What the heck is all this hypnosis voodoo witchcraft malarkey?

You think it’s stupid hippie crap.

You’d rather take pills and keep hurting because that’s what you’re familiar with.

Your mom thinks it’s devil worship or something.

You’re too embarrassed to ask about it because it’s just too weird and the doctor said there wasn’t any evidence or whatever.  

Actually it’s all science. But I prefer to call it Mental Magic, myself.

 

And I know why you constantly self sabotage.

And that you’re so self conscious you won’t allow your photo to be taken.

And why you hate your body for being sick and bloated and complicated.

I know that you live in fear of failure, have had a complex about your cellulite since you were twelve, and hate all perfect yoga princesses on Instagram (while secretly wishing you were one).

Believe me, I know.

A woman wearing a funky headdress to show Hypnosis can be used for self love and positive thoughts

Healing Hypnosis Can Help You Get Better for FREE

It helped me overcome over 25 years of suffering:

    • I used to puke junk food into my neighbor’s bushes and pretend I wasn’t bulimic

 

    • I’ve spent two decades battling acne and clinging to the mirror’s opinion with incredible determination.

 

    • I’ve been a bad tempered, foul mouthed, insulting, ungracious bitch for most of my marriage.

 

    • After ten years of chronic illness, I found out in 2015 that I had life threatening parasites, SIBO, candida overgrowth, adrenal fatigue, hormone dyregulation, and gene mutations that caused mitochondrial dysfunction and chronic fatigue.

 

    • I’ve spent years racked with guilt, shame, inadequacy, fear, and debilitating doubt.

 

    • Several failed career attempts left me angry, confused, and making next to no money for many years.

 

    • For most of my adult life, I have been depressed, furious, judgemental, anxious, aimless, critical, and largely living in the head space that life sucks and shit happens. 
      Hypnosis can help with eating disorders

    And that’s just for starters.

    But it means I’ve been where you are. I know.

    I ain’t no spirit mama whose holier-than-now-presence means I exist above you in a plane of ethereal superiority.

    Nah.

    I be 100% flesh and blood of the sinner.

    This means I am uniquely qualified to tell you that the bottom of the barrel sucks the big one and there’s no need to go down there to see for yourself.

    I’ve been to the valley of the shadow of death. I know how her breath smells. I can already tell that hypnosis is for you – even if you’re scared.

  • Is Healing Hypnosis for You?

Before you bunk off and decide hypnosis from a back-alley peddler is pure hokum, I need you to answer a great big resounding NO to every single one of these questions:

Do you:

  • Feel like you’ve been sick for a very long time and nothing seems to be able to work at making you well again?
  • Feel like life is harsh, pointless, lonely, and that you’ve been sold false hope and fake dreams?
  • Feel like you are stuck, barely living, just going through the motions, not caring, not connecting? 
  • Think you’ll never be pretty, thin, smart, capable, strong, or qualified enough to peruse your dreams, meet the perfect partner, or achieve your goals?
  • Scroll through your social media feeds several times a day, only to feel gross, depleted, envious, and depressed?
  • Get hung up on the opinions, comments, or criticisms of others?
  • Have fears that you simply can’t shake, no matter how many self-help books you read?
  • Dwell on your inadequacies, picking every aspect of your body apart with harsh criticism?
  • Replay failures and embarrassments in your head, over and over?
  • Allow your worst nightmare scenarios to take over your imagination and prevent you from living your best life?
  • Doubt yourself, second guess your intuition, and tangle yourself up in cycles of sabotage?
  • Dwell on past hurts, experiences, relationships, or traumas?

Did you answer NO to all of them?

If not, congratulations on passing the test.

Welcome to being human.

hypnosis for improving mindset

The good part is, this means you are a double-bubble candidate for hypnosis healing.

For GETTING BETTER FOR FREE

Your brain is screaming for help.

It doesn’t mean to…but it’s keeping you sick.

Your emotions, reactions, and beliefs are desperate for realignment.

You are so totally ready for an uprising of preconceptions, a revolution of understanding and miracles that shake your weary bones to the morrow.

Maybe my mental magic isn’t for you. Totally cool. Be blessed, and find spirit, energy, health and healing that inspires the change you desire.

However, I just have to say, I know exactly how to tap into every single one of these issues you’ve faced.

Just throwing it out there.

Here’s my proposition to you:

Try my hypno. 

