Last updated: 25 June 2015
The art world often uses X-ray to verify a painting’s authority.
Curious to know why?
Sometimes something unusual is discovered when X-raying a painting.
When it happens – it sets the entire art world abuzz.
What do they discover?
This:
That a lost masterpiece exists BENEATH the existing painting.
Examples:
The portrait of a woman was discovered beneath Van Gogh’s Patch of Grass.
A Leonardo da Vinci sketch was hiding underneath his veneered Virgin on the Rocks.
And an earlier Picasso painting lies hidden under his famous Rue de Montmarte.
In each case, a masterpiece lay hidden beneath the “outer” painting.
This serves as a great analogy for us as human beings.
Our “outer” facade often conceals an “inner masterpiece” of talent beneath it.
Doesn’t matter what we look like.
Doesn’t matter what we talk like.
Doesn’t matter where we come from.
And it doesn’t matter what we do in life.
In every case there lies hidden within us a masterpiece version of ourselves.
Unfortunately this masterpiece within us will not show up on an X-ray or an MRI scan.
It only shows up when we bring it to life.
And the only way to bring it to life (to unlock it) is to follow our passions with an unrelenting zest.
Our pursuit of our passions eventually reveals the true masterpiece that we are.
At first, you may not see it yourself.
But others will.
Others most definitely will.
And soon you’ll begin to notice it too.
After all, when you go at your passions full-out you’ll suddenly be the living version of the masterpiece that has been trapped away inside you.
Now I don’t know specifically what your passions are.
But if they involve hypnosis, I know you can become a “masterpiece of the hypnosis world” IF you pursue your passion of hypnosis with an unrelenting zest.
Every great hypnotist has got to be that way by pursuing their passion for the subject in that unrelenting way.
So, if your passion is there – why not join them?
Your “inner masterpiece” demands it!
I’ve always been a voracious reader. I have a black and white photo of myself at preschool age, looking at the camera while sitting in a chair holding a thick hard cover German book open as if reading it, although I hadn’t learned how to read even one word yet. The photo had been taken of me after I’d been spanked already a few times that day for touching my mother’s books so my face wears an expression of stoic resignation to another spanking. I remember believing that if I could just stare at the print, just a little bit longer, the meaning would suddenly become clear. Imagine my surprise when instead of getting another spanking, my mother smiled and snapped a photo of me instead.
A few years later while I was in grade school, the children’s library books bored me so I am thankful my mother checked out books I wanted from the adult library for me. I devoured books during summers, weekends, and evenings after school while my family watched television. I was reading the books faster than I could get away to the library to get more, so I always checked out the most books allowed by library policy on each visit.
This is probably how I decided to learn hypnotism, because I forget why I wanted to take a class to learn how to hypnotize, but I could have read something about it somewhere that piqued my curiosity. I don’t remember reading any book specifically about how to hypnotize before I took my first class. All I know for sure is that somewhere in my first hypnosis class it was like every book I’d read in my entire life and every thought I’d ever had became like pieces of a puzzle that I’d been examining and now suddenly for the first time I could see the big picture as certain pieces came together in my mind. It was like the picture in my mind had been black and white but now unfolded with vibrant colors as I realized hypnosis is what I was created to do from eons before I was born. This picture had always been there inside me, but I had just been handed the tool to wield like a paintbrush to make it manifest. Now on to learn how to wield it masterfully. Like the Man from la Mancha, my destiny calls and I go.
Thanks for writing in Deborah!