Sarah Campbell Lambert

01/11/2025

The mind controlls everything. Understand the mind and change deep rooted beliefs about yourself is easier than you think. 🌈❤️

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Finally, he found one — a man awaiting ex*****on in the electric chair.
The scientist offered the condemned man an alternative: to take part in a psychological experiment. The method, he said, would be simple — a small cut on the wrist, allowing the blood to drain slowly, drop by drop. Death, he promised, would be painless. Peaceful. The prisoner, desperate to avoid the electric chair, agreed.
He was laid on a stretcher, strapped down so he couldn’t move. A shallow incision was made — just enough to feel real — and a small metal bowl was placed beneath his arm. Beneath the bed, the scientist set up a bottle of serum with a valve that released liquid, drop by drop, into the bowl.
The prisoner heard each drop and believed it was his own blood leaving his body. Slowly, the scientist began reducing the flow, creating the illusion that his “blood” was thinning.
As time passed, the prisoner grew pale. His heart pounded. His breath came in short, panicked bursts. Finally, when the scientist closed the valve completely, the prisoner’s body gave out. He suffered a heart attack — and died.
The experiment had proven one chilling truth: the human mind believes what it perceives. What we accept as real — whether positive or negative — shapes our entire being, both mentally and physically.
The mind has no limits when it deceives itself. And when it can’t understand something, it invents its own truth — often mistaking the natural for the supernatural.
In life, we often face obstacles that seem impossible to overcome. Someone might tell us there’s no hope — and if we believe it, that belief becomes our reality.
“He who thinks of failure has already failed.
He who thinks of victory is already one step ahead.”

21/10/2025

A video I made seven years ago but still just as relevant today. Mindfully transmuting anger - so ridiculous to hold onto it but it seems to be a habit these days that's hard to kick off.

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13/10/2025

What a great idea!

In Germany, some supermarkets have introduced something amazing called “pet parking pads.” These are small, temperature-controlled, and well-ventilated kennels placed outside stores, designed to keep dogs safe and comfortable while their owners shop. Instead of leaving pets in hot cars or tied outside, owners can now let their furry friends relax in these cozy, secure pods. Each kennel is climate-controlled, ensuring the perfect temperature no matter the weather... a thoughtful upgrade for pet-loving shoppers!

This creative idea shows how German supermarkets are putting both customers and their pets first. It’s a small but meaningful way to make shopping more stress-free and animal-friendly. Shoppers can take their time inside without worrying, and dogs get a cool, comfy spot to rest outside. It’s innovation that truly cares for everyone... humans and their four-legged family members alike. Would you love to see something like this in your city?

26/08/2025

Ahh! The world thrives on connection, kindness and community. ❤️❤️❤️

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"My name’s Morris. I’m 78. Live alone since my Edna passed five years back. Every Tuesday, I catch the 10:15 bus to the library. Same seat. Same walk. For years, it was quiet. Just me, the pigeons, and that old green bench at Oak Street stop.

Then last winter, I started noticing the kids. Not playing. Not laughing. Just.... sitting. Heads down. Fingers flying over phones. Even in the rain. One Tuesday, a girl in a purple backpack sat hunched, shoulders shaking. Not crying, just empty. Like the bench swallowed her whole. My chest hurt. I remembered my grandson, Liam, before he got that scholarship. Same look. Like the world forgot he existed.

I went home restless. Edna always said, "Morris, you fix what’s broken." But what’s broken here? Phones? No. Hearts.

Next morning, I dug out my grandson’s old tablet. Spent three shaky hours learning QR codes (turns out YouTube tutorials are for young eyes!). Printed simple signs,

SCAN ME. TELL ME YOUR STORY.
I’M LISTENING.

Taped them to the bench corners. Used duct tape—Edna’s favorite "fix-all."

First week? Nothing. Kids walked past like the signs were trash. Mrs. Gable from 42 scoffed, "Foolishness, Morris. They want screens, not old men." Maybe she was right.

Then, a miracle. A boy, maybe 12 scanned it. Sat there 20 minutes, typing. Later, I checked the shared Google Doc (yes, I set one up! Edna would’ve laughed). His words,

"My dad’s sick. Mom works nights. I’m scared. But I drew a dragon that breathes glitter. It’s in my pocket."

My hands shook. I bought glitter glue and left it under the bench with a note, "For the dragon artist. Keep shining. —Morris (the bench friend)"

Next day? A folded paper airplane landed beside me. Inside, a glittery dragon. And "Thanks. Dad’s smiling today."

Word spread. Kids started coming early for the bus. Scanning. Typing. A girl wrote, "Bullies call me ‘robot’ ’cause I love coding. But robots don’t feel sad, right?" I left a book: "Ada Lovelace, Girl Who Dreamed in Code." She left cookies the next week. "Robots eat sugar too"

It wasn’t perfect. Rain washed away signs. Some ignored it. But slowly.... the bench changed. Kids sat together. Talking. A teen scanned and wrote, "I’m failing math. Too ashamed to ask." Two girls saw it, messaged him, "We’ll help. Meet us here Saturday." They did. Now they tutor three kids a week.