Just try it for 15 minutes everyday, for two weeks.

It’s free.

It’s specifically designed for you.

 

If you’ve got a spare 15 minutes each day, and are interested in sexy, juicy, empowered healing and wellbeing, building confidence, and perusing your dreams then I can teach you how to use 1% of your day to totally transform the other 99%.

You can spare 1%. Don’t pretend.

(Tony Robins says, “If you don’t have ten minutes, you don’t have a life.” I’m tacking on an extra 5 and socking it to ya!)

How healing hypnosis has helped me (and can help you, too):

  • I’ve come to a place of peace, happiness, gratitude and acceptance in my body (so huge for a former bulimic).
  • I have found profound physical healing from carousel of maladies way quicker than by any other method.
  • My self confidence has improved beyond my imagination and I have so much love for my bod, my appearance, and the process of aging.
  • I’ve become a nicer, calmer, happier, MUCH more patient human, connected to my purpose and energy. 
  • I’ve unexpectedly opened up a creative cavern, and my artistic endeavors have sallied forth with more ideas, passion, and energy than I ever allowed myself previously.
  • I’ve become more open, loving, and understanding in all relationships, especially my marriage (my husband emphatically concurs).
  • Significantly decreased stress, tension, anxiety and depression in my mind, work, and relationships.
  • It has heightened my intuition and insight about myself, others, and the situations I face.

I continue to add to this repertoire of subconscious successes all the time (I’ve been studying this stuff for years, but saw significant results within about a month) of committing to daily practice.

Anecdotal, you cry! Poppycock of the highest order!

Maybe. That’s up to you to decide. But I believe in hypnosis. I really do. And the fact is, it’s backed up by science. But you don’t have to take my patchwork word for it. I would whole-heartedly encourage you to do your research and get informed.

Whether or not you choose to involve yourself with my content is neither here nor there.

But you need to get a handle on yourself somehow.

Hypnosis to help your mindset improveOr this will happen to you

Your anxiety.

Your fear.

Your doubt.

The cold harsh feelings of isolation and nothingness that you can’t even describe.

The old hurts and ugly history and frantic relationships.

And you can. Starting today. Right now.

Open your heart and mind to this journey of self discovery. Understanding. Beautiful, meaningful release.

That which we focus on becomes us.

Let’s focus.

Be Beautiful Today.
xoxo

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Don’t you kind of hate wellness blogs?

So freaking perfect. Sexy sea hair. Never sweaty. 

A woman staring into a mirror making a bad face at wellness blogs.

Me in the Bahamas, loving the sun, sipping a cocktail, being gorgeous, obviously

Hate is a bit harsh.

And I’m definitely not hating on wellness bloggers.

(I am one, after all.)  

They’ve got one small corner of the world tidied very neatly up in designer  and exceptionally glamorous photography. They do the do with stylized perfection, flawless finish, and seemingly effortless grace.

Actually, I quite like a wellnessblog from time to time.

The Importance of Wellnes Blogs

The world could do with making a little more room for wellness and a little (or a lot) less room for spiralling, exponential existentialism.

But.

After a bonanza of wellness seeking, I very quickly sniffed out a common silk thread among them: high-end product reviews, looking like a million casual bucks over muesli breakfast with raspberries, and endless holiday snaps with choral bikinis and designer sunglasses.

Who cares?! It’s not like I want to float in the azure waters of paradise, so carelessly cool and amazing.

A flawless depiction of Barbie and wellness blogsThe actual pink of perfection

Just kidding.

That’s great. It’s cool. I can deal.

A Different Kind of Wellness Blog

Except for, don’t you kind of want some depth? Like spine tingling, tears in your eyes, possibly-going-to-vomit-depth?

Don’t you want to find yourself?

Learn how to love who you are in the best possible way right now?

Find wellness that’s more than designer labels?

A sense of meaning and purpose and life and lust and freaking magic?

Create a life that emanates wellness from within?

Maybe you don’t want depth. Maybe the superficial mamas will be the last ones standing, laughing in next season’s moody mauve kitten heels, while I’m slung over a railing with chunks in my hair.

That would be less cool and I would be less interested in dealing – but I do have a sneaking suspicion there are some folks out there with a similarly unsatisfied appetite.

So, let’s eat. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.

Without taking anything away from the well edited and carefully cultivated, I’m simply looking to carve out my wellness corner with everything that falls between the cracks.

