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September 5, 2010

- - - - - - - -To answer the question about the expert’s “seal” At Liveperson.com

Filed under: HYPNOSIS, SELF HELP SEARCH, self-analysis — Tags: — ?> @ 6:49 pm

3rd-party Verification Seal

Memo:
At Liveperson.com.
This seal is displayed to reassure viewers than the profile being displayed is as well as be determined, the expert is what he/she says they are.
The Read More link reads
“3rd Party Credential Verification
This seal in an Expert’s profile means that an Expert has voluntarily undergone a credentials check by a 3rd party at the time of the Expert’s registration, allowing the 3rd party to confirm information regarding the degrees and licenses held by the Expert. It is important to note that the 3rd party relies upon information provided by the Expert and of third parties in performing the credentials check, and that over time an Expert’s credentials may change. If credentials are important to you, you may wish to reconfirm information with the Expert prior to initiating your session. (Liveperson.com info.)”
Under my profile as “Hypnodoc” (Dr. Forrest Butler, dc (retired).  I advice that any prospective client also to read all my profiles there, and on my blogs. I also advise readers to read “About Me” and “all disclaimers.”
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August 20, 2010

Branding heats up as experts try to attract clients.

SLEDGEHAMMER
HYPNOSIS reaches your   subconscious to guide you
with

Empowering
Hypno-Scripts.– for those mind states that are destructive to human
relations or health. Anger, Anxiety, Addiction, Depression etc.

See all my Liveperson.com profiles. * Healing Hypnosis * Biofeedback Hypnosis *
Alt. Med./ Psycho-Somatic Hypnosis Hypnodoc—[Master
Hypnosis Practitioner.]

Is this too strong?

Hypnodoc steps up his ‘branding’ image’s heat. This is the third revision. The earlier version emphasized “Visualization” and “Guided imagery” as my area of expertize and presumed mechanism of repair, refresh, recharge inherent in what I do. The change to “SLEDGEHAMMER HYPNOSIS”  was do to the fact that responders, asking for assistance seemed totally convinced that ‘help’ was not/or could not possibly change thier image of themselves. This was as if a shell, shield or character armor they were not willing to even look at, much less give up any part of.  The metaphoric ’sledgehammer’ was to imply breaking through this, shell or resistance and reach to where one has to reach, to actually give them volitional control over their problem areas, and not their subconscious problem areas controlling them, as is the present case.

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August 4, 2010

What is going on at Hypnodoc’s WWW VIRTUAL OFFICE

My new master profile at Liveperson.com –I took out ‘VISUALIZATION HYPNOSIS”;  For better banding.

July 6, 2010

Mountain Software Writer– Dream of flea market at Cow Palace.

Filed under: Dream Sharing, Uncategorized, self-analysis — Tags: , , , — ?> @ 3:01 pm
07-06 2010 E-Mail from: Mountain Software Writer//To href=”mailto:fateanalysisguy@gmail”

Cow Palace Flea Market Dream

Last month my dream report was about a mystery device, intensely coveted and somehow the stolen property of a major company, that somehow I seemed to be given the inquisition treatment about. Shortly after this dream, in the news was a case of the new Apple I-phone experimental model that was somehow purloined from inside the company and displayed and critiqued on a technology web site. No, I don’t believe in pre-cognition, what hit me the sense of, “déjà vu” it generated in me. A few nights after this story I had a dream filled night-not all of which I was able to recall. Now from my next day notes it seems as I am at a large spacious indoor flea market, [Reminiscent of the San Francisco COW PALACE]– ] filled with endless kinds of second hand stuff for sale. The stuff was more or less segregated into rows and spaces and each had one or two persons selling to the irregularly moving crowd. At first, I was a shopper, enchanted by all the things I did not need but had seen somewhere or the other before-all generating little more than passing interest on my part. Finally at a far back location I reach a gigantic pile of electronic junk, old stereos, obsolete computers, fax machines, TV’s, telephones and piles of old cables and adapters. ( I recognize, even in the dream, that the symbolism of old adapters, once so important are now useless electronic garbage may of some personal significance. Somehow, end up behind this display, now as the seller, explaining to the potential buyers, what these things were intended to do. Another person who somehow I am friendly with, takes the very small money generated by the sales, a sum hardly worth his (much less my) time. An official of the event contacts us, says that he was sorry, for the short notice, but a new event was to start and we have only one hour to close and remove all unsold items. I think the new event was a circus. In what seemed like minutes later, I am totally shocked to see a crewof men throwing everything in their pathway into dumpsters as they advancing aggressively toward us. We have no choice but to run for to the exit. Outside, the parking lot was full of circus people, and a trainload of circus things. I feel an empty feeling as I realize my car is gone-perhaps towed away to make room for the circus. A, 10 year old, boy comes to me and offers to take me to where my car has been moved. I feel relieved.

