Janet Macy, R.I.P.
Janet Macy has been a friend and hypnotherapy colleague of mine for a long time now. We first met on line, through one of the old hypnosis chat rooms over on AOL, years ago. We shared a number of mutual interests - the paranormal, hypnosis of course, comedy (she had a wonderfully eclectic sense of humor) and communication of all kinds.
Janet was, above all else, a healer. She focused herself on helping people to grow into who and what they could be and what they wanted to become, sometimes even helping them realize that there was something even better than what had originally been imagined that they could achieve.
As a hypnotist, her technique was superb. She was one of the people that I would call on for advice or even for the occasional adjustment inside my own skull during some of the tough times after my very unpleasant divorce or "just because we can." She was one of the best. Period.
We finally met at the National Guild of Hypnotist's Convention 2000, in New Hampshire, where I was performing. She did me the singular honor of volunteering to be in the show and, later, at an informal "hypno-jam" with some of the other conventioneers, showed her stuff as an expert at rapid and instantaneous inductions as well. Again, her mastery of these difficult techniques was truly a delight to behold and, to be honest, experience.
Janet introduced me to Reiki as well, she was a rated Master, in 2004 at the NGH convention after I had been inadvertently injured while a volunteer, myself, in someone else's stage hypnosis show. She made a believer out of me in a matter of seconds, working on my throbbing knee and proving that there IS a connection that will cause the maxilla to drop when the patella is suddenly rendered pain-free without being touched!
We last saw each other in 2006, at the NGH convention, outside Boston. We were unfortunately unable to have much time to chat as we both would have liked - she was on a very busy schedule, as was I.
Sadly, I learned from her later that year that her cancer, which had been in remission, had reasserted itself in a very aggressive form.
We last talked about three weeks ago. She was tired, but still upbeat, looking forward to this and that, but the call ended on an uncharacteristically awkward note. I think she knew her time was short, but, true to herself, didn't want to burden me, or anyone else, with that idea.
My well wishes go out to her family, especially her husband, children and her grandchildren, of whom she was so very fond and proud. They can all take great pride that this special woman was a part of their lives.
I will miss her, as will all of those who loved her as friend, colleague, client, mother, grandmother, wife or even employer.
In deepest sympathy,
Lee Darrow, C.H.
Janet was, above all else, a healer. She focused herself on helping people to grow into who and what they could be and what they wanted to become, sometimes even helping them realize that there was something even better than what had originally been imagined that they could achieve.
As a hypnotist, her technique was superb. She was one of the people that I would call on for advice or even for the occasional adjustment inside my own skull during some of the tough times after my very unpleasant divorce or "just because we can." She was one of the best. Period.
We finally met at the National Guild of Hypnotist's Convention 2000, in New Hampshire, where I was performing. She did me the singular honor of volunteering to be in the show and, later, at an informal "hypno-jam" with some of the other conventioneers, showed her stuff as an expert at rapid and instantaneous inductions as well. Again, her mastery of these difficult techniques was truly a delight to behold and, to be honest, experience.
Janet introduced me to Reiki as well, she was a rated Master, in 2004 at the NGH convention after I had been inadvertently injured while a volunteer, myself, in someone else's stage hypnosis show. She made a believer out of me in a matter of seconds, working on my throbbing knee and proving that there IS a connection that will cause the maxilla to drop when the patella is suddenly rendered pain-free without being touched!
We last saw each other in 2006, at the NGH convention, outside Boston. We were unfortunately unable to have much time to chat as we both would have liked - she was on a very busy schedule, as was I.
Sadly, I learned from her later that year that her cancer, which had been in remission, had reasserted itself in a very aggressive form.
We last talked about three weeks ago. She was tired, but still upbeat, looking forward to this and that, but the call ended on an uncharacteristically awkward note. I think she knew her time was short, but, true to herself, didn't want to burden me, or anyone else, with that idea.
My well wishes go out to her family, especially her husband, children and her grandchildren, of whom she was so very fond and proud. They can all take great pride that this special woman was a part of their lives.
I will miss her, as will all of those who loved her as friend, colleague, client, mother, grandmother, wife or even employer.
In deepest sympathy,
Lee Darrow, C.H.
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