What you’re afraid of. 

The real reason you spend all your money on clothes you don’t need. 

Your shitty disappointments and the odd face plant.

The actual time it takes and the real size and shape of things.

Give me the main course, baby.

Barbie with mangled handRough times for Barbie, but she’s still MegaBeauts

I’m all for a five minute fantasy.

Sometimes, it’s just what I need.

But I want my meat and two veg, too.

Creating a Wellness Mindset


So, if you want to stick to the creatively-calculated-straight-and-narrow, you have my blessing. Go forth and bask in immaculately manicured oblivion. 

If, however, you’re happy for shit to get real, and possibly hit the fan, you’ve arrived at the right place, and very much on time. If you want to take back your brain, body and beauty from the mess of uncertainty, doubt, and fear – Oh honey. You be at the right place. 

Lots of jewellery hitting the fan Thoroughly real, thoroughly hit

Creating WellnessDespite the Past, Present, or Future

Years of my life were spent in fear, doubt, loneliness, my bones rattling with uncertainty and self loathing.

I battled over a decade of chronic illness, pain, parasites, terrible gut health, depression, and an eating disorder.  

And I don’t want that for you.

This is MegaBeauts. Where you and me and everyone else can be just totally juiced up on the weird, real, backward, not sure, round-the-houses, frenzied world of wellness as it occurs to us everyday.

And take all that mess and find our power in it.

Take back our brains because we smart mamas.

Take back our bodies because we strong bitches.

Take back our beauty because we own that shit. 

You need to feel better.

Now.

Do it for FREE

A woman sitting in a field of daffodils on the cover of the e-book Get Better for Free by Anna Kay

 

 

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on. Let me get this straight: you’ve worked in a cosmetic clinic?

Yes.

But doesn’t that mean you’re a fraud and not practicing what you preach?

Sure, if you want to get nasty about it.

But I’d like to put this contradiction in terms to bed, if you don’t mind.

A banana tucked in bed

What is beauty, really?

Beauty is intrinsically linked to honesty; the deception of the disingenuous will always blow their own cover in the end.

Obviously, the definition of beauty extends well beyond our superficial ablutions (something I have a lot of time for, vanity being my favorite vice).

It’s who makes us feel beautiful.

It’s who helps us to help ourselves be better, open, honest versions of who we are.

Things and people and places that unlock the tiny, magical chambers of our hearts that so easily get sealed up and forgotten about.

I mean that.

It ain’t just lip service, ya’ll.

But, back to the accusation.

The Truth About Cosmetic Clinics

Yes, I spent 5 minutes working in a cosmetic clinic. And I hated it.

I love the beauty industry. Skin and products and health and science and creativity and personal expression and freedom and magic.

But every day I saw men and women coming in, desperate to become someone new. Someone they’re not. Trying to plump up their happiness with fillers and smooth over their problems with Botox.

Maybe you know someone like that.

Maybe it’s you. 

And, of course, when the needle didn’t provide the seismic shift they were after, it was inevitably a short coming of either myself or the clinic. The hostility!

I’ve never known such deep dissatisfaction, and I’ve never had the emotional baggage of the world dumped so unceremoniously at my feet, expecting a permanent fix now now now now now.

Whoa.

Honestly.

The energy of that place, those people. Toxic. Not one tiny bit beautiful. I had no idea beauty was surrounded by so much fear, self loathing, doubt, and shame. 

It’s a real blow, because I went to the trouble of training, and have all the enthusiasm in the world for this stuff, and yet, something was off. Off by miles and miles, in fact. Suddenly, being in the fully fledged cosmetic industry was distinctly hideous.

and old woman struggling with the psychological darkness of beauty and trying to use a serum to become young again

The Psychological Darkness of Beauty

Originally, when I set about pursuing this career path, I had a very idealistic mindset; I believed that if you pulled the trigger on something small, it would have the power to affect much greater change than the sum of it’s molecules, which could ultimately lead to more beautiful world all the way around.

You tidy up your bikini line, remove a mole or two, or gently lift an ageing jawline, and miraculously offer someone a fresh perspective and a shiny new bow of confidence to wear in their hair.

They in turn release the positive vibes, and the beat goes on. Sounds good, no?

Ha.

Turns out, the equation is much more complicated than all that. It’s a balancing act. Very tricky.

