I went to see Glow today, you'll like him. I call him Glow because that's how he makes you feel. A voice so passive in nature that when your body is ready to, you focus on his words. Your ears, intent on absorbing every sound, your eyes aware of his lips moving as they ripple gently with positive assurances, you're safe now.

My head - a tornado. Gusts of anxiety whirling around the cavities of my mind, destroying power lines of good in its path. The main stream of my neck taut with pain, scorched from a savage sun, cracked open, waiting to be replenished. The base of my spine squeezed like an orange in a tight fist, dripping aches, a body crying from the inside. I'm ready now, I'm ready to focus on his words.
Limbs comfortably settled in the chair, eyes heavy, sinking into relaxation, my breathing calm and slow. A still lake waiting for the breeze of words to wave movement from my inner consciousness. Deeper, deeper I'm led down the silent dark passage, breath shallow, body still, sinking, wanting.

The stairway I can barely see, drawing me closer, surrounding me with a mist of comfort, inhaling the sense of tranquillity rising with the warm summer air. Arms limp aside my body, feet feeling the call from below, stepping out from stair one barefoot, the moist spring meadow underfoot. The roll of warm air skimming the tops of yellow buttercups. I'm surrounded. My fingers, light and dancing, drawing energy deep from its root. Hands stretching with the breeze through the petals, warming mine, engulfing my arms, shoulders, chest. You're safe now.

Glow is calling, voice raised, beckoning my return. My mind, sucked into the soothing greens and yellows. Fragrances lush and dewy, the warmth is embedded. "Come back now", the power of his voice pulls like a magnet. Drawn from my sleep, eyelids heavy, a silent gathering of my conscious mind is born again.

No dams, no hills, no gates, holds, just clear dawn waking. My mind erased of the negativeness, calling on my body to lift itself from back, to shoulder, to neck, to cheeks. I can smile again, no pressures, no pain.

Glow, soft in features to the point that if you were to gently press your finger on his skin I'm sure it would indent like dough, returning as fast as it went in. His glasses sparkle, dancing from the light of the room, his tie fixed by a silver cross.

Glow, I call him that because that's how he makes you feel.

(Written by a client to describe her experience of hypnotic work to relieve pain after a serious accident. Reproduced with permission)