What follows this introduction is my girl’s description of the fruit of my 21-year-long hypnosis project.
The fruit of my consistent 21-year-long hypnotic efforts is the state of mind of my girl, who has been the object of my hypnotic, confidence building indoctrination.
She doesn’t remember this, but, when she was very young and kept on asking me in a typical child-like fashion:“What is this? What is that?”, I would invariably tell her: “It is what you see... You can give it any name you wish.”
I would even go as far, as to propose some names which could be given to the objects she questioned.
In this way, I was sowing in her mind powerful seeds of confidence.
I was simply leaving the business of naming the surrounding her reality in her own hands.
And as I was building her confidence, via letting her run the show of deciding what names to give to various objects, I was confident myself that what I was doing wasn’t going to have any negative effect on her young mind.
I knew that, sooner or latter, she would find out the common names for all things around her, but, because I allowed her to be her own NAME DESIGNER, she was building in herself tremendous confidence to shape the world she lived in.
In this way, the world she lived in was no IMPOSED upon her.
She could IMPOSE her own ideas upon it.
In this way, she was learning to utilize her own inherent, creative freedom.
What my girl presents in her own words below, is a testament to what can be accomplished via parental usage of confidence building hypnosis.
It is also a testament to the incredible value of the work I perform in the lives of those, with whom I’ve been blessed to meet, on the grounds of the hypnotic confidence building process.
What my own girl says about me confirms to me the reality, and the validity of what I do in a way which no other testimonial could ever deliver.
What she says, makes me utterly confident about the way in which I approach the process of the hypnotic conditioning of the human mind.
Enough of me rumbling!
I never really think about myself as a confident person until somebody else brings it up, which in fact happens more often than you would think.
Whether it be getting up in front of an audience of more than 300 peers to sing an original song about art history on a guitar I barely know how to play (instead of giving a boring seminar), to volunteering to rap on stage at a busy night club at an open mic, I never really stop to think that it’s “confidence” that makes me act like this, but it’s clearly a key characteristic one must have in order to do so.
There are many ways in which confidence affects my life, and I’m sure, they are often underrated by my conscious awareness.
I’ve always been regarded by my friends and known to others to be a goofy girl, unafraid to make a fool of herself for the sake of a good laugh – unafraid of what other people might be thinking or if they might be judging me.
In my mind, under those social circumstances, I can’t possibly fathom how, what other people think can affect someone else’s self-esteem or performance in the slightest.
I can’t tell you exactly why I feel this way, or how I am so confident in my own skin, but I can give you a few theories.
Firstly, I believe my confidence comes from the unconditional love and support I get from my family.
Ever since I can remember, I have always been encouraged by them to pursue whatever it is that I wanted to, and to believe that no matter what I chose, I’d be amazing at it, if I genuinely tried my best.
They taught me that the world was my oyster – that anybody could be good at anything if they really worked for it.
My father, specifically, was the one who taught me at a very young age that there is no difference between me and the great men and women of history.
They were human, as I am human.
They lived in the same world with the same physical capabilities and limitations, and the only thing that separated them from ordinary people were their mental capabilities and strong beliefs in their causes and in themselves.
Not to have fear to reach my goals was the main life lesson my father has taught me, and it truly does affect my actions every single day.
This confidence doesn’t only carry out in aspects of my social life, where I am usually the most talkative and outgoing person of the party, but it also follows me in my career where I am an aspiring (still a student!) designer.
Most parents, when their children tell them they want to pursue a career in fine arts, will probably try to discourage them by giving them several reasons how it isn’t economical and how it’ll be incredibly difficult to find employment in that specific field (I’m sure you all know the “starving artist” speech).
But my parents, however, were behind my decision, 110%.
My mother being an artist herself was proud of me for following in her footsteps, but my father (clearly in a totally unrelated field of work) was the one who sat me down and talked to me about the great advertising firms, about Saatchi & Saatchi, how no matter what I choose to study and work for, there was always the potential for greatness.
With this inspiration, I applied to several digital media and design programs in the country, putting together my very first portfolio.
Now, before you get the impression that my father sugar-coats everything and makes me falsely believe that I really am the golden child, let me tell you, after showing him my portfolio that I had put so much time and energy into, he verbally tore it apart.
He told me it would never meet the criteria and expectations of the so-highly regarded programs that I had applied to, and that I’d probably have to start over if I really wanted a shot at getting in.
Another life lesson: take criticism as constructively as you possibly can.
Never, ever let it bring you down or stop you.
This is something else my father brainwashed me with, at a young age – he would tell me that my grades were too low (math would be the death of me), or that my piano playing sounded like I was butchering an animal, or that my artwork was terrible and looked nothing like it was supposed to.
And as a child, I would hear these criticisms and cry.
But then, he’d ask me in all seriousness why I was crying and tell me that instead of being a baby about it, I should look at the situation objectively, evaluate my own work and self, decide if it’s as good as I want it to be, and if it really wasn’t, then to be active and do something about it!
He taught me that becoming better at anything, changing anything in my life, was entirely up to me.
So with this, I took his critiques, redid some of my pieces, earned an interview and was accepted into one of the most highly regarded design programs in North America!
Since then, I have been working nonstop to better myself and my work, with full-time classes, freelancing on the side, and making personal projects even if they don’t earn me any money, just for the sake of practicing and becoming more and more skilled at what I do.
I have a set goal in my life; I’d like to, one day (relatively soon, too) open my own design studio or ad agency and work for big companies, earning a name for myself in the books and industry, and I truly believe that this is a very, very tangible and realistic goal.
I know where I want to be, I know what I have to do to get there, I know that it is in my power to get myself there, and I have all the confidence in the world that nothing can stop me.