Send your comments or analysis to :fataeanalysisguy@ gmail.com Put “Cow Palace” in the subject.

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June 16, 2010

HI All –Mounain Software Writer -16-10

Filed under: Dream Sharing, self-analysis — Tags: , , — ?> @ 9:05 am
AT WORK06-16-10 E-Mail from: Mountain Software Writer//To :fateanalysisguy@gmail

Hi All!

LAST AUGUST I reported to you  that have been working on some code for mobile applications (for pay) that my employer hopes will soon rock the world. I find myself while repeating strips of code and rendering their check sums over and over, to ultimately debug them, that a kind of flying on auto-pilot mental state sets in. One where you mind is some place else than where it should be. (Don’t tell my boss- He believes I’m in total focus every second.) Anyway in this mind state I find myself trying to perceive some connection with what I am doing and my desire to create a psychology based on computer science. As a result during this boring repetitive stuff a fuzzy logic kicks in, It is not exactly science or art and its actions is halfway between my very personal self-analysis practice of depth level free association and the real constraints that miniaturized electrical cur cuts layouts forces on the software that has run correctly on a particular hardware device. I (fuzzy) think can this devices dream, feel, think? It can deliver all sorts of images and words and sound to its holder. ( then not fuzzy thinking) All stuff interesting or useful but hardly the real thing. This new dream clearly connects to the great expectations I had then, somehow turning negative.

The Dream: A call to Corporate Headquarters’ takes a strange turn. Some my earlier dreams, you will recall involved a woman at Corporate Headquarters, who has enters my dreams several times, but whom, when I actually meet her on offices business there, I keep a polite distance from. I have even asked around an had learned that she has been with the company much longer than I, is about three or four years older than myself and appears to be unattached and lives alone, Other than that everything else about her is to me a Rorschach ink blot, to project what ever I wish to. In this dream I am called to headquarters’. I have a display case of the new products my division tests. These are all pre-release and kept under tight control and their whereabouts has to be accounted for at all times. Earlier in a related dream that spin off from a company group that  I went  with to Atlantic City to show and promote ready to sell production models. That was a festive joyous occasion except for weather delays. The mood and atmosphere is totally different surrounding the pre-release models that are not for anyone else to see. A sharp contrast. The case was not handcuffed to me like in spy movies, but the mood in this dream was the same. I was severely disappointed when I check in the building and the  secretary lady of my interest was not there, however  all through this dream event, I keep expecting to see her at some point. I was to set up my display in an empty small meeting room and put each device on display and its test status and the reports relating to it. Everything was readied and after wait a group of men entered dressed in dark business suits, reminiscent of old 1970ish IBM company, required dress. The only one with recognition for me was our CEO, who told me to being the presentation. I started with the pre-supposition that the product nearest ready for production would be what they wanted to hear of and focus on. After covering the first two–I was told to skip to device ‘nine’, one so recently arrived that I was vaguely aware that it was there and no notion of what it was supposed to do, or how it was to fit into the company product line. I mentioned that it was new and it was not yet understood what tests were to be needed to determine its feasibility as devise. I felt very uncomfortable but compelled to not embarrass the CEO with my ignorance and tried to fake some knowledge about it by mentioning its appearance and the connector port ypes it had. The apparent lead man of the dark suit team, began spearing as if this was a legal deposition, –State for the record you are? You receive and test new devices, how many a year, what purpose etc etc–he droned on–I he told me then, I  was to answer, yes or no –I was not to imply anything from his questions– After this, his questions suggested some kind or stolen technology or patent infringement, but not what the whole thing was about. Others in the black suits moved in closely and began looking threatening. When their leader asked for the documentation of patent’s and licensing, I could see none was there—Why? I explained I don’t know why– I don’t know anything about this device other than what we see here—Then other  voices joined in—Why was it in my hands? Here had I worked before– -How did it get into the queue of products to be tested—Then it turned personal– How much was my salary—Did I receive bonuses or stock recently—Did I have a criminal record? Was I a US citizen? I looked to my CEO, to take the pressure off me, He sat slumped and silent while this inquisition grew more intense. I asked what’s this about? And I was told to shut up and sit down. Finally one short man grabbed the device out on my hand and another one  took the routing slips and other paper work. I think I had seen this same man with a leering face in the shadows at the Garden of the Gods in an earlier dream. Suddenly the short man examining the device screamed in pain, as the device burst into flames and was dropped to floor where it burnt to nothing,  The Group left, presumably for medical attention for injured one. Relieved, at last, I look for the CEO but he was gone and I was all-alone.  I somehow still was hoping the secretary woman would appear. I feel disbelief and anxiety about what happened but repack my display material to leave.
My Analysis: I think I’m getting paranoid about the new technology being more important than my real live relationships. As always; if you have an alternative analysis. Send it to: fateanalysisguy@gmail.com Put in the subject “Corporate Headquarters’ ” and I’ll get it. Thanks–
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May 5, 2010

