Ingrid. She was very professional and attentive during our session. I’d recommend her services.

Comfortable setting, great communicator, easy discussion

When Doug's profile with PLR showed up on Thumbtack.com during my Google search for an ADHD/Bipolar therapist, despite my filter criteria of a zip code in Texas, I couldn't resist my logics any longer. I asked my mom, who doubts the value of PLR sessions but could read the faces of people to know their nature, to "vet" Doug for me. Doug's profile picture gave me a serene vibe, but I often imagine things wishfully, so I couldn't be sure. From a pool of 3 "hypnotists" , my mom picked Doug. Even though he was the only one with PLR in his profile and she believes what happened in the past needs to stay there, she still picked Doug. If all that's not "Yuan," I don't know what could be. In our session this afternoon, there were so many emotions, fragments and "duh" moments from my spiritual guide Erik. (Why Erik and not Eric? I met an Erik in Switzerland in 2013 whom and his family took me in as a stranger for a night. They fed me and sheltered me. They were the first people who help healed my faith in humans. Last year, I commissioned two pieces of digital artworks from a Spanish artist, whose name is also Erik. Why does a Spaniard have the name Erik, I don't know. I was intrigued but didn't want to intrude. Now, I have to ask.) There were so much energy coursing through my body under Doug's guidance. It felt like the Longevity practice I learned. But, it was different. I felt like I was lying under the daylight, the sky and the clouds. Although that was all in the privacy of my apartment. Sometimes, the light I sensed with my eye closed would be those heavenly beams that pierce through the clouds. Sometimes, the light dims as the clouds moved under them. As I prayed really hard to the light to engulf me once again to bring my scatted focus back into the world where I long for answers, the light under my eyelids would strength. It was magical. I was not asleep, although I thought I was. I was not 100% conscious either, because my brain and logic let out things I was withholding from Doug. I yelled the frustrations of my past selves. I cried their tears that their macho selves were too proud to shed. It kind of sucks that my female body has been shed a lot fo tears of me and for them. Yet again, who judges much when a female cries, even in public. But, our fathers and our sons still cannot do so freely in the MODERN world. Go figures. Backwards much, humans? Through our journey, I felt safe knowing that Doug was keeping an eye on me to make sure nothing strayed. I felt guided under his peaceful lead with his voice. I felt supported when Doug led my wandering mind and consciousness back to the deep space time and time again. Best currencies I've ever spent on a session, for any time spent with another human. Money is just a means to express my thanks to Doug. Like one treat to a delicious sushi Omakase. Well, if anyone reading this knows about Omakase, $150 per meal is extremely economical. What Doug has gifted me first- his guidance, sharing, care, unconditional love for a fellow human, teachings, flexibility with time, friendship and help- simply cannot be measured by any means. I've found some soul family members through my journeys in Asia, N. America and Europe. As time slips, the memories we shared remain fresh in my mind. Today, I am honored to meet another whose presence and companionship graces my soul. Except this time, we got to travel beyond the dimensions together. Thank you, Doug.