Removing Mrs. Hove’s mole is not just about a radiotherapy device rearranging skin cells into a more favorable configuration.

It’s about her husband and the way he looks at young Sylvia at the market. And the way Sylvia looks back at him.

When Alice the librarian decides to have full Hollywood laser hair removal, it’s not just because she’s a kick-ass feminist with intelligent political opinions, who believes women should be able to handle their bodies however they please; she’ll never forget how humiliated she was when she lost her virginity at 16 to that Steven who thought pubic hair was disgusting.

The tricky balance of beauty and the mind with a hippo balancing on the tip of red lip stick

So you see, really I needed to have gotten a degree in psychology before I got anywhere near this stuff.

Where the Mind Meets the Body

When someone came in asking to become Barbie, I never rubbished them. 

However.

It does makes me sad to think that people can’t just accept what they look like. That I can’t just accept what I look like. But deeper still, that the details we hold against ourselves are often just metaphors for far more sinister insecurities that a syringe is never going to touch.

Old stories.

Deep hurts.

Terrible secrets.  

Yet at the same time, I love the freedom and am fascinated by the process which brings people to seek physical changes.

I’m about as vain as they come, and certainly not above accepting a helping hand myself; I would never begrudge anyone whether they decide to go full throttle plastic or sun kissed hippie. I believe beauty is art, and firmly in the eye of the beholder.

So, the truth is, I’m a mess. I’m all over the shop and there’s no telling whether I like it or hate it or am confused or sad or tickled to pieces by all this beauty nonsense.

Creating a Beautiful Mindset

But, let’s get real kids. That’s what this is all about.

Most people want to improve the way they look, and my ethos is: life is short. Do it.

But DO NOT do it without asking yourself the hard questions first.

Are you running from something?

Hiding from something?

Is this a choice made out of fear and self loathing?

Can you back away and take an objective look at your motives? Can you honestly say you are making a decision from the right perspective? Do you have your beauty mindset in alignment?

Please, go forward with love and blessings. Your choices are sacred. Know yourself. I accept all.

But don’t get consumed by it.

Don’t expect it to change your pathological behaviors, make your blow up doll an actual living husband, or suddenly create time and space in a forever perfect continuum.

Beauty is full of psychological darkness, and we all have to explore ourselves deeply and honestly.

But if Botox is going to fill your balloon with a little happy helium, then fill away, my friend.

Balloon filled with happy helium

Finding That Balance

Our desire to be attractive is biological and makes a lot of sense.

I don’t think anyone should be punished for augmenting their looks, (although motives are an important factor to consider –Botox is jolly nice, but it’s not a marriage counsellor).

And I don’t think anyone should be vilified for keeping it natural, and just letting the wind blow where it may.

It’s all valid.

However, I’m over the artifice. Fuck off with the false pretenses and the over-indulgent selfies.

I’m over it.

If you’ve had a boob job, fine, but don’t pretend you were born with that much silicone in your body.

If you’ve had your lips plumped and your brows tattooed, fuck off trying to make everyone feel bad about theirs. You only reveal how insecure you really are, and that you wasted your money trying to convince yourself you were better than you feel. 

I’m 100% cool with anyone who wants to enhance their beauty in any way.

Just leave the bullshit at the door.

A squash pretending to have amazingly big boobs and haunted by the psychological darkness of beauty

Maintaining a Beautiful Mindset

Changing something about your appearance may be considered a confession of weakness.

Vanity.

Self delusion.

Lack of self confidence.

Maybe it is. And maybe your choices offend others.

Or threaten them, even.

There’s an awful lot of hate out there. 

But for me, it’s an opportunity to choose empowerment.

And that’s what I want from and for everyone.

Be honest.

Take control.

Stay honest.

Let’s create beauty for love. Let’s create a beautiful mindset that serves our highest purpose and those around us. 

That makes you feel good and is inclusive. 

Take back our brains because we smart mamas. Take back our bodies because we strong bitches. Take back our beauty because we own that shit. 

Super-natural or super-glam.

No shame.

Just be real about it.

Instead of approaching beauty with expectations for yourself and others, join me in choosing to sally up to it with a sense of curiosity.

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Tell me. Have you gone to lengths to change your bod into something that other’s see as unacceptable? Do you secretly want to be Dolly Parton? Have you had a procedure done that your partner doesn’t know about? Why? I want to know.