Dreameryv2 May 2010 Black Cats and the DT’S

Filed under: Dream Sharing, self-analysis — Tags: , — ?> @ 9:00 pm

Dreameryv2

May 5, 2010

Black Cats and the DT”S

May 5, 2010May

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Black Cats and the DT’S

There is strong tendency to alcoholism in my family. I think I escaped the family curse only because I married Bill. At a party, I get tipsy on two drinks and as soon as I feel the effects, I know I’d better slow down on the drinks as Bill will say something if I get any degree of silly. I appreciate this and resent it at the same time. My sisters husband, we call ‘the alcoholic’, really a very bright and nice guy, can’t seem to live without getting so plastered that he acts silly and drinks until he passes out. This happens four or more times every week and this has gone for years. A few months a ago this process finally caught up with him and he couldn’t go to work and he began to get something like the delirium tremens, where he shook, perspired, had hot and cold moments and finally began to see things that weren’t there. I knew something about this kind of thing from when, in my childhood, an uncle and two of my cousins (all musicians) had to be hospitalized for alcoholism. Anyway in this case my sister and I took turns sitting along the side of his bed and talked to him for the several days it took him to detox at the hospital. He told of seeing hats floating in space access the room, heavy rain, wind. snow and many cats. He was perplexed when we said we saw none of these present. I recently heard from my sister he was again in bad shape and in the hospital again. I feel bad that I can’t leave my work and return Midwest to help her in this crisis. All this has some connection to my dream. As one of his cat hallucinations was that a black cat came into the room, stood on its hind legs and took off its fur, just like taking off a fur coat, and stood there looking at him. Also during this in hospital stay he was incredibly sarcastic to everyone trying to help him. In my dream I believe I replace the alcoholic patient with my brother who is not alcoholic as the dream actor, dreams do twist things around, My dream is, my brother and his wife and I was somewhere where, we had two cats and they both had black fur. There were two old ladies who were trying to catch the cats and kill them because of an edict that cats weren’t supposed to have black fur on them. I (somehow had to save them or do the ordered act to kill them.) I shaved all the fur down to the skin off of one to save the cat from the edict but could not do this in time for the other cat so I hid it. However, the old ladies kept hanging around and I had anxiety over keeping the other cat hidden. Then there was a man and a woman that came to the house. They were some kind of inspectors to check on something suspicious, dangerous or illegal. I fear being involved either way, animal cruelty or evading the edit. The old ladies now very upset go and hide from the inspectors. We (Brother, his wife and I) were in a little cottage by the ocean and the ocean was a beautiful turquoise color and there was a pleasant mist blowing up to the house. I see this as the opportunity to take the cat and to get away. They all followed me. I was far ahead of them. I ask a boy that I meet just outside of the sight of the others for a razor to help me, but he had been swimming and had on only his swimsuit. He did some search and found a knife and he and I, cut a strip cut down the cat’s back. My brother came running up and I could also hear the old ladies also coming. I told the boy we’d never get it done in time and he said to peel it off since I had a start. So I skinned the cat and it had pink flesh, just like a baby. Then the boy that helped me then sat a little ways away and he said for me to “come here!” I wasn’t going to go, but he sounded urgent and I decided to. Then some man (not sure if it was my brother) said “Well I never thought I’d ever see a cat in June do that” (I, in the dream) Took this to insinuate that, he himself, would have never have obeyed any such edict or sought to evade it without giving a sarcastic reply. If you have comments or an analysis of this dream, contact me at: fateanalsusguy@gmail.com Put :”Black Cats and DT’S” in the subject!

