QHHT (Quantum Healing Hypnosis Technique) is a modality of exploration that I have wanted to try for the last few years, especially after reading so many of Dolores Cannon’s books — in particular, the Convoluted Universe series, which ushered me into a new type of awareness in my own journey.

I had my first QHHT session last week and it was one of the strangest and most informative sessions I have had! As a psychic medium and channeler already, I was accustomed to letting energy speak and move at the ready. However, before my hypnosis session began I felt worried that maybe fear would get in the way.

My hypnotherapist made me feel comfortable and heard. And when I went under, it was unlike anything I could have expected. The experience of this kind of hypnosis is different for all; for me, I remained present throughout the session, able to hear her voice and my own. Yet at the same time, I felt as if I was more than myself, aware that I was taking a back seat while another energy moved forward. This energy and I were sharing space. It wasn’t scary but it was certainly a strange feeling. It was similar to what I feel when channeling but different, as I was led by someone else (the hypnotherapist).

The first life

Before I got on the “cloud” she took me to a safe place. When I arrived there, I was immediately thrown into the experience of a patch of tiny purple and white flowers. A ray of sunlight had dappled it with its light through a canopy of forest trees and the wind was blowing through the flowers. My awareness was with the flowers and I felt — different. Not human at all. The sensation is hard to explain but I was completely in the moment, feeling complete. When she tried to move me around (below the flowers, above them), I was resistant. Staying with the flowers was all I wanted; I was the flowers. I felt so good, as if this was who I truly was.

The second life

When she was finally able to help me to let go of that beautiful, safe experience as a patch of flowers blowing in the wind in the forest, I moved up into the sky and experienced the famous “cloud” hypnosis that Cannon popularized with her method.

But when I got off the cloud, everything was black. I felt… nothing. And as a human Jenn, I always feel something so this was very unexpected and, at first, confusing. I sensed the space and myself — I was part of the space but the space was nothingness, emptiness. Very slowly, with gradual probing from the therapist, I began to know how isolated I felt, but it took a very long time. I got the sense that I only slowly became aware of myself, developed a “self”-likeness over many eons. When I was able to sense a kind of self here, I was adamant that this was all there was, and it made me feel incredibly alone. The loneliness was so thick I could choke on it.

She tried to help me zoom out. I zoomed out for a very long time, I just didn’t think there was anything but darkness. Until, eventually, I saw the top of a building. It was like a startling vision at the edge of what I thought was infinite blackness. And there it was! It was enormous and round and flatish with windows around the circumfrance. It was a light brown color, plain, and set up on a very tall stand that extended up far beyond the ground. I saw sky beyond the building and although I could not see them, I knew that there were other very tall buildings of a similar type nearby.

Despite seeing this glimpse, I couldn’t get out of this blackness. She had me pan out more and I saw that I was crouched at the mouth of the blackness and that at my back was a small opening. I sank into despair and self-hatred. I felt embarrassed, angry, afraid. She asked me if I could exit the blackness, but I wouldn’t budge, convincing myself that I had to stay here, that there was nothing more even though now I knew that there was. At this point, she had me jump ahead by asking me about the building. Wasn’t I curious? Could I travel there? Eons passed and eventually I arrived there, at the building.

The third life

I realized during this experience that I was filtering myself, the words coming through. The first thing I felt was “insects,” but I remember not saying it and laughing instead. A large number of people were coming and going through the window-like openings of this tall, round, flatish clay-like building, and it reminded me of insects. They were flying back and forth, it seemed quickly to me. When she asked me about how they flew, I smiled and laughed joyfully. We remained upright while we flew. We did not not have wings or any mechanism to help us fly. I was a man, bald and chubby, brown. We all wore these rust-colored draped fabric clothing and for some reason I was very adamant about how important our clothing was to us.

When she asked me what I was doing I said that I was collecting information about peoples on a different planet. I had observed them and collected information about them, especially their future, for a very long time. I would “buzz” back to the building and drop off my knowledge by holding out a scroll-like communication and letting the building “take” it. I watched it dissolve into the open center of the building. When asked how I felt, I just felt some pride in what I was doing; I felt somewhat important.

She pushed me forward in time to an important day and it was quite different from what I had been feeling. I gained knowledge that these people on the different planet were going to die along with their planet. It was crushing for me to learn this and when I returned to the building I resisted giving it the information. I dragged my feet, I felt heavy. I didn’t want to surrender the scroll to the building. I felt as if I didn’t care about my job anymore. When I finally did give the information I left my work; I just felt that I could not — would not — do it any more. The knowledge about those peoples deeply affected me.

