Hypnotherapy to Let Go of Negative Attachments & Rebuild Confidence

Several years ago, something happened that really shook my world, and for the most part, I thought I’d moved on. But then, when my beloved golden retriever suddenly died, things took an unexpected turn for the “weird.”

In a deep state of grief, I started experiencing these fleeting, almost ghostly flashing visuals that came out of nowhere and hit me like a MAC truck. Sometimes it was a feeling that would just wash over me and stop me in my tracks. Sometimes, even a phantom scent would drift in out of nowhere. It was disorienting, and frankly, a bit unsettling. These weren’t just sad memories; these dark visuals and the accompanying feelings were truly shaking me up, impacting my daily peace and my productivity.

I knew who to call: Joseph Drumheller. I met him at his home in Spokane and after a delightful reunion (it’s been ten years), he ushered me into a dreamy room for my session. 

My memories of the experience aren’t linear, but vivid fragments, like precious, polished stones tossed and landing near each other in no particular pattern. I distinctly remember Joseph gently guiding each part of my body into a state of deep relaxation. My cheekbones felt like sandbags, and my jaw felt like an anchor. Every vertebrae took a deep breath, and I recall moving my arms from the cozy recliner’s rests, fully extending them to create a cross shape with my already outstretched legs.

As he continued to lead me, I eventually felt myself on a glorious ascent, soaring through an endless, cerulean sky, hurtling towards a magnificent castle, its ancient stone towers piercing the clouds. I glided gracefully into its vast, sun-filled courtyard, landing softly before a small, old, ornate gate. This gate opened to reveal a long, winding underground tunnel, not dark or foreboding, but illuminated by thousands of twinkling lights, like fireflies guiding my way along a river’s path. Deeper and deeper I descended, until I emerged into a vast, cavernous room. Its walls and floor were of packed, rich, clean dirt, exuding a fresh, earthy scent that grounded me. In the center sat an oversized, plush royal blue velvet bean bag chair, the very one I’d crafted as a teenager, its fabric familiar and comforting. I settled into it, and my golden retriever, who had been eagerly waiting, enthusiastically kissed my face, then cuddled into my arms. We were together again! Running my fingers through his thick, golden fur felt undeniably real, as though he were alive and with me in another dimension. I’m 100% convinced that we were together in another realm.

I recall Joseph asking me to look for heaviness or darkness throughout my body. I don’t remember his exact words. But I vividly remember the sensation of dead weight, a crushing burden lifting from my heart, and a similar, heavy mass dissolving from my abdomen. But most striking was an awful, stubborn ball of dense negative energy lodged under my left armpit. I remember physically lifting my left arm to release what felt like a bowling ball being pushed through an unyielding rubber tube.

At some point, the air shimmered, and hundreds of tiny, angelic beings, radiating pure joy, materialized inside me. It was evident they were having a blast, moving and working together with such fluidity and cheer that their efforts felt less like work and more like play, utterly undifferentiated. They meticulously combed through every bone, organ, muscle, and hidden crevice of my body, ensuring no trace of darkness remained. Healing me with a cascade of sparkling diamond dust, which they kept in little tiny pouches like those used for rock climbing chalk, it felt like effervescent rain on a sunny day. Old, dirty sand, gritty and heavy, began to spill from my toes—a tangible sign of cleansing. Along with the dirty sand, a dark balloon departed from my foot; as if an angel had pierced it with a needle, it spiraled through the air, rapidly shriveling and vanishing as its trapped breath escaped.

Meanwhile, the joyful little healers blew fresh diamond dust throughout my body, purifying and invigorating me. Some placed shimmering jewels deliberately around my heart, centering a large blue topaz, while others dove directly into my bloodstream, circulating light and healing. The angel, now drenched in love and light, watched on, gently expressing her pleasure with their work.

Though the full sequence of events remains a gentle blur, certain moments shine with crystalline clarity. One such moment was the reappearance of a familiar internal figure: the girl who first emerged in my hypnotherapy session with Joseph over ten years ago, then wielding her wand to set buildings ablaze. This time, her wand was adorned with royal blue, vibrant violet, and bright pink streamers, which she twirled, not outwardly, but deeply within my body, weaving patterns of light and transformation throughout.

