Today I will tell you about the "bizarre" things that happened to me during the National Day - my subconscious directed a scene where the kitten was lost, and through dreams, I was foretold the process and outcome of the play in advance.
All accidents are not accidents, our subconscious is the director.
01
Story backdrop
On September 23, Mike went to visit his parents in the UK, while I stayed at home with two cats. I applied for a family visit visa in August and paid for 5 working days for expedited processing, but the visa never came down.
At the beginning of the year Mike talked about visiting relatives in the UK, I said, you go, I'm fine at home taking care of the cats. Unexpectedly, the result was that I didn't have a visa and couldn't go.
I was anxious about this result at first, but I found that the subconscious mind wanted to create a chance for myself to be alone. From college out to marriage, I enjoyed 12 years of being single and had a lot of room to be alone.
After getting married, it was mostly two people together, and neither of us traveled very much. Even if they are occasionally separated, or with other people, or work, there is very little time to really be alone.
It's nice to come back to this single casual state again. I enjoyed my own time alone, tidying up the room, taking care of the backyard and vegetable garden, and cooking.
Accompanied by two cats who can't talk, they hang out during the day, and they don't need me to worry about it, I have more time with myself, enjoy a lot of space, three bedrooms and a living room, front yard and backyard.
02
Lose the cat on the first day
On Monday evening, October 4th I came home after swimming, and it was almost 7 o'clock, and I saw Hope, not Freedom.
Hope always stuck it on my lap. When I went to the yard to take care of the vegetables, Hope came to me again, and it occurred to me that I had not seen Freedom since 10 a.m. today.
He didn't come back for lunch at noon, only Hope returned. I left home at 3 o'clock to drive to swim and didn't see Freedom either.
This is very abnormal for Freedom, who usually comes back in a few hours. And Hope often runs out for a long time and does not come back, but today I saw More Hope.
I quickly checked if I had any recent dreams about Freedom (I have a habit of going to see if anything happens to me in advance).
I think of a dream last night:
Freedom and I went to see my parents and they loved freedom. On the way home, Freedom walked ahead, wearing silver chains.
Suddenly he was gone, and I found him under a bed.
A small black child grabbed him and hid under the bed. I paid the black kid and Freedom came back.
I remember this dream very vividly this morning, and I recorded it in my notebook. But I really don't understand what it means, and the ending is that Freedom is also back, so I didn't dig deeper.
It turned out that this had happened, and I had a hunch that Freedom would not be back tonight.
Without Freedom, Hope is just calling and upsetting me. After dinner, I took the flashlight and snack box and walked around the neighborhood without hearing any cat barking.
Before going to bed at night, I spent a long time to reassure Hope and lock her in the room where she usually slept, and she called and grabbed the door at first, and after a while it was quiet.
I sent a message in the WeChat group of the advisory group to ask everyone to support me from the perspective of dreams and cats.
The discussion made me less worried.
I've been thinking about what the cat comes back after paying in a dream, what does that payment mean in reality? Could it be that I am going to write a cat hunting notice and give a reward?
What did that black kid mean? Are there really black children in the neighborhood who have taken the cat for themselves?
I hope to have another dream about Freedom at night.
03
Lose the cat the next day
Hope grabbed the door very early in the morning, and I got up to open it for her.
I recalled the dream, as if there were something about Freedom, but I couldn't remember it all.
I told Mike about the situation and wasn't going to tell him, for fear he would be distracted. But think if he really can't get it back, he will blame me.
He immediately posted a cat hunt on Nextdoor, a community platform. He also suggested that I search the neighborhood in the morning and take Hope on a cat leash to take it with me.
I was also planning to take a bike ride to the neighborhood to see it again. But I don't feel that the motivation to find the cat is so strong, I feel that the cat is not what I found, but he came back by himself.
Hope was now so timid that he was going home in a moment outside the door, running to my feet and yelling at me, afraid that I would run away too. As soon as I went out, she followed me. I took her to find Freedom as I had done on a walk before.
We walked along the walking route, and I called out to Freedom.
Passing through a grove of trees, I heard the cat barking, the same as the Freedom barking. I looked closer, and it was a short one.
I called Freedom, and it echoed. Hope, on the other hand, approached curiously, and Ying Short slowly approached Hope.
Suddenly, Ying short jumped up to attack Hope, Hope ran on his legs, And Ying Short rushed to catch up, and I didn't react to it.
When I reacted, I also followed up, Hope ran to the house, and then turned to the car, and Ying Short chased after him.
