Just thought I'd share an example of a Hypnotic Brain Talk story.  You can learn how to create these stories as a certified Brain Quadrant Trainer in one of my training classes here in Ohio.  You also get NGH CEU's once you graduate from the advanced class.  In the story, notice the part about remembering...  (And yes, this is a true story from my childhood but you typically make them up for clients.)  Any questions, please e-mail me. 

This story involves all 4 of the brain quadrant program viewpoints in an encouraging, optimistic, respectful, team work attitude suggesting how to think in terms of possibilities even when we have at first clumsily used an ability. It INDIRECTLY suggests that each of the quadrants can work WITH instead of COMPETE with each other.  There are no emotional issues here per se.  This is just a story your clients can read.  However, when clients read and reread this "impersonal" story, you are programming the mind to act open-minded and work WITH others to resolve mental conflicts, the first step in changing PHYSICAL behavior.

The brain is designed so that each of us demonstrates at least ONE natural talent.  The other areas of lesser genius can still be developed.  Explaining that you CAN'T do a certain task because you have no natural ability is an excuse NOT to show up for your life.  We can always contribute SOMETHING valuable to a situation.  All we need to do is to commit to doing it.  Using this attitude, we stay connected and thrive in this world.

The sun sank slowly in the west and my sixteen-year-old body ached after a long horse ride. I sighed in relief as we stopped riding for the day. While we set up our camp, our stomachs grumbled at us to feed them.

Before we left the Girl Scout camp, Shadow Rim Ranch in Payson, Arizona, each girl made her own sandwich for lunch. We planned a filling dinner. And in order to eat, we would need to work together.

As a counselor-in-training, I was learning a lot. Our unit leader approached me calling me by my camp name. "Flebus, will you supervise the girls cooking our dinner?"

"Sure," I replied. Then the girls and I walked over to the place where we stored our supplies. We brought the food over to the cooking area.

I turned the food bags over a couple of times looking for printed cooking instructions. But, there were none. I had seen my mom cook spaghetti in the past, but she usually shoed us out of the kitchen while she cooked. Get where I'm going with this?

We opened the dehydrated pasta sauce bag (sounds yummy doesn't it?) and the spaghetti bag. Time to remember the past memory of mom cooking spaghetti. I pictured her boiling water and then putting in spaghetti. So, I told the girls we needed to build a fire and boil water for the spaghetti. Off we went to gather wood.

Sometime later, with fire ablaze, we soaped the outside of the pot and set it on the fire to boil. With the water bubbling from the heat, one girl said, "Flebus, how long should we let the water boil?"

I said, "Hmmm.... " I attain thought back to what I remembered about mom cooking spaghetti. As a kid, it seemed to take about an hour to me. Then I thought to myself, ‘I was just a little kid... I think about half of that should be right.' "Well, I guess we should let it boil for about 30 minutes. We'll let it sit and come back then," I finished brightly.

We kept our eye on the fire while we busied ourselves with additional meal-preparing activities. The timer went off after 30 minutes. We went over to the spaghetti pot. One of the girls put a long handled wooden spoon into the pot expecting to bring back up limp spaghetti strands. Much to our surprise she brought up spaghetti clumps. We looked at each other. The girls alternated between staring at me and the pasta lumps in the pot. "Ooh." "Blech." and other disapproving sounds graced the air.

The unit leader looked up from her camp chair and then walked over to the fire where we stood. "What's going on. Dinner almost ready?" Then she looked down at the pot. "What is that?"

"Spaghetti." I said with a blank look on my face. The girls hungrily looked on (probably hoping we had more spaghetti somewhere.)

The unit leader silently looked at me for a moment. Then she said, "Do you know how to cook?"

"No."

"Why didn't you tell me that?"

"Why didn't you ASK me that?"

The unit leader sighed. "Do you know how to tend to fires and safely cut and collect wood?"

"Sure!" I answered happily.

The unit leader called to a nearby counselor, Gremlin. "From now on, Fleeb, will supervise fires and firewood collection and Gremlin will supervise cooking."

"Ok." answered Gremlin.

The unit leader turned back to me and said, "Sound good to you."

"Sounds great!" I answered with relief.

The unit leader turned and walked back to her camp chair. She just shook her head.

If you are interested in an oatmeal style spaghetti recipe, I have one I'd be willing to share with you....