Finally, three distinct dark energy entities detached and departed. Two slipped away effortlessly, like deflating balloons, their presence simply fading into nothingness. The third, however—that stubborn knot under my left armpit—resisted. It took the combined, concentrated effort of all the angelic beings to finally push it out, a last, arduous release. When it was gone, I turned to see the main angel, no longer just a presence, but holding a newborn baby, swaddled and precious. With a sudden wave of understanding, I realized she was holding me, a new, unburdened self, as she softly, endlessly repeated, “You’re safe,” and “You’re loved.”

And then, as the sacred journey neared its close, Joseph, with a final, profound gesture, began to fortify my renewed being. He first surrounded me with a bright pink light, an embodiment of love and compassion. Then, with unwavering intention, he layered this with a thick coating of brilliant blue, a powerful essence of protection and safety, ensuring no darkness could ever again penetrate.

As Joseph gently led me out of the session, I found myself back in the familiar blue beanbag chair, my dog again by my side. I didn’t want to come back. It took longer than usual, and Joseph patiently waited for my return, repeatedly telling me to take my time until I was truly ready. I woke with tears gently streaming down my cheeks, feeling utterly weightless, filled with a sense of profound relief, renewal, and peace.

As I recounted what I could recall, Joseph offered a knowing smile, reminding me of my extraordinary creativity and innate intuition. While I’d experienced this intuition in unusual ways throughout my life, it had been buried, a heavy casualty of life’s unexpected challenges and the lessons intended for my growth.

I’m now deeply convinced that I’m only just beginning to discover the true essence of who I am, what my life’s purpose is, and the vast extent of my capabilities. The path forward is clear: I must be in a creative role. And I should be writing. I’m ready to wholeheartedly step into these creative endeavors. And I hope that sharing my journey of swift transformation through hypnotherapy will help others. I’ll continue to document my hypnotherapy session with Joseph as we go deeper. If you’re interested in scheduling an appointment with Joseph, I highly recommend him: click here. 

A Note on Hypnotherapy Sessions: Readers need to understand that every hypnotherapy session is profoundly unique and tailored by one’s own subconscious. As a highly creative individual, my subconscious manifested this particular session with extraordinary creativity and vividness. This blog comes from taking copious notes after my session, coupled with memories surfacing in the days that followed. However, as I continued to delve deeper in subsequent sessions, the experiences shifted, becoming less focused on creative imagery and more intensely real as buried childhood memories surfaced.

Hypnotherapy for Grief and Loss

What I find so mind-blowing about my hypnotherapy session with Joseph Drumheller is the vivid imagery. I truly felt as though I was in a real place—a deeply sacred space where my beloved dog, who passed away suddenly and unexpectedly in August, was tenderly waiting. I’ve never experienced such profound grief and loss before, and yet there I was, cradling him in my arms, his familiar warmth and fur a tangible comfort.

In this sacred space, a full-sized angel, utterly real and present, also appeared, her voice a gentle, comforting whisper repeating, “You’re safe,” and “You’re loved.” I do not doubt her reality; her presence was as tangible as anything I’ve ever known.

My memories of the experience aren’t linear, but vivid fragments, like precious, polished stones tossed and landing near each other in no pattern. I distinctly remember Joseph gently guiding each part of my body into a state of deep relaxation. My cheekbones felt like sandbags, and my jaw felt like an anchor. Every vertebrae took a deep breath, and I recall moving my arms from the cozy recliner’s rests, fully extending them to create a cross shape with my already outstretched legs, having reclined completely before we began.

