[This is a continuation of a very loose series of articles dealing with the topic of my toxic relationship with money. It is ‘part 3’ I suppose, though I haven’t numbered them as of yet. The first part was Facing Fear #1: My Relationship with Money, later followed by How Do I Visualize Success: Kickstarting the Law of Attraction]
If you’ve been following along in this haphazard series of articles, you know that my relationship with money–something I never realized I had–has been toxic in the extreme.
Let’s put it this way.
If I had married money? We would not be divorced; I would be in prison for beating it to death, chopping up the body, and burying it in various Tupperware containers in the back garden. Pretty fuckin’ toxic.
But I have some good news, for me, and for money, and for you, too, if you suffer from any kind of toxic relationship, or more specifically from the emotions attached to some relationship or topic in your life.
In steps Greg Dickson and E.R.A.
Sorry ladies, this is a different E.R.A., not the one that failed to pass in the 70s. That battle continues, and I want to categorically state that I am all for Equal Rights for Women, and quite frankly, everyone. But the E.R.A. that Greg employs to help his clients stands for Emotional Release Approach.
Greg Dickson, who is a life and business coach, and a good friend of mine from Anchor, works with clients from all over the world to resolve issues around life and business–hence the title–and he’s pretty fuckin’ good at it, I’m just gonna tell you up front.
Greg is one of the most compassionate, calming, laid back dudes you’re ever gonna meet, and his Emotion Release Approach works!
Steve Bivans vs E.R.A.
Most of you know that I’m a skeptic. I mean, I’m uber critical of everything, and I can smell bullshit a million miles away. In fact, there’s a large, frozen rock of it circling the ex-planet-now-rock, Pluto, far out in the distant reaches of the Solar System. I can smell it. Even frozen.
After my last article, on the Law of Attraction, I posted a short wave on Anchor, asking the central question from that piece: How does one kickstart the Law of Attraction, when they have nothing to base their visualization of success upon? I’ve never had financial success. How the fuck then, can I possibly know how it feels or even really looks?
Greg chimed in, among many other friends, to say that it was obvious that I had a lot of very negative energy and emotions built up around money, and that until I dealt with that, nothing was going to happen, and visualization was not going to happen.
I tended to agree with him, but I was stuck. I had no fuckin’ clue what to do about all that angst. I had a pretty good idea where it all came from: a life watching the rich get richer and the poor get poorer, and my own failings to succeed in that arena. But I had no idea what to do about it.
Greg suggested that he could work with me on dealing with my emotions via a Skype session. Being brave and reckless anyway, I agreed, despite my skepticism.
I wasn’t skeptical of Greg himself, mind you. I had talked with him for months on Anchor, and knew him to be an honest, sincere, compassionate person. But when it comes to psycho-spiritual-babble cures, my bullshit meter kicks in, even if I don’t smell it first. The machine automatically begins humming. But my desire to deal with my toxic relationship with money was stronger than the hum of the meter, so I said, “Why the fuck not?”
The Emotional Release Approach
I won’t go into a whole lot of boring details about the session I had with Greg, but basically, I sat in my office chair, looking at Greg in his office chair, via the computer machine, thanks to the space-age technology called, Skype.
He spent a few minutes asking me some questions about my money relationship, which I’m sure was entertaining, in the way that watching a 100 car pile up would be: the morbid attraction of smoke, fire, death, dismemberment, and screeching, scraping, metal against metal, and the shattering of glass and the sound of it tinkling as it hits the pavement, just before the whole thing explodes in one of those Hollywood fireballs that you see on the movie trailers for the latest Bond or Bourne film.
After the smoke cleared, we began the actual therapy, if that’s the right word for it; the Emotional Release Approach.
Greg then had me do a thing with my left hand, where I gently pinched the soft tissue between my eyes and nose with my thumb and third finger, which probably meant that I was flipping Greg off the entire time with the middle finger, an amusing picture, I’m sure.
