{"id":2983,"date":"2025-05-09T15:21:46","date_gmt":"2025-05-09T14:21:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/alex-kroll.com\/?p=2983"},"modified":"2026-06-30T08:34:20","modified_gmt":"2026-06-30T07:34:20","slug":"one-clients-journey-into-consciousness-and-healing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alex-kroll.com\/en\/la-aventura-hacia-la-consciencia-y-la-sanacion-de-alicia-una-clienta\/","title":{"rendered":"One client\u2019s journey into consciousness and healing"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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Let\u2019s dive in. This is the experience of a client, a Spanish woman in her forties, mother of three children, married for over fifteen years and recently separated. She doesn\u2019t identify with any particular religion, although her parents are Catholic.<\/p>

During our first encounter, she expressed her confusion: after so many years of living together, how was it possible that she hadn\u2019t realized something was wrong? How could it be that, when faced with things she didn\u2019t like, she hadn\u2019t \u201clistened\u201d to herself? What she truly wanted was to understand who she was and what was happening inside her.<\/p>

But she wanted to discover it on her own. She didn\u2019t want anyone telling her who she was or how she felt. She was looking for an inner, authentic exploration, born from direct experience. At the same time, she felt a mixture of sadness and anger: sadness for herself, and anger for having \u201cwasted\u201d so many years of her life.<\/p>

After the first inner space therapy session, I asked her to write about her experience. These are her exact words from that first encounter:<\/p>

Her testimony
I kept dozing off at times, and when I became aware of it, I\u2019d wake up without really knowing where I was. When I realized I was there with Alex, lying down, I felt embarrassed, thinking he might believe I had fallen asleep. Was I doing something wrong?<\/em>
I remember that suddenly I started to feel as if someone was tapping on my left arm, almost like someone poking me with a finger to get my attention. How strange, I thought. But I didn\u2019t say anything to Alex\u2014it felt more like something from my imagination.<\/em><\/p>

After a while, I felt as if someone was pulling on the same arm\u2026 as if the one who had been trying to get my attention, seeing that I wasn\u2019t responding, decided to pull me\u2026 and in that moment, I felt myself falling into a deeper level\u2026 and I began to feel that my body was changing, my face was changing\u2026 it was as if I were made of clay and my body was shifting shape\u2026 very strange\u2026 my shoulders started to broaden, my chest too\u2026<\/em><\/p>

I told Alex:<\/em>
Something strange is happening in my body, I feel it getting bigger.<\/em>
And then Alex asked me:<\/em><\/p>

\u2014Are you a man or a woman?<\/em>
My rational mind was stunned by that question\u2026 What do you mean, a man? Hasn\u2019t he seen me?\u2026 but then, feeling what my body was becoming, I answered without hesitation:<\/em>
\u2014A man.<\/em><\/p>

Yes, I felt like a man. A large, strong man.<\/em><\/p>

Curious. Very curious. And then an image appeared\u2014very clear, very vivid\u2014of me flying over a vast forest, landing on what seemed to be a stone cabin with a roof covered in what looked like stretched hides set out to dry\u2026 I flew over the house and as I headed toward the entrance, I could even see a stone threshold, worn down by the passage of animals and people, at the cabin’s entrance\u2026 I was about to go in quickly\u2026 but I couldn\u2019t\u2014something stopped me and the image disappeared.<\/em><\/p>

I told Alex, and at that moment I saw myself running through a forest. I saw the trees as I passed them. Early morning, misty, it seemed like winter\u2026 the image was greyish\u2026 I told Alex:<\/em>
\u2014I\u2019m running through a forest.<\/em>
Another image, like a shaman:<\/em>
\u2014I see a shaman dressed in bison skin.<\/em>
(And I thought to myself: How do I even know it’s bison skin? I have no idea. It’s like the words came out of my mouth without going through my head, but I was sure that if I said it, it must be true.)<\/em><\/p>

\u2014Good \u2014Alex said\u2014. And what does the shaman want?<\/em>
\u2014He wants to banish me from the village.<\/em>
(Am I seriously saying this?)<\/em>
\u2014And how do you feel?<\/em>
\u2014I feel like he\u2019s right. I did something wrong, something against the village rules, and I have to leave.<\/em><\/p>

Now I see my bare feet walking through a stream\u2026 they\u2019re the feet of a man. I can only see up to my knees.<\/em>
\u2014I\u2019m walking in a stream \u2014I tell Alex.<\/em>
\u2014And how are you feeling? Sad? As if you’re carrying a heavy burden?<\/em><\/p>

And at that moment, I came out of the man’s body and saw him. A young man, tall, with long blond hair, wearing animal skins\u2026 walking sadly, with his shoulders slumped forward\u2026<\/em>
\u2014Yes \u2014I said to Alex\u2014, I\u2019m walking with sadness.<\/em><\/p>

I re-entered the man\u2019s body and stopped in front of a tree\u2026 I looked up. I still have that image engraved in my mind\u2014I can still see the tree, its bark, a patch where the bark was missing just above my head. I wouldn\u2019t know what kind of tree it was, but it was very tall.<\/em><\/p>

\u2014I\u2019ve stopped in front of a tree. It\u2019s my tree \u2014I told Alex.<\/em>
\u2014And what do you want to do?<\/em>
\u2014Say goodbye \u2014I replied. At that point, I wasn\u2019t even wondering where my words were coming from anymore.<\/em><\/p>

Then I hugged the tree and began to cry, with a sadness so deep it felt as though I was emptying out a sorrow that had been stored there for thousands of years. A sorrow I hadn\u2019t even known was there.<\/em>
And then Alex said:<\/em>
\u2014Feel it. Feel the sorrow and see how it relates to your life now.<\/em><\/p>

And I understood. During the last months of my separation, I hadn\u2019t allowed myself to feel any sadness\u2014only anger\u2026 I had to keep going, for my children. No one could see how hurt I was. I had to carry on with my life\u2026 I hadn\u2019t let myself feel the grief. A grief that was necessary and very much present.<\/em><\/p>

Just like the man had to leave his village, I had to leave my marriage. A chapter in my life was ending. And even though I knew it had to be that way, it didn\u2019t mean I shouldn\u2019t grieve that part of my life that I once believed would last forever but was now coming to an end.<\/em><\/p>

Realizing that was a great liberation. Some of the anger faded, and I allowed myself to feel my vulnerability.<\/em><\/p>

This is the beauty and power of inner space sessions<\/a>: clients access deep, embodied realizations that go far beyond the ordinary mind and belief system. In that sacred space, healing transforms into a true hero\u2019s journey. This was the first session of many to come\u2026Are you ready for it?<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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