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April 18, 2010

“CRYBABYSTILL”- Invited Guest Blogger April 2010 ‘The Creatue Riker’ returns.

Filed under: Dream Sharing, self-analysis — ?> @ 1:23 pm

  • CRYBABYSTILL

  • -(JoAnn) “CRYBABYSTILL”- Invited Guest Blogger

  • April 2010

  • ‘The Creatue Riker’ returns.

I am on a motorcycle one to large for me to push around easy. I have flat rear tire. I find I have to get off and push it and this is difficult for me to do, And it is dark and this is a dangerous place to be after dark. I fear I won’t be able to locating an open service station and even if I do, just getting air might not fix the problem as I can see the cut in the tire is deep. I finally reach a well-lighted station and try the air house to fill the tire, with no luck, it leaked back out and no mechanics to fix tires would be there until 8 AM. A police car with two officers shows up and one of the officers puts slime in the tube and the tire now holds briefly and then it collapses. I note tat this is not the regular police as the police car makings read. ‘Museum security’. They receive a call to respond to a gang fight and say they must leave. A group of marines dressed in their ordinary greenish uniform, not the dress blues of ceremonial occasion’s, stopped and offered to help. They loaded to motorcycle into the back of the truck and we got in.

. Somehow, they were to take me to some place where my dad had once been stationed long ago. Arriving at the place I could see in the dawn light, a wide field of flowers and some grassy places, The marines seemed to get into an argument over whether they should leave me here. As some kind creature called a ‘Riker’ had been reported as attracting people in the outskirts region of the city. One wanted to leave a police or military K-9 dog to protect me. Another objected saying it was against military rules. Two carrying rifles offered to stay and the rest could go on the hunt for the Riker Creature. At this news, I get anxious and start to
cry. I said I would have been better off staying at the gas station. A police car from the museum showed up an I get into the police car and the marines kept the motorcycle in their truck, saying I could pick it up a the marine base later, They drove off and the police car headed back toward the gas station, but it was daylight now and seemed a very different place. A captain of police came and said he was glad I was safe. And he would take me home.

I would like your comments and analysis of my dreams’ Just put “Riker Creature returns”– send it to: fateanalysisguy@gmail.com
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April 12, 2010

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Dr. Butler to have virtual office on line for [VSP] Visualization Hypnosis Self-Programming.

Filed under: SELF HELP SEARCH, self-analysis — ?> @ 5:45 pm

The Hypvo-Doc at Liveperson.com

Sample of Chirobut’s (aka: San Francisco’s, Dr. Butler, DC (Retired) Image at Livepersons.com

‘Alternative Medicine/Hypnosis/Visualization/Hypnosis.’ Listing.

This mew software permits something like a virtual office on the Internet. At least in  respect to  the advice, talking, and communication part of it. Here I am able to write Hypno-Scripts, I do not diagnose or treat in any literal sense, My scripts aim at enabling a person to run his own self better and more efficiently. This is also re-framing you do yourself.

I was then, involved in the  ”Hypnotism Club of Sajn Jose Calif,” [Name registered under the California State Corporations Code] and a member of the National Hypnotist’s Guild, and some other groups, including a “Therapeutic Social Club” called the “The Analysis Goup” patterned after a UK model.

This is very much the same thing only useing the internet, as the tool, that I used to in the 1950’s, make such scripts custom made on 45 RPM records. I gave this up when I got too busy at the Chiropractic office.

My ‘Expert Profile’ at Liveperson.com.

It is of course, based on my experience, and some really great teachers I have had. It is what I concluded worked best for people outside of a direct focus on their physical problems. This is intended to fill a much neglected aspect of most self help programs available.

It is brief and to the point, without muck raking your past, confessing your sins or crimes.

Visualization Self-Programming [VSP] is basically  hypnosis that is carried out with focused visualization, a  non-trance mode. It is (I believe anyway) a really useful and direct way to help people to help themselves.



April 6, 2010

April 6, 2010 Software Writer’s dream of white faced man.

Filed under: Dream Sharing, self-analysis — ?> @ 2:57 pm

04/06/10 E-Mail from: Mountain Software Writer//To fateanalysisguy@gmail

April 6, 2010

Dream: White Faced Man, Persons and Dog from earler dreams.