Just then I heard Hope's mournful cry and she was bitten. Soon Hope sped out of the bottom of the car and flew up the tree, followed by Ying Short. It had just climbed into the tree, and I arrived just in time to scream at it. It jumped off the tree and ran back to the bottom of the car.
Hope was terrified at the top of the tree, grunting in her mouth, a sound of utter fear that she could make when she was chased by a dog.
I think one of Hope's best hands is to escape, but today it is still attacked, and the British short is really strong!
I myself was terrified, afraid that the British would attack me.
I got it out of the car. Then stay under the tree. It took a long time to coax Hope down the tree.
I carried her back, her whole body trembling, determined to come down. I asked her to come down and follow me, and she ran under the car and sat down. Hope was already tired and panting. I also sat on the ground, soothing my excited heartbeat.
We continued to walk back, where else to look for Freedom, hope home is the right thing to do. She saw a sewer manhole cover on the probe, and I ran over in time to stop it.
Further on, an old man walked with his dog. Hope was afraid of dogs, but the dog didn't react much, and I thought nothing was wrong. Unexpectedly, Hope saw a manhole cover, whimpered, and jumped. I ran to the manhole cover to take a look at the next look, dumbfounded.
This sewer is 3,4 meters deep, there are several handrails on the cement wall, and the other parts are straight and slippery. Where can Hope come up! Hope was dumbfounded, too, and raised his little head to yell at me in the air.
I don't know if I'm going to call the property to open the manhole cover. You can only try it yourself, the rectangular manhole cover is very heavy, but it can be moved. A woman pushing a stroller came up and called her neigbor1.
I tried to ask for help, she said no English. I don't speak English! Dare she be a Russian or Middle Eastern immigrant.
Many people in the United States don't speak English, just like people in the Latin community only speak Spanish, and Chinese in Chinatown can live well.
I pondered the manhole cover and found that it was not pulled up, it was pulled to the side, but one person could not pull it. Then a woman got out of the car and came over and asked me if I needed any help?
I asked her to help me move the bulky manhole cover together. With her help I moved away, and her hand hurt as a result.
A man drove to a stop and asked if he needed help, and I explained that I went to the sewer to save the cat and didn't need it for the time being.
I grabbed the armrest on the wall and went down to the bottom, but Hope ran to the other end and yelled at that end. The culvert was very dark and I had nothing to illuminate.
I climbed up and gestured for the neigbor1 to borrow the phone, and she immediately understood. I looked at the culvert with my phone, but Hope still didn't dare come over at that end. The culvert was about a few meters long, and could only be climbed by one person, but I didn't dare to climb over it.
I went out of the sewer again and walked straight up to the nearby manhole cover, where Hope's little head was below, shouting out for help at me in fear.
I asked neigbor1 to help me open this manhole cover with me, and this time my hand was injured and the manhole cover was ground out of the skin. Can't take care of so much, move hard.
There is more soil next to this manhole cover, and as soon as it is opened, the soil falls down. I went down to the bottom, Hope is no longer here, maybe the falling soil scared it away.
This place is very narrow, and it can only accommodate the lower body, and it is impossible to lie down. I barked for a while, didn't see Hope, and had to climb up and go to the sewer before.
I went down to the bottom again and crouched there shouting Hope.
The sewers were quiet without a hint of Hope's cry. I realized that these sewers are accessible in all directions, and the sewers in the whole community are open. There are hundreds of houses in our neighborhood, very large, and there are many sewer exits, and Hope is frightened and does not know which pipe to run into.
I squatted there, feeling deep hopelessness, self-blame, frustration, fear and sadness, and began to cry.
I asked myself: Why create such an experience? Losing one is not enough, but also creating the experience of losing a second cat.
I could have put a cat leash on Hope or not brought her, so why wouldn't I do that?
I cried and shouted, but there was still no response. I want to go back first and see what the solution is.
I climbed out of the sewer, and there was no one on it, and Neigbor1 had left early. My head and clothes were covered with cobwebs. No one has come down here for a long time, and cobwebs are everywhere.
I sadly walked home, wanting to come back and put on the manhole cover again. As I walked to the front of the house, I suddenly saw Hope standing outside the fence in the backyard, calling out to me faintly.
I was so surprised that I went up and picked her up and couldn't help but cry.
I thought she had run away, got lost in the sewers, and couldn't get out. Unexpectedly, she climbed up on her own.
Later I checked the sewer in front of the house and it was shallow, about 1 meter less. Hope was to find a relatively shallow exit and climbed up on his own. She is really a smart cat, always self-helping, and has a strong vitality.