Then he led me in a breathing exercise, where I would place my tongue on the back of my upper teeth, just where they meet the gums, and take a slow in-breath. When I released my breath, he instructed me to let the tongue release, and to repeat, over and over.
Then he went through a series of instructions and visualizations that I don’t remember, at least not in detail, but this was the most important part of the process.
The Magic Chest
During the entire session, Greg informed me that emotions would come up surrounding money, and possibly other things, and that to deal with them for the present, I should visualize a big chest (mine looked like one from Pirates of the Caribbean, because, why the fuck not?), and that when they came up, I was to toss them into that chest and let them go for the moment.
We continued through the entire series of questions and visualizations, until at the end he had me follow this little boy through a forest and up the side of a mountain, and into a small village square (mine looked a lot like something out of The Sound of Music, okay, I’m a geek), only to turn around and realize that I was the boy, and that everyone in the village–most of them wearing lederhosen, or St. Paulie Girl, pushup corsets holding massive steins of beer–hey it’s my vision people, give me a fuckin’ break–were all there congratulating me on my success. It was pretty awesome as visualizations go. Who knew I was so good at it?
Then he had me recall the Pirates Chest–and I realize now that this was a very mixed, thematic attempt at visualization: pirates, Alpine mountains, singing nuns, dudes in lederhosen, and beer wenches–and to close the chest up and lock it (mine was a three lock box, like Sammy Hagar sang about in the 80s, if you’re old enough to remember that, speaking of seriously mixed themes).
Greg told me to imagine this bright white light–it’s not really a visualization if at some point you don’t have a beam of Blues Brothers’s white light–shining down on the chest.
Then slowly the chest began to lift off the floor, up into the sky, until it reached far above village of Salzburg, the palatial home of the Von Traps, probably to the sounds of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata, and then did the only thing it could do at that point: exploded like the Grand Finale of a 4th of July fireworks show, raining down fiery sparks all over the village and covering me in feelings of wealth, somehow without burning down the entire fuckin’ village! MAGIC!
When the session ended, Greg asked me how I felt.
Actually, I felt pretty damned good. But the skeptic was creeping around in the back of my skull, whispering, “Yeah, we’ll see how long THAT lasts.”
So I let it go for the time being, and told myself that I would withhold judgement until I had given myself a few days, or a week or so to see if those same negative emotions around money would return in force, or at all.
I was so cautious that I didn’t even tell Patience, my girlfriend, for two reasons. One, I wasn’t sure that the process had actually worked–my own skeptical nature, and Two, Paysh is a skeptic, too.
But after a couple of weeks, I had noticed my attitude towards money to be fundamentally changed. Do I still think there are a lot of super rich asshats out there doing evil with their money? Yep. That’s because they are. But the emotion I had towards it has changed, or greatly dissipated.
And then a few days ago, Patience, who has been struggling with some anxiety lately, said she had read about this technique, online somewhere, where the author suggested that if you had negative emotions, you should imagine a chest of drawers, in a closet somewhere, and put those emotions in the drawers, to deal with them later, or leave forever. Sound familiar? Remember, I hadn’t told Paysh about my session with Greg.
Paysh said that it had really helped her deal with some stuff, and then I said, “Yeah, I bet it did!” and told her about my session with Greg and about my Pirates of the Carribean chest in the Alps, with the singing nuns, lederhosen, and big tittied beer wenches, and that it had really helped me, too!
So, if you are dealing with any kind of negative emotions, doesn’t matter what it is, I’m gonna give you my strongest endorsement.
Go see Greg Dickson and hire him for an hour and a half to run you through his Emotional Release Approach, toss all that emotional shit in the pirate’s chest, follow him up the mountain, and hang out with the dancing, lederhosen men, and the blonde-haired, big boobed, beer babes, and let go off all that bullshit baggage.
Until you do, you ain’t goin’ nowhere!
Greg Dickson is a serial entrepreneur, author and business coach that has worked with more than 500 entrepreneurs in more than 34 industries. Greg is the author of two business books and a new ebook series Headstrong and Heartfelt. Find him at http://www.gregdickson.ca/