Milton Erickson (American Warlock)

There now, the distance of your arm now, that miracle you seek, to touch, inches total numbers from lengths you can believe. Deep there, everything is seconds, everything is heavy like your sleep. Listen, you’re always fair and hearing, always contemplating, always accommodating, rest you can’t share, home bound inward need. Values, experience is believing, assumptions predeceasing, integrated pleasing, you don’t need to, and you’re just asleep.

Does a Shaman trump a prophet, does a seer know a dream, what of high turbaned healers, and medicine queens? Now sit you tight inductee, and think of what you need, I’ll heal you of something with what you now read. Predictor of unseen and untrained of sight, from Wisconsin his spirit was born in foresight. Inscribed of pure logic of healing of binds, a cripple a walker, hypnotic in rhythms. This could be a young boy, a son who barely sees, indeed he is a color blind, in summoned tight hypnotic wells he heals thyself by light. Three doctors told his mother, by night you see he dies, not so for this young warlock with death he will not abide. Bring me now a dresser mirror and lay it on its side, oh mother dear, the sun will set I want to see its light. He did delay his still death with sketch and paper fill, for he did block the dead of night with what he drew surreal, for it was he that drew the sun that died and held upon that hill. He would that sun would not set for ever till one day, and in it, was his last breath that paper went away.

Now so many stories, but now let’s make time still, for it can last for hours, with what you want that’s real. For you live in an unconscious world that plays upon your soul, you speed through all your joys and life, your pain in time congeals. Let’s move that time like clocks that shift and bring your hurt to nil. Your love and bliss is more than time, your hours it should now fill. Is that now something that you believe, the time you now command, to choose your seconds indefinitely, lift pain by your command.

Now this old man with polio, the one that staid the sun, he delved into the mind of lore, and made dark nightmares run. He pulled induction from the space that held where time stood still, he bent strange habits and made them fade, with man’s unconscious will. In everything he taught and saw, in everything fulfilled, healing by the minds own eye, a composition sealed. Parts and space, and neurons run and paths of parts now healed, juxtaposing heaviness, he made joy standstill. We bow our head just as he said, hypnosis habit real, in ghost of rhythm where he now lives, I’m sure he’s laughing still.

There now, the distance of your arm now, that miracle you seek, to touch, inches total numbers from lengths you can believe. Deep there, everything is seconds, everything is heavy like your sleep. Listen, you’re always fair and hearing, always contemplating, always accommodating, rest you can’t share, home bound inward need. Values, experience is believing, assumptions predeceasing, integrated pleasing, you don’t need to, and you’re just asleep.

 

For those who have never heard or read the works of Milton Erickson, now is a good time to try, It’s remarkable the magic placed in mortal eyes! – – 07.06.2014 – דָּנִיֵּאל

 

 

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2 thoughts on “Milton Erickson (American Warlock)

  1. I love this, Daniel. I had to find out who Milton Erickson was so I googled his name and yours came up beside it as the first hit which led me right back here! I inserted bio after his name for the next search and was fascinated to read on Wicki about him. What an incredible man. His methods put me in mind of the book ‘Illusions’ by Richard Bach ( of Jonathan Livingstone Seagull fame). Holding the thoughts in mind as absolute belief and already in existence and waiting for them to materialise.
    I had never heard of M.E. before but, after reading about him, and rereading your poem I think you have captured him to a T.x

  2. I am really happy you liked this Anne-Marie, I was blessed many years ago to study some of this man’s great works through two of his students, that had attended sessions with him in Phoenix close to the time of his death. If you have the opportunity look up Neuro Linguistic Programming (NLP), it all came from Milton Erickson. Interesting you should bring up Richard Bach, I love Jonathan Livingston Seagull, I am not surprised, (great minds and all that) I agree, and that is all I will say 😉 I will leave you with a link to a Milton Erickson hypnosis session filmed in the late fifties. The quality is poor, but the magic is powerful. Thank you for reading the post and getting what it meant! Shalom, Daniel

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