Start Date: June 27th (ending on Sunday August 1st, 2010)
Duration: 75 minute each session
Cost: $95.00 USD
Cost for one session: $25.00 USD
Language: English

This course is geared for Muslims although it is open to people of other faiths as well.  It is about the use of Energy Psychology, in this case Emotional Freedom Techniques or E.F.T. to raise our vibration regarding money and many of the issues related to it.

In the Quran, we learn that the outer is determined by the inner, e.g. Quran 13:11, and hence if we want to make a permanent change in any area – in this case our finances – we need to make sure that change happens within us.

We will be using E.F.T. to change our HAL, i.e. our thoughts and feelings, around money.  First by targeting our current vibration around money (income, savings, debt) and then targeting issues related to Rizq (provision) and our Sa`y (actions towards making money & acquiring wealth).

I have the program for the 6-week teleclass ready but the contents are adaptive to the participants’ needs and what they bring to the table.

Below is a list of the candidate topics that we might target during our teleclass.

What is EFT?
EFT (Emotional Freedom Techniques) is a simple, self-administered acupressure technique that can be used for removing negative emotions and removing disempowering beliefs. It's been used for a multitude of issues, ranging from fears such as public speaking, negative emotions such as anger and frustration, and even post traumatic stress disorder. It is also a highly valuable tool in overcoming marketing and business fears.

I don’t know E.F.T.: Can I still join?
Yes.  You don’t need to be an expert with E.F.T. to benefit from this teleclass.  You are expected though to watch few video clips about E.F.T. [totalling about 20 minutes], and to have a chart of the tapping points handy during the teleclass [I will be sending one to you].

Teleclass Contents
Here is the list of candidate topics that we might cover during the teleclass.  Again, I will adapt the topics to the participants’ needs.

• Identify and raise your current vibration around money
• Create a positive intention for making money
• Debts and Savings (or the lack thereof) carry different types of energy
• Early money paradigms
• Financial Traumas
• Miscellaneous
-- Isn’t it materialistic to go after money?
-- It is greedy to want to be rich when there are many people suffering
-- I can’t be spiritual and rich
-- Rich people are basically greedy and crooked
-- I don’t deserve to be rich
-- Lots of money bring lots of headaches (not to mention that I will be envied)

When Will You Wake up?
A Case of Mistaken Identity

A man awoke to find himself in a room he didn’t quite recognize.  Nothing was certain expect for an unexplained dizzy feeling.  All around him were mirrors, closets, and tables with trays of different-coloured makeup.  The place was familiar but what was he doing there?  Anxiety began to seep in as her struggled to remember.  But remember what?  This was obviously the dressing room of some large playhouse, but what was his role? Each time he looked into the mirror he felt a stab of pain, because he wasn’t quite sure who was looking back at him.  He felt suddenly alone.

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will ...
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill ...
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
as every one of us sometimes learns.
And many a fellow turns about,
when he might have won, had he stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man;
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor's cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt

Sitting there at the softly lit reception hall, surrounded by powerful and elegant people, Amal felt this was the night she had been waiting for all her life. As the newest junior partner in the firm, at last she had been invited up to the chief executive officer's lavish estate for his semi-annual big bash. Corporate giants from all over the world made it a point to attend these parties, and only the "who's who" received invitations. She had heard that here was where the real deals were put together. These men and women were the power brokers, and she wanted to be a part of it all.

Once upon a time in a land with no rhyme
There lived a people in darkness, imprisoned by time.
Their lives were filled with sadness and fears
And, oh, how they cried many rivers of tears.

To describe them wasn’t an easy task
The first one looked the same as the last.
They were selfish and rude, all were ready to burst.
Each had the same name, “Me First,” “Me First.”

Over and over again, like the birds,
They quickly repeated their two favorite words.
“Give me, Give me,” they’d chant from the time they awoke
So they were known far and wide as the “Gimme Gimme” folk.

They had huge heads
Which made dents in their beds
Because rather than listening to their hearts
They only listened to their heads.

We all know what a financial bank account is. We make deposits into it and build up a reserve from which we can make withdrawals when we need to. An Emotional Bank Account is a metaphor that describes the amount of trust that's been built up in a relationship. It's the feeling of safeness you have with another human being.  If I make deposits into an Emotional Bank Account with you through courtesy, kindness, honesty, and keeping my commitments to you, I build up a reserve. Your trust toward me becomes higher, and I can call upon that trust many times if I need to. I can even make mistakes and that trust level, that emotional reserve, will compensate for it. My communication may not be clear, but you'll get my meaning anyway.

How do you react when you think that you need people's love?

Do you become a slave for their approval? Do you live an inauthentic life because you can't bear the thought that they might disapprove of you?

Do you try to figure out how they would like you to be, and then try to become that, like a chameleon?  In fact, you can never really get their love this way.  You try to turn into someone you are not, and then when they say "I Love You", you can't believe it, because they are loving a facade.  They are loving someone who doesn't exist, the person you are pretending to be. 

It is difficult to seek other people's love. 
It is deadly.
In seeking it, you lose what is genuine.

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read
Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.

And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"

In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light.

While I was growing up, each chair at our family's kitchen table was spoken for. We kids had made our selections in the same sequence as our birth order-first come, first served, you might say-starting with me (the oldest) and followed by my sister and my two brothers.

I had picked the chair directly across from Dad. Everybody knew it as "Marcia's Chair." Sometimes, however, I would give up my chair for guests and it would become known by another name: the Crying Chair. Family, friends, and neighbors would sit in that chair when they needed a good cry, or someone to share their burdens with.

The comforting, musical sloshing and tinkling of the water, the only sounds in the otherwise quiet house, served to calm the air. The battle was over; a compromise had been struck, and the bath had been undertaken, albeit tentatively. At first, she had thought that he was only being stubborn and rude in his refusal to take a shower. Didn't getting cleaned up always make a person feel better? Didn't he realize how offensive his odor was? She'd even offered to do all the work, telling him that all he had to do was sit on the little bath stool. Still he'd refused. He had accused her of being bitchy and control¬ling: didn't she understand how weak he had become, how devastated by disease and pain?