I carried her home, so tired that she sat on the ground. Hope lay quietly on the ground and watched me cry.
In this short period of time, Hope's lost and recovered ups and downs made me emotionally explode.
After I calmed down, I locked Upe at home and walked over to the manhole cover with my tools.
There happened to be a man next to me, and I asked him to help move. This time my other hand hurt again. For Hope, my hands hurt!
In the afternoon, I was at home with Hope, and she slept next to me. I tried to dream again and see where exactly Freedom was.
But I was suddenly awakened by Hope. She climbed to my chest and sniffed me with her nose. She was testing me if I was gasping for breath. She's done that before, let's see if we're alive.
This is the way Hope loves me, afraid that I will die of grief and excess!
In the evening video with Mike, he said that someone on Nextdoor mentioned that a woman had heard a cat barking in the sewers, and I said that might be me.
Mike wanted me to take a look at the surrounding sewers. I was really reluctant in my heart, and I didn't have the enthusiasm to look for it. Mike would have been shouting all over the neighborhood, but I couldn't.
I realized how lonely I was, and I wish Mike was there. After communicating with Mike, I felt much better.
I told Mike that Freedom would come back in my dreams and give him comfort. Mike is more sensitive than me, if he is at home, it is estimated that he will not be able to sleep at night, I still live a more normal life.
In the evening, when I meditate, I talk to myself and see why I have this experience. Mike went to england alone, and Mike and I separated, then with Freedom, then with Hope for a brief separation.
I've always felt that kittens end up separating from their owners. I know that many cats have gone missing on their own, not dying in their homes.
When I was a child, I had a cat at home, and after we moved, the cat ran away and never came back.
Mike's two previous cats ended up leaving the house and never returning.
A friend of mine told me 3 years ago that the cat was lost. At that moment I didn't understand why she was so upset, wasn't she just a cat! Now I understand her feelings.
The cat is no longer a cat, it is a family member, it loves us and we love it.
Her cat never came back.
Subconsciously, neither I nor these cats will be long-term, and in the end we will all be separated. We let them out every day, and they always have accidents, which I can't control.
If you want to keep them from accidents, you can lock them up at home every day. But that kind of life means nothing to cats.
I love freedom so much that I wouldn't take away the cat's freedom. Let them go, there will be risks, and I am willing to take such risks.
I suddenly remembered the experience of some clients who had told me about my childhood. Fearing that something would happen to them, their parents locked them in their homes and wouldn't let them go out to play.
I understand what their parents do, but I still don't choose to do it myself.
I think I lost my cat, it feels so complicated, those parents who lost their children, isn't that the sky going to fall?
I looked up the feelings of parents who lost their children online, and what they found was psychological intervention for parents, about a dozen of them.
One of them is not to blame yourself. Many parents feel that if I don't do this, the child will not be lost. But the child is lost, it's not because you did something, or didn't do anything.
I don't have much self-blame for Freedom's disappearance, which is beyond my control, and he is always at risk of losing.
If I feel a little self-condemning, I feel like my subconscious level is creating separation all the time. If Freedom doesn't come back and is well looked after in other families, I accept that too.
But I think of Freedom, looking at his picture, and crying.
I miss the furry, warm feeling he felt, I missed the interaction with him, I missed opening the door for them every morning, he always followed me to the bathroom first, rubbed on me, greeted me before running to dinner.
It turns out that the gains and losses are so impermanent! Although I knew it before, this time I know even better that I don't want to cling to it. There is nothing you have always had, just cherish the moment.
04
Lose the cat on the third day
I got up early to check out last night's dream, there was nothing about cats. See Mike's message, saying that in Eden Lane of the neighborhood, someone saw a cat. I said to go check it out today.
It occurred to me that I was going to find Ann to do soul communication. Usually when this kind of thing happens, I will look for her.
I feel like I have something to come up with, and I want to communicate with my soul to see what it is. I asked Ann and she said yes, and we started in half an hour.
Because of the long time, I briefly summarize the content of the communication.
"Your soul says that your identity in this matter is multi-layered, that you are both a teacher and a student. Through this thing, you are creating learning situations for yourself. This is very positive. An Ann said.
"This incident also amplifies your beliefs about division, your beliefs about division, and how you hold up your beliefs about division in your relationships with others." An Ann said.
"I do always feel that separation is the theme, that people have to be separated, and that all kinds of relationships have to be separated in the end. Because I knew that in the end it was all going to be separated, I didn't want to invest in feelings. Someone once said that I was enthusiastic on the surface, but it was difficult to get close to me on the inside. I said.