Saturday,
I took my Wal-Mart bike out as the weather cleared up and it was warm enough that it really felt good. I went out toward the airfield and watched a few planes pass overhead including some probable air force pilot training runs. I returned by way of a small mall that had a Starbuck’s Coffee franchise. The coffee and roll really hit the spot. They have a youthful looking staff, not one of the employees looked over 18. (making me an old geezer) I examined with interest the female counter people, and concluded they were attractive by not exceptional, and so young that it would be silly for me to try to strike up a friendship with any. I had the thought it would be nice if I had my laptop with me as some of the customers were solitarily doing something on. Crap, I thought to myself, that would be a poor substitute for a good relationship, and besides two-thirds of my waking life and an unknown amount of my sleep world is filled with technology images, day residues that I can’t escape from.

That night, I dreamed I was at work and at lunch break. I went to the company cafeteria, which strangely looked like a Starbucks. The cashier that took my money appeared to be a close fit to my preferred female type, She resembled or maybe even was, the same woman, who is the company headquarters secretary, that was in a previous dream, and who in real life I could never bring my self to approach. She now, was the acting cashier, but was cold, not smiling and acted as if she was being imposed upon in doing what was she was required to do. I moved on, wondering if she was a mind reader, who was rejected my inner thoughts, in which I had wondered for a few brief moments, what a relationship with her would be like.

The place was full, so I took a seat at a table with some other employees, that I knew from sight, but not personally. As there were none here from my own department, I did not expect to enter into other than courtesy type exchanges. After a while a woman squeezed herself in between another person and me. I shifted as much as was possible but it was still uncomfortable.

Now all this up to this point, the dream is slanted, more or less, to day residues, but at this point the dream goes sort of wacky.

I somehow feel the body contact with the squeezed in dame was both desired-pleasant and forced-unpleasant and I associate her also with the company secretary I have been eyeing from a safe distance, for a year or more.

The lunch period ends and most the people leave, including this woman. I think, I feel relieved. I stay put, while the crowd leaves and only an other man and me remain. He sits two tables away. I see him in detail with lucid clarity. He is average build, a little overweight, with heavy coat on. However his head is unusually round and he wears a woven yarn cap, pulled down at an angle so that it covers the entire left side of his very whitish face. He looks at me with his uncovered right eye, and signals that he would like to speak to me. I approach and he offers me a dish with a bunch of green grapes on it. I take the grape bunch and try to split it in half with my fingers. It breaks apart uneven. I take the larger part and leave the smaller one on the plate. I notice the imbalance but I take the larger one, (unlike what I would characteristically do in a real situation). I jokingly mention that this sharing was a ‘horse and rabbit’ division.

Somehow, he looks German to me and I associate the strange cap to the headwear of old time German universities dueling fraternities and that maybe that his face was badly scared.

A blind man enters with a Seeing Eye trained dog, a German shepherd breed, a bright intelligent animal. I think it is the same dog that belonged to Steve Jobs, that I was accused of dognapping in some earlier dream.

The blind man sits next to the strange white faced man, who was apparently waiting for him. I feel this signals that I am an excused from further participation and I leave.

My Outreach:

I think this dream is more about my fear of death, body injury, ego injuries, my emotional scars, my blind spots, than about my starved love life.

Maybe some of you can see things here I miss. Let me know.

Just put “White faced man” in the subject and send it to

fateanalysisguy@gmail.com

March 30, 2010

SZONDI TEST STUDY GROUP APRIL 2010 NEW MATERIAL AVAILABLE

Filed under: revisionist psychology, self-analysis — Tags: , , — ?> @ 6:42 pm
Psychology professionals seem to have a love hate attitude, with the Szondi Test and the difficult to follow logic that the test’s inventor, Professor, Leopold Szondi, repeatedly said was built from thousands of test samples, taken at Hungarian schools, the army, prisons, mental hospitals. private clinics, by his devoted university students. His fellow Jewish Hungarians, Susan Deri, Michael Balant and David Rappaport carried word of the remarkable test to the English speaking world, as they fled the 1943 Nazi take over of Hungary.

In essence thee test works from, 48,  2″x3″, low tech facial photos, of persons with eight different psychiatric disorders, which a person likes or dislikes, depending on his personality and mood.  Interestingly Szondi derived from use of the test multiple revisions to psychoanalytic theory and practice.

Everyone is welcome to set in at the Szondi Test Study Group. Which is currently looking at his theory of four ego functions. He wrote many books and articles in the German language.

The Szondi Test Study Group [HERE]
WHAT ARE EGO STAGES?
FROM #00 YOU WILL FIND LINKS TO SIX MORE SZONDI DISCOVERED!! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -> [HERE#00]

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