A therapist describes a client named Marcus who emerged from trance with an urge to pick up and put down objects. His higher self said his hands were not made for stillness. The same message appeared in two other unrelated clients' sessions.
Who is he when he's not building? He built an entire company so he would never have to find out. Then his higher self brought up something Marcus never told me. His hands. For 3 weeks, they hadn't known what to do with themselves. Here's the thing about this work. Clients don't remember most of what comes through. When Marcus came out of trance, he remembered the workbench. That's it. So I asked him, "What's going on with your hands?" He looked down at them. "Funny you mention it. I—" I keep having this urge to pick things up and then put them down, almost like I'm looking for something but don't know what. He had no idea why I asked. His higher self had already answered. His hands know what they are. They weren't made for stillness. Hold on to that, because the same message showed up in the next two sessions, and these people have never met.