This belief of yours is related to the fact that your spiritual energy is not high. Because your mental energy is not high, your mind is closed. An Ann said.
I myself have the feeling that the door of my heart is closed and I am more with myself. I also asked my classmates to coach me, which is about closing the door of the heart. Over the years of consulting, the customer's energy is not high, I have to send a lot of energy every day, and my own energy becomes low.
In order to protect myself, I closed the door of my heart. When my mental energy is not high, open your heart, it will be easy to get hurt.
Aside from work, I don't want to do more emotional in-depth communication with others, I need to get back inside and be with myself.
I feel richer and richer inside, but outwardly I feel like I'm in a shell, clogged with the pipe that connects with others, it's a kind of pipe that connects the heart.
"The weakness of your mental energy is related to your excessive use of logical thinking. You are good at using the brain, and the more you pay attention to planning and goals, the energy of the mind is weakened. An Ann said.
Yes, I have always been a logical brain, and now I am slowly walking in the heart, but in most cases the first reaction is the logical thinking of the brain. I spend a lot of time meditating, talking to myself, and keeping myself from being held along by the planned goals.
In the process I realized that my life experiences contributed to my belief in separation.
When my sister and brother transferred schools in elementary school, I was left alone to study at the previous school. My brother went to school with me from first grade to third grade.
After he transferred, I met a good friend in the fourth grade, and I couldn't get away from that. At the same time, I also met a math teacher who recognized me, making up for some of the lack of paternal love.
But in the first semester of the fifth grade, my dad decided to move, and I had to transfer schools, which was in a hurry. None of these dissociative traumas were addressed.
For many years after that, I dreamed of elementary school teachers and classmates. Before I went to high school, our family moved 4 times. Subconsciously, I always have to separate, put in so many emotions, and finally there is nowhere to release.
After graduation, I also experienced countless moves, job changes, and later moved across cities and countries, and the job conversion was also cross-industry, which deepened my concept of separation.
The idea of separation between people, lacking in links, is that people have no roots and lack of power. If you feel that you are linked to others and to everything around you, you will take root in the earth and be filled with inner strength. An Ann said.
I suddenly remembered that the loneliness of modern people is a sense of separation.
Not connected to others, not connected to nature, not connected to the things around them, all living in the brain, seeing separation and separation. Even if there are too many people around, they still feel lonely.
Separation and separation create too much unhappiness.
I'm different from you, I have money, you're poor;
You are different from me, you are white, I am black;
I'm different from you, I'm a politician, you're a farmer;
You are different from me, you are a graduate of a prestigious university, with a wide range of knowledge, I am a primary school graduate, and my knowledge is narrow;
I am different from you, I am a developed country, you are a developing country;
You are different from me, you are an excellent nation, I am a backward nation
……
We, who are originally all human beings, are divided into different categories and labeled differently, and it is all the logic of the brain that is operating.
My brain often stages scenarios like this:
When I want to contact my former classmates, I will think, hey, you see we live in different cities, her thinking may be very different from mine, we can't talk about it together;
When I want to contact my former colleagues, I think, we are not in the same industry, we have no common topics, and there is no interest;
The brain is judging all the time, in the calculator, in a condom.
My heart longs for this state:
I am happy, happy, inclusive, have no judgment about people, can communicate happily with anyone, that person may have many patterns, but my heart is open. Just like Ji Gong, or like a neighborhood committee aunt, or like a small child.
I will not be afraid that I will be hurt, that I will not be afraid of the other person's indifference and accusations. Because my spiritual energy is powerful, and it is full of love, trust. And my separation has been hindering me.
In the back part of soul communication, I wondered if Freedom would come back.
I want the soul to give me predictions and deepen my own judgment.
"Your soul says it can tell you that it won't come back." An Ann said.
My heart sank.
"Like a lot of doctors say to patients, you only have a few months. Some people only live for a few months, while others live a long time. This is the game your soul wants to play with you. An Ann said.
"Is it still alive?" I'm not dead hearted, keep asking.
"Your soul is hilarious, saying it's dead!" This seemingly predictor satisfies your obsession, not to reduce your anxiety, but to increase your anxiety. An Ann said.
My heart sank again.
I trust soul communication, and as long as the soul says it, I strengthen my subconscious. But this challenge surprised me.
I told An An that I felt bad in my heart.
Then I felt my belly start grunting and squirming, and there was a feeling of pooping.
"Ann, these two answers make me nervous, there's pressure, my body has feelings. The pressure was on my gut and I was going to the bathroom to defecate. “
After saying that, I rushed to the bathroom.
