The Burning Cucumber

The Burning Cucumber refers to an Matrix Reimprinting/EFT session I had back in 2010.

I have forever had a dread of cucumbers. Irrational, yes. Real, definitely. It was one of those things that because it’s always been there you adapt, it become one of your quirks.  The dramatic, in mortal danger reaction if someone dares to put a slice with your salad ‘no…get it away, I need a fresh salad as THAT, the devils fruit, has infected the whole plate, how could you try and kill me me, do you not understand ‘I am allergic and will grow horns and vomit like the spawn of Satan grows inside me’….be gone foul beast’.

EFT, Matrix Reimprinting, NLPI actually think it started in the dinner hall at infant school.   Me aged 6 ‘v’ Mrs C, my class 2 teacher…who was a secret witch who ate children. She had noticed that I’d put a slice on the side of my plate and said I had to eat it, when I said I didn’t like it she cut it into QUARTERs (as if that was going to make it taste better) and made me eat it. I remember her saying it was just water……mmm maybe that is also why I struggle with the 2 litres I am meant to drink daily.

When I was about 12 or 13 I was given a complete skincare kit. This was because I’d started to wear make-up. The foundation which made me look like a zombie and the black eyeliner caked on, with pale pink lipstick  (well it was the 80’s)  coupled with teenage ‘fringe’ acne (the acne you get on your forehead through having created a warm environment of grease, hairspray and darkness in which the spots of the ‘fringe’ are born), it was thought I should learn about cleaning all the crap off.    The complete skincare kit of CUCUMBER!  WTF!  I hid it and reveled in the knowledge that my spots were a testament to having saved my soul.

When I was in my twenties a friend asked if I would like to go and see the Vagina Monologues and mentioned that there was a scene called the C word speech.  Now at this point I couldn’t even say the word ‘cucumber’ and to me this play was getting dodgier by the minute.  Why would there be a speech about cucumbers in a play about lady parts?  Would I be able to sit through a monologue where they said that hated word several hundred times, would I go into meltdown, be sick, or even worse freeze as that green, watery word engulfed me.  Noticing my unease and whiteness of face my friend said ‘I also have an issue with the C word’, I breathed a sigh of relief, it wasn’t just me then. ‘c..*….*….t’ she spelled. ‘what?  oh that word, phew I thought it was the other c word!’

A few years later I decided to take action and wrote a letter, not just any letter to a certain store requesting that they refrain from including cucumber (yes I wrote the word) in their layered salads as it seeped into the rest of the salad and even if it were possible to pick all the tiny, little, shredded cubes out you would still be able to taste, smell, feel, remember it….forever.  I received no reply, although I note that recently they now have salads cucumber free.  I like to think that they did that for me.

Back to the present…..well nearly.  Back to that fateful day in 2010.  I attended an EFT (Emotional Freedom Technique) and Matrix Reimprinting  training course as an ’emotional helper’. An ’emotional helper’ is an experienced qualified practitioner who, if any of the attendees get triggered by a demonstration are there to ‘tap’ them, this enables the trainer to continue the session. (I will explain more in a later blog).  On this particular course there were a few ’em’s’ so I was lucky enough, during a break out session, to work with an amazing practitioner called Pete. I decided to work on was my fear of cucumbers, not too risky but still quite huge.  Towards the end of the session he said imagining a burning cucumber…….we both thought this extremely funny and Pete said that would be a fantastic name for a book……and the rest,as they say, is history!

I still am not a fan of the green fruit. I still refer to it as the devils fruit. I can eat things with a small amount in and not flinch or heave and I can say the word CUCUMBER…….the picture in my head is of me in full combat gear with a flame thrower.

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