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		<title>Comment on Are you just making it up? Yes! by Briana Barrett</title>
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		<dc:creator>Briana Barrett</dc:creator>
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		<description>I concur (and I&#039;m a scientist!)  No other therapy would have worked for me, and the work I did with Joe was amazingly effective at bringing me back to life.  I have anecdotal evidence illustrating the power of permission to &#039;make it up&#039;, and the power of permission to experiment:

One time, while in session with Joe, I leapt to the conclusion that, since I was &#039;just making it up&#039;, there was probably no wrong answer to any of the questions.  

However, just at that time, we were shifting a feeling, and he asked me: &quot;...and in becoming like a gas, if this part of you were free to take on any color; any color or colors of the rainbow...&quot; and although the part of me that was about to explore a shift in the direction of yellow, before I really allowed it to experience how that would feel, I blurted: &quot;Red.&quot;

Now this was a weird experience!  Instantly, something was quite wrong.  The gas did not turn red... and when I mentally tried to coax it into trying to doing so, I felt physically very uncomfortable.  Emotionally, my  experience bore a strong resemblance to how it feels to lie.  I will never forget my bafflement.

I don&#039;t know if you remember at all, Joe, but after a pause, I corrected myself, saying &quot;no, I think it&#039;s yellow, but I need extra time to really let it try it on for size...&quot;  Truthfully, I needed the extra time to apologize to my feeling mind, which allowed this one part to continue intuitive exploration on its healing path.  

I feel very blessed to have recollection of an important moment: that day, I recognized that - although I must be convinced I&#039;m free to imagine anything - I&#039;m just getting my mind to give my intuition permission to BE; getting my brain to refrain from interfering (and focus instead on its easy role as translator), while the deep wisdom of my feeling mind shows me my true colors, and I rediscover who I truly am.

I love it , and I laugh inside, every time I hear the question
&quot;What feels true for you?&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I concur (and I&#8217;m a scientist!)  No other therapy would have worked for me, and the work I did with Joe was amazingly effective at bringing me back to life.  I have anecdotal evidence illustrating the power of permission to &#8216;make it up&#8217;, and the power of permission to experiment:</p>
<p>One time, while in session with Joe, I leapt to the conclusion that, since I was &#8216;just making it up&#8217;, there was probably no wrong answer to any of the questions.  </p>
<p>However, just at that time, we were shifting a feeling, and he asked me: &#8220;&#8230;and in becoming like a gas, if this part of you were free to take on any color; any color or colors of the rainbow&#8230;&#8221; and although the part of me that was about to explore a shift in the direction of yellow, before I really allowed it to experience how that would feel, I blurted: &#8220;Red.&#8221;</p>
<p>Now this was a weird experience!  Instantly, something was quite wrong.  The gas did not turn red&#8230; and when I mentally tried to coax it into trying to doing so, I felt physically very uncomfortable.  Emotionally, my  experience bore a strong resemblance to how it feels to lie.  I will never forget my bafflement.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t know if you remember at all, Joe, but after a pause, I corrected myself, saying &#8220;no, I think it&#8217;s yellow, but I need extra time to really let it try it on for size&#8230;&#8221;  Truthfully, I needed the extra time to apologize to my feeling mind, which allowed this one part to continue intuitive exploration on its healing path.  </p>
<p>I feel very blessed to have recollection of an important moment: that day, I recognized that &#8211; although I must be convinced I&#8217;m free to imagine anything &#8211; I&#8217;m just getting my mind to give my intuition permission to BE; getting my brain to refrain from interfering (and focus instead on its easy role as translator), while the deep wisdom of my feeling mind shows me my true colors, and I rediscover who I truly am.</p>
<p>I love it , and I laugh inside, every time I hear the question<br />
&#8220;What feels true for you?&#8221;</p>
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