After returning, An An said:
"Your soul needs you to feel, to observe, not to presuppose."
I now find myself fond of harnessing the power of the universe to achieve my worldly goals.
It is to use new methods to achieve the old model.
The old model was to keep planning, goals, and then reaching plans and goals, and then setting plans and goals.
And the new model I want is to experience and observe life with an open, non-predetermined attitude.
This time the healing is maternal-fetal meditation. The first time I did this meditation, I went back to the mother's womb and found that I was not safe in the mother's womb, but I enjoyed this meditation very much.
After doing this soul communication, I paid 1800 yuan to An An. Ann is happy, but I respect her worth.
After breakfast I took the kitten's snack box with me and went to Eden Lane to look for Freedom. I cried out to him, more forcefully than before.
When you meet others, you also take the initiative to show photos to let everyone pay attention. A woman volunteered to ask me what I was looking for. I told her I was looking for a cat, and she left my phone saying she would call me when she saw it, and also to keep her son on her to notice.
I have lived in this neighborhood for almost two years, usually saying hello to others during walks, and rarely communicating in most cases.
In fact, everyone is very friendly, everyone treats pets as animals, they all treat them as family, and they actively support them.
I searched around and didn't even see a cat shadow.
And I was also caught in the thought of whether Freedom would come back, whether I would listen to the soul to communicate, or believe in my dreams.
I tried to make myself not want to, went for a swim, and locked Hope in the house.
When I came back and let her out, I sat outside on the couch with her. She wasn't going far, it was getting dark, and I wanted to catch her back, but it was hard to get close to her.
I used toys and snacks, but I couldn't catch her, so angry that I closed the door and watched TV by myself. But after a while I was worried and went out to see again.
She appeared as soon as she shouted, but you approached her and ran again. I really feel that it's hard to keep a cat.
The homework I had to do every night was to shout the cat, coax the cat home, and at 5 or 6 in the morning Hope grabbed the door and yelled, and I had to get up early to let her out. I also really experienced that parents who raise children are really hard!
I finally took a step, opening the door and throwing snacks around the house. Hope loves this game the most, I throw snacks and she goes after it. I just threw out snacks as if Hope was there, and shouted Out Hope.
"Catch up, Hope"
"This side, chase"
"Hope was so clever, he caught another one."
I directed myself here, and Hope was gradually drawn to the door. I threw another one out, and she sneaked into the house to chase the snack, and I closed the door.
"Sample, I still can't figure you out!" I got it myself.
I tried many times to beat her up or throw her to the ground and punish her, but eventually resisted.
I felt more and more like Hope was the same as I was when I was a child. When I was a child, I hummed every day, crying at every turn, and I needed my mother to coax me.
This kind of humming is not to say that there is a need, to get the love and attention of the mother, let her guess.
I really think my mom is very patient, I sometimes watch Hope humming, I just pretend not to hear, or just say out loud, "Can't go out, you just went out." "A look of wanting to reason with her."
Hope's little eyes rolled and she closed her mouth, but after a while she hummed again, so she had to open the door and let her out.
It was as if I was seeing the me of the hour, reaching the goal through various hums. If Mike was there, he would have been patiently talking to Hope and asking her what was wrong. Of course Hope can't answer, but the voice will change pitch.
And now that Freedom is lost, I'm with Hope, and I have to face the last thing I want to face.
Mike said that someone suggested putting food in front of and behind the house, and then putting the owner's smelly clothes outside, would attract lost cats.
I think this is the way to treat a cat. Freedom is an adult cat, and has been away for a long time, catching mice, snakes, and birds, is it needed?
But to not disappoint Mike, I did it anyway. I also put snacks outside, as well as water.
Before going to bed, I thought about my previous dream, and I suddenly found that the action of paying for it, I did it, I paid for an ann. So is the cat coming back next?
I don't know how the cat will come back. I went to bed before going to bed to see the website of the cat thrower, and many cat owners talked about themselves being very sad and anxious, and it turned out that so many people experienced similar feelings.
Some people say that cats are lost, some come back a few days, some come back a few months, and some come back a few years. I think Freedom can't come back for a few days, and it can do for a few months.
While Hope was yelling in her room, I could only get her out to sleep with me. She slept carefully on the quilt, and I carefully stretched my legs.
05
Lose the cat on the fourth day
Hope started calling at 4 a.m., and I was stranded and could only get up.
She still wanted to go out. She is reluctant to defecate on the shoveling robot, and usually calls in the morning to go out conveniently.
I turned on the lights outside the house, and I saw that the food left last night had not moved, but it attracted a lot of reptiles.
I opened