written from a hypnotherapeutic perspective. There are seven stories, three poems and two screen plays, each contains subtle subliminal messages directed towards the unconscious mind. These stories and poems can be appreciated by both the average reader and the professional storyteller connecting to the reader or listeners unconscious mind allowing it to create its own meanings. As the book’s title infers its best use is during trance work or as a reader before sleep. Either way, each of these stories will create positive impactful hypnotic change in the individual. This is Volume I in a trilogy of life changing stories that are designed to heal the world. Although the contents of these stories contain metaphors which invoke but do not represent the actual circumstances

of an individual’s experiences the unconscious mind will accept what a story seems to imply regardless the belief or phobia and reframe a new solution that aligns with their own life experiences.

I agree with those who perceive the unconscious to be the minds’ protector and so before the release of any unwanted behaviors the unconscious has to be guided towards safe and comfortable options.

In essence a story establishes rapport and lowers resistance thereby opening the door for the unconscious to translate the metaphors of the stories and reframe new possibilities.

- Theo

DEDICATED TO ALL MY CHILDREN:

TOBY, TISH, HANNAH, JOSH, ZOE AND AUDBRY

LETTING GO

Walking down the street he notices that the sidewalk had a lot of cracked cement pads. Funny how he never noticed that before. They had walked this way many times before. The row of shops where they frequently use to go. Eating their sandwiches as they walked back home and running into the various shop alcoves to get out of the rain. He thinks of the time  he kissed her when she  was  trying  to  make  a  point. She laughed. Then she kissed him back. How could she, he told himself. I should have known.

Thinking back, she had told him  from  the  very start. He let me go and come as I pleased, he didn't care one way or another, she had said. I ignored the remark. After all, that wasn't me, he thought. That was their relationship. He passes the antique store and stops. They often use to admire the many odd items that were  displayed.  Now  as  he  studies  the  various figurines, clocks and trinkets he felt sad, knowing that if anything caught his eye, he couldn't buy it for her.

He continues to walk fighting back his tears of  anger. Was he angry with her or  himself,  he thought? Probably both.

She had called him this morning to asking him to pick up the rest of his things. Maybe she would apologize and want to give us another try. They were always able to talk about things without it turning  into an argument. He had always liked that about their relationship. They both hated to argue. They felt that it showed disrespect for the other person, a kind of manipulation or a covert assertion of dominance over the other. Yeah, he thought, I liked that about  us. Standing in front of the apartment steps, he looks up at the door. The door he had stripped sanded and painted. They couldn't decide on the color so they compromised or he settled? Climbing the stairs seemed so familiar. He rang the bell.  Yeah,  she could at least apologize.

The door opens. Standing in the doorway, Oh, you must  be  Tom,  he  says  as  he  extends  his  hand. Come in, I've boxed all your things for you.

SELF IMAGE

I am reminded of a story ... imagine, a man of 30, who we’ll call, Henry he would only talk to women if they talked to him first. He was always fearful of saying or