As he continued to lead me, I eventually felt myself on a glorious ascent, soaring through an endless, cerulean sky, hurtling towards a magnificent castle, its ancient stone towers piercing the clouds. I glided gracefully into its vast, sun-filled courtyard, landing softly before a small, ornate gate. This gate opened to reveal a long, winding underground tunnel, not dark or foreboding, but illuminated by thousands of twinkling lights, like fireflies guiding my way along a river’s path. Deeper and deeper I descended, until I emerged into a vast, cavernous room. Its walls and floor were of packed, rich, clean dirt, exuding a fresh, earthy scent that grounded me. In the center sat an oversized, plush royal blue velvet bean bag chair, the very one I’d crafted as a teenager, its fabric familiar and comforting. I settled into it, and my golden retriever, who had been eagerly waiting, enthusiastically kissed my face, then cuddled into my arms. We were together again! Running my fingers through his thick, golden fur felt undeniably real, as though he were alive and with me in another dimension. I’m 100% convinced that we were together in another realm.

I recall Joseph asking me to look for heaviness or darkness throughout my body. I don’t remember his exact words. But I vividly remember the sensation of dead weight, a crushing burden lifting from my heart, and a similar, heavy mass dissolving from my abdomen. But most striking was an awful, stubborn ball of dense negative energy lodged under my left armpit. I remember physically lifting my left arm to release what felt like a bowling ball being pushed through an unyielding rubber tube.

At some point, the air shimmered, and hundreds of tiny, angelic beings, radiating pure joy, materialized inside me. It was evident they were having a blast, moving and working together with such fluidity and cheer that their efforts felt less like work and more like play, utterly undifferentiated. They meticulously combed through every bone, organ, muscle, and hidden crevice of my body, ensuring no trace of darkness remained. Healing me with a cascade of sparkling diamond dust, which they kept in little tiny pouches like those used for rock climbing chalk, it felt like effervescent rain on a sunny day. Old, dirty sand, gritty and heavy, began to spill from my toes—a tangible sign of cleansing. Along with the dirty sand, a dark balloon departed from my foot; as if an angel had pierced it with a needle, it spiraled through the air, rapidly shriveling and vanishing as its trapped breath escaped.

Meanwhile, the joyful little healers blew fresh diamond dust throughout my body, purifying and invigorating me. Some placed shimmering jewels deliberately around my heart, centering a large blue topaz, while others dove directly into my bloodstream, circulating light and healing. The angel, now drenched in love and light, watched on, gently expressing her pleasure with their work.

Though the full sequence of events remains a gentle blur, certain moments shine with crystalline clarity. One such moment was the reappearance of a familiar internal figure: the girl who first emerged in my hypnotherapy session with Joseph over ten years ago, then wielding her wand to set buildings ablaze. This time, her wand was adorned with royal blue, vibrant violet, and bright pink streamers, which she twirled, not outwardly, but deeply within my body, weaving patterns of light and transformation throughout.

Finally, three distinct dark energy entities detached and departed. Two slipped away effortlessly, like deflating balloons, their presence simply fading into nothingness. The third, however—that stubborn knot under my left armpit—resisted. It took the combined, concentrated effort of all the angelic beings to finally push it out, a last, arduous release. When it was gone, I turned to see the main angel, no longer just a presence, but holding a newborn baby, swaddled and precious. With a sudden wave of understanding, I realized she was holding me, a new, unburdened self, as she softly, endlessly repeated, “You’re safe,” and “You’re loved.”

As Joseph gently led me out of the session, I found myself back in the familiar blue beanbag chair, my dog again by my side. I didn’t want to come back. It took longer than usual, and Joseph patiently waited for my return, repeatedly telling me to take my time until I was truly ready. I woke with tears gently streaming down my cheeks, feeling utterly weightless, filled with a sense of profound relief, renewal, and peace.

As I recounted what I could recall, Joseph offered a knowing smile, reminding me of my extraordinary creativity and innate intuition. While I’d experienced this intuition in unusual ways throughout my life, it had been buried, a heavy casualty of life’s unexpected challenges and the lessons intended for my growth.

I’m now deeply convinced that I’m only just beginning to discover the true essence of who I am, what my life’s purpose is, and the vast extent of my capabilities. The path forward is clear: I must be in a creative role. And I should be writing. I’m ready to wholeheartedly step into these creative endeavors. And I hope that sharing my journey of swift transformation through hypnotherapy will help others. I’ll continue to document my hypnotherapy session with Joseph as we go deeper. If you’re interested in scheduling an appointment with Joseph, I highly recommend him: click here.