Then came the cold snap. I slipped on ice, broke my hip. Two weeks in hospital. Felt useless.

The day I got home, I shuffled to the bus stop... and stopped dead.

The bench was covered. Not in trash—but in notes, drawings, tiny gifts. A knitted coaster ("For your tea!"). A Lego robot ("From the coding club!"). A photo, kids holding a sign "MORRIS’S BENCH: WE SEE YOU."

Mrs. Gable was there, hammering a new sign into the post. "Took you long enough to heal," she grumbled. But her eyes were wet. "We added a real mailbox. For stories too long for phones."

Now? Twelve bus stops in town have "listening benches." Run by teens, retirees, even the grumpy postman. No apps. No donations. Just... space to be heard.

Yesterday, the glitter-dragon boy (now 14) helped me plant marigolds in a pot by the bench. "You taught us," he said, patting the soil, "loneliness is the only thing that really needs fixing."

I think of Edna. She’d say I fixed the bench. But the truth? Those kids fixed me. They reminded me that broken hearts don’t need grand gestures. Just a safe place to whisper, "I’m here." And someone willing to say back, "I hear you."

We’re not waiting for buses anymore. We’re waiting for each other. And that? That’s how the world gets warmer. One scanned story at a time."
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By Mary Nelson

19/08/2025

Genuine acts of kindness bring a wealth of benefits – for our mental health, emotional wellbeing, and even our physical vitality. Kindness is a unique heart ...

30/04/2025

I've been banging on about Adlerian theory for a while now and the explanation in this video hits the nail on the head.

Time line therapy is perfect for bringing stuck trauma from the past in to a processed present day reality.

Hypnotherapy is perfect for subconscious processing in a gentle way, seeing the big picture and creating neural pathways for a new way forward.

The mirror technique takes us from victim to powerhouse every single time.

Somatic tools, mindfulness, and creative visualisations help us connect mind and body for optimum health.

Total responsibility for ones life on every level is not only necessary for a successful life and to love fully, but sets us free.

If you want to explore and create your life, book a session with me through this page or dm me for an on-line appointment and let's get cracking!

Big love,
Sarah ###

28/04/2025

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This is why we dance. ###

"At 51 years old, Anna Halprin was slowly dying. Doctors had diagnosed her with severe, incurable bowel cancer. All she had to do was resign herself to the approaching end. Instead, Halprin took up dance and, as fantastic as it sounds, defeated the cancer. Since then, for more than 40 years, she has danced – not for the sake of art, but for the sake of health. At 92, Anna Halprin frequently performs and teaches others how to heal. There is no magic or anything supernatural in her story. 'The natural self-healing mechanism is built into every cell of the body.'
A wonderful way to trigger this mechanism, says Halprin, is to start dancing. Not just any way, but to connect the movements with your feelings and experiences.
That's what happened to Anna. After learning about the illness, she took some paints and on a large canvas drew her cancer as she imagined it. The result was a threatening abstract blot. Anna hung the painting on the wall, invited a dozen friends, and performed the Dance of Cancer in front of the painting. The idea was to use the language of dance to 'speak out' fears and doubts. It looked quite unusual, and sometimes even frightening: while dancing, Halprin spread her arms, made sharp movements, squatted, hissed, and moaned. There was something almost religious about it.
'One day, when I was a child, I saw my uncle praying and swaying as he prayed,' says Anna Halprin. 'Then I thought that God must be a dancer.'
Surprisingly, the dance of cancer helped. Anna Halprin is completely cured. 'My struggle with the disease was an incredible gift for me,' she admits. 'Before the cancer, I lived to dance. After that, I dance to live.' This is the art of dancing to live that Halprin has been teaching her students ever since. Her method is to establish a deep connection between the mind, the unconscious, and the physical body itself. For example, she asks students to take a piece of paper and draw their fears, worries – whatever comes to mind. And then, improvising, 'dance' that drawing. That is, to talk about the same experiences, but in the language of movement. 'I teach people to listen to their bodies,' explains Anna Halprin. 'They heal themselves, I just guide them to resources. But that still makes me very happy.'
Now, on the eve of her 93rd birthday, Anna Halprin holds three-hour classes twice a week in her studio and also leads author's workshops.
For 40 years, Anna Halprin has been healing people through dance – one might say she dances with God.
God, it seems, is quite a good dancer." From the book "I Wanted It and I Could" / Cynthia Cynthia. TAT TVAM ASI/

13/04/2025

Yep, when we connect with what the body is feeling and telling us, we connect with our soul, our life force.

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