Recommended preface by Cai Zhonghuai

Recommended preface by Liao Yuepeng

Preface by Mrs. Elizabeth Moore Erickson

Introduction by Bly Ford Zini

Chapter 1 An American Psychotherapist

Betty Alice Erickson

My Cousin Lance suffers from congenital heart disease. He once told such a story. Ever since he was a little boy, he and my father (Milton Erickson) would often go out looking at trees together. They looked at how tall the trees were and found the largest and tallest trees around. Then they discussed how long the tree had lived, how it absorbed energy from the earth and sunlight, and how it supported the squirrels and birds that built their nests in the tree. …To what extent have they influenced the discussion of this issue? According to Lance, throughout his life he would almost always unconsciously look around to find the oldest, largest, and tallest tree in sight.

Chapter 2 Remembering My Father

Roxanna Erickson Klein

The death of her beloved dog Roger Leaving the family feeling lost and sad, the father began writing letters to White Belly (a fictional frog) in Roger's voice from "far away in the great bone garden." Later, the letters formed a series, and in the end I simply omitted the frogs and sent them directly to people at home. Although it talks about people around us, the letter is sent to more people.

Chapter 3 Memories

Allan Erickson

I remember a man who came to my father because he wanted to lose weight. Metracal had just been introduced at that time - it was originally a weight loss drink. Just drink a bottle of Metracal with a meal, which is equivalent to eating a nutritionally balanced food, and then you will lose weight. This man had been using Mai Chui Ke to replace meals for a long time, but he failed to lose weight successfully. His father had a detailed conversation with him before he found out what was going on. Mai Chui Ke was actually very unpleasant to drink, so in order to make it taste better, he put two tablespoons of ice cream in it!

Chapter 4 Grandfather’s Letter

Letter to 4-month-old Juliet on November 17, 1972:

No matter what others do I think people should learn in their own way. For example, I didn’t speak until I was four years old. Some neighbors thought I was mentally retarded, but my mother always protected me emotionally. Although my sister, who is two years younger than me, has been talking non-stop since she was one year old. Speak. Regarding my silence, my mother's statement was quite accurate: "The child is just busy doing other things. When the time comes, he will naturally speak."

Chapter 5 Erickson's Canoe Diary

1,200 miles in canoe, 1,000 miles in paddling, and 200 miles in steamboat. Work along the way, seize the time to study, and feel happy. The body has improved by 500%. Tanned like an Indian.

“Some things were tried, and some things were done, and then he had a night of peace.”

——Henry Wadsworth Wasteroe (1807- 1882) The poem "The Village Blacksmith"

Chapter 6 The Nature and Characteristics of Various States of Consciousness

——An in-depth hypnotic investigation with Aldous Huxley

During deep hypnosis, Huxley felt that he was in a deep and wide canyon, and I was sitting on the edge of a high canyon... In front of him, there was a broad and soft dry land. On the sand, there was a naked baby lying on the ground. He accepted this reality unconditionally. He stared at the baby, deeply curious about his behavior, and really wanted to understand the meaning of his movements of patting the ground with his little hands and crawling with his calves. And to his surprise, he found himself harboring a vague and odd feeling that he was the baby looking at the soft sand, trying to figure out what it was.

Chapter 7 Erickson, The Therapist in Colleagues and Friends

While we were sitting and chatting, Erickson pointed to the TV and asked me: "Over there Who is that little girl?" I looked there and saw myself as a child, three or four years old. I talked to him for a while, and I was describing what I saw, and then I got confused. He noticed the confused look on my face and asked me, "What's going on now?" I told him that if I looked down at my legs, I could see them hanging over the wheelchair, next to the floor. But if you didn't look at them and just felt them, you would be sitting in a bucket of water in the backyard with your legs crossed like a three-year-old child.

Conclusion