About me — Through story and description I am a storyteller. A tradition that is in my blood. Not like the bards of old who entertain others while capturing moments of history. And not like the big authors of the modern age who write grand novels. I am an everyday storyteller. I capture the disparate parts of…

Hypnosis for Opening the Mindset Opening by Integrating Anchors In previous articles I have discussed the importance of opening the mindset to expand one’s ability to respond to life’s circumstances. (See my CORE Psychology collection here). Opening can be facilitated by healing the inevitable dualities that get created in people’s experience of themselves. This healing creates new meaning, perspectives…

by Harilaos Stefanakis — Webs of creation spirals of ordered chaos tied to vertical pillars ascending and descending like ladders of divinity connecting mother earth and father sky and dreams beyond the starlit darkness caught in dew drop reflections of silk While serpents see clearly as they spiral into infinity unfolding both order…

poetry by harilaos Ergo absurdity dies to release and dispel and roughly erase the unknown and dispassionate clinging to everyday objects To make room for vestiges of wisdom waiting in the silence and noise light and darkness touch and taste of everyday life Below you can listen to me read…

by Harilaos Stefanakis — In this version, I’m in the city, bound in concrete responsibilities I say I am stuck, it is anxiety speaking like praying for that which I do not want What will happen next is fixed in the ritual patterns of the streets I trod and the cacophony of sounds I have learned to…

The transformative power of a story This is a true story of a client I worked with in the prison system who transformed his life by being allowed to make visible a different story of who he was as a human being. This young man, like most incarcerated men I encountered, had a very traumatic upbringing…

by Harilaos Stefanakis I do not think, I intent I refuse nothing for the future not peace, not beauty, not catastrophe and the full human mending of the broken bones and spirits of life I do not sit in a broken circle I fill it with words that invite the other that…

A Mist-ical Solstice Musing in Prose — by Harilaos Stefanakis It is a crisp winter day. The northern solstice is upon us. No snow not even rain will come today, for the hands of Father Sky have descended to hold Mother Earth directly in their soft embrace. Colors recede into this union as if bowing low. Chaos…

One Year Anniversary I have now been on Medium for one year. I have more than 1K followers which took almost the full year to get to. The reality is that the number of views and reads I get have actually gone down regardless of the fairly consistent gains in followers. As those…