I descended down to the land far below the building. I lost my ability to fly. I was just a man on the ground. Around me, people wore the same garb that I had donned previously, and so did I. I looked the same. I was surrounded by many clay-made buildings of a light brown and rust-color; they were built close together. People walked behind me. When asked what I was doing, I just said “walking.” And reallly, it seemed like that I was all I did: walk.

The fourth life

She pushed me ahead: “where do you arrive?” And I was in a completely new place as a new person. I had “jumped” into a new life. I said, “crystal waters.” And it was awe-inspiring! Before me was a huge lake-like well of “water” but made from fluid crystal. It was not water at all but rather a liquid crystalline substance. I was very aware of the edges of where this liquid was held, even how it sat down into the earth, its shape above and below ground. I seemed to keep a very close eye on its edges.

My view was weird. I could see that the terrain surrounding the lake was dotted with people on bumpy ground. They were all wearing white clothing, their skin was brown and hair was black. The bumps in the terrain were actually hills but to me, they looked small. The earth was a bright, dark green — not like grass. It was tufty, like crushed emeralds in the dark, almost.

She asked me who I was, and I had a hard time knowing. I did feel like these people were like family to me. She asked me to look to my right and I couldn’t see anyone that close to me. And then I burst out laughing! I said, “if only they could see my nose!” And then I saw myself. I was an enormous “ogre” with a huge, bulbous, lumpy nose. In fact, I said that all me was “lumpy.”

Finally, I could see my situation clearly. I was an ogre-type being guarding these crystal waters. I could enter the water if I wanted to (but I didn’t seem to want to), but I had to prevent any of these people from ever entering it. It was very important that they stayed away from it, as it was extremely dangerous to them. The people could not see me.

When asked whether anyone drew my attention, yes, there was a boy who could feel my presence. I thought that maybe he could help his people but then I became very sad when I learned that he died trying. This knowledge triggered a deeper knowing in me. People were very afraid of me — my energy. They knew that a being protected the waters and they feared it. In fact, I did not like what I had to do. I killed many people who attemped to study, take, or enter the waters. I did not like this job.

She asked me if I had a choice in this job, and I said “oh, yes.” There are many people who do this job. I chose to do it, but I did not like killing the people. Intuitively, I knew that either the people did not belong there or that the waters were out of place. For some reason, these energies were not meant to be together and their proximity was incredibly dangerous.

One thing I knew: I loved being this “ogre” being — I was so HUGE — despite not liking my job.

The SC

Cannon created a misnomer by calling the final leg of the hypnosis the “subconscious.” This term was already adapted by psychology and meant something quite different than what Cannon thought. So, eventually, instead of calling this the subconscious, she called it the “SC.” The SC is the part of the session in which the hypnotist brings forth the higher self to discuss the lives that one is shown. This SC is supposed to hold vast knowledge and is capable of answering many questions.

My SC was a bit resistant in terms of just not really seeming to care a whole lot or offer many words. His name was “Ger” (pronounced like “Jerry” without the “y”), and he said that he comes from the planet “Genesis.” When asked if this was biblical, he laughed and said no. He said that there were many “higher selves” of this kind with me.

He answered all the personal questions that I had prompted the hynotist to ask before the session; but his answers were bored and uninspired. They were quite simple. Have an eating disorder? “Just stop.” Worried about how to be a better mother? “You’re fine.” That was Ger’s energy.

He did give me some great insights about many things I was curious about, such as my “impressionistic” way of moving through the world in this life.

Post-session

After the session closed I remembered absolutely everything. I felt very strange, though. My vision, for example, stayed blurry for about 30 minutes.

Immediately afterwards, I looked up “genesis planet” and I was shocked to learn that there is a planet that is called “the genesis planet.” I had never head of it! I learned about their race, the Shaulan; and I read about them. I now know which starseed race I am, as no other one has every resonnated with me.

A few years ago a shaman told me that I was a starseed. She was terrified of me. In fact, her healing tools caught fire during my session. She did not want to see me again.

The Shaulan are very feared beings and, paired with my association with Merlin, I guess I cut a rough figure. But I am here to heal myself and to use what I know to help others heal themselves, like so many other beings on this Earth right now. I guess I learned what I always suspected to be true: our differences are so beautiful and we are here to learn how to work togehter toward a common goal.

This session helped me to understand things I have never understood about myself before: my strong tendancy to be a protector, my history and attraction to information, why I am so self-destructive, and why so much of my life has been colored by fear, why I am familiar with the darkness, and so much more.

I enrolled in QHHT training the next day. I can’t wait to help others the way that this session — just one! — has already helped me.