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Dianne was interviewed on the Comcast Access,
Channel 17, Paranormal Connection TV show by host
Danna Wilberg.
The interview will air Monday, January 21, 2008 at 9:00pm,
with encore shows on Tuesday, January 22 at 1:00pm and
Wednesday, January 23 at 5:00am. All three days can also
be viewed on the web at the same times -
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huge. The hypnotherapist gave me a sense of
control that I can stop those anxieties. She
helped me learn to visualize calm scenarios,
which worked like vacations for my brain. It
helped me to sleep, finally."
Emily Cole, Sacramento
As printed in Sacramento Magazine, Aug. 2005
to be a very caring professional
skilled in the art of
hypnotherapy
and personal development.
Her ability to counsel me and
treat my situation produced
immediate results and
lasting behavioral changes.”
--M. Currier, Author &
Educator, Sacramento
As I walked up the hall to Dianne’s office, I doubted I would benefit from my
hypnotherapy session. My friend Ernie hypnotized me once and all I
remembered was a heavy arm and Ernie’s suggestion that I visit a tropical
island. But what was eating at me refused to go away. I hoped Dianne would
help. I had met her before, and remembered her sparkling personality. I
knew I would feel “safe” with her. Fortunately for my nerves, finding her office,
located on a main street, was as easy as I had anticipated.
Dianne waved at me as I almost passed her room. She smiled gloriously
and welcomed me in. I sat in a cozy reclining chair, but my thoughts turned
sour...maybe I wouldn’t do well...what if I disappointed Dianne...I shouldn’t
have dressed so casually, in shorts...Dianne looked terrific in her gold blouse
which matched her nails, and black tights, mini-skirt, and chunky shoes. As I
made a connection between Dianne’s hair style and Kim Basinger’s in the
movie, “L. A. Confidential,” Dianne asked me what I wanted to accomplish,
evoking my gnawing dilemma -- whether to go to Chicago or stay in
Sacramento with my sick dog. Homer, my precious basset, had lymphoma
and was in chemotherapy. Dianne assured me she would address my
confusion and if I seemed responsive she would suggest specific scenarios.
Her plan seemed reasonable and I nodded approval to begin.
Although I vaguely remember Dianne’s articulate, musical voice, I clearly
remember my experience. As I visualized Homer sitting with me on a grassy
hill on a sunny day, slow tears trickled down my face. Why was I crying?
Because Homer was getting on in years and I still had not achieved my goals
-- a house of my own and a job I liked. Trying to stop crying only made things
worse. Now I was awash in misery, my face perfectly wet. Dianne interrupted
my self-rebuke by asking me to remember a different time. I forget exactly
what she said, but suddenly I felt my face grinning broadly; it seemed like
sunshine after rain. “Yes, that’s it,” she encouraged. I recalled a time 20
years ago when I was practicing for a piano recital dedicated to my best friend
who had died. Before I played the piece for my teacher, Roy, I told him that I
was terrified; this was the hardest piece I had ever played. When I finished
playing Roy said, “Virginia, I have heard many students interpret this piece but
yours is the best. So what’s the big fear? It is an unnecessary fear.”
Under Dianne’s skillful direction, my unconscious showed me that my fear for
Homer was unfounded. The chemotherapy treatments had been successful;
Homer was in remission. I had both oars in the water and my boat was
coming in. Ahoy! Land mass ahead!
My experience with Dianne continued beyond the actual session, as she had
suggested it would. When I came out of my trance, I thought I had zeroed-in
on “the answer”, but as days went by, a deeper understanding surfaced and
trust in my navigational abilities grew. I realized my answers to a couple of
Dianne’s questions were wishy-washy, and I figured out better, truer answers,
remembering how I really felt.
I wish I could bottle the buoyant, Dom Perignon feeling I had when I left
Dianne’s office but knowing it happened is enough for now. I thank Dianne
for helping me realize that I am a seasoned travellor. Because of her, I
visualized the nightly Navy Pier ferris wheel circling and sparkling like a
diamond bracelet dancing on the water. I couldn’t have done that without her.
Virginia Sajac
May 2000
