Once Sequethia calmed down, I was able to work with her. She asked me to “intuit” where she left her Thumb Drive. I saw a never-used, almost hidden pocket in her brief case and saw the drive slipping between the folds of this hidden pocket. I asked Sequethia if this made any sense to her and it didn’t. However, she then opened her briefcase, found a “hidden” pocket where the thumb drive had slipped. After we had a good laugh about the incident we talked about its spiritua

Once the “dust” had settled, Sequethia asked me “What was that all about”? I shared with her that her experience was actually quite typical. We often apply meanings to things based on past experiences, and when we interpret the present based on the past, we tend to project past patterns forward and attract* the same experiences. In Sequethia’s case, she was so traumatized by unaffirming experiences that she had in the past that she automatically projected the same prosp

As a result of our experience together, Sequethia was happy again. When she lost her thumb drive, she she saw her whole life disintegrate. Because it contained her Doctoral Dissertation (which was a condition for her continued employment) she feared losing her job, her car, her house and more. She felt the terror of losing everything she had worked so hard to achieve. This moment felt as if the floor had fallen from beneath her and she felt as if she had fallen into a deep

Tim (Sequethia’s co-worker) was so excited about a project at work that he rushed into his boss’s office for clarification of an issue. His boss seemed to be wrapping up a meeting with Sequethia, and so Tim just asked a quick question. Sequethia felt as if someone had just slapped her in the face. She felt dismissed, discarded, unimportant, unheard. She could feel an anger and rage rising up from within her and it took all the strength she could gather just to keep her co

Sequethia Sees a Mirage This morning, Sequethia was struggling to print something from her computer at home. She really needed to print and fax the document before she left for work. It was supposed to be completed the previous day, but after printing several drafts, Sequethia decided to “sleep on it” before printing the final version. She clicked the “print button” and expected the printer to respond. It didn’t. Sequethia flew into a rage. You see, her 24 year old colle

My friend Sequethia McQueen recently called me in a frantic panic. In an alarmed, tearful voice, I heard her say she had lost her job, lost her home, lost her car and was devastated. I was amazed because I had just seen her the previous weekend, and none of this seemed imminent. As I helped Sequethia to calm down, I discerned that she hadn’t lost her home, her job or her car, but instead she had lost her thumb drive (that little thing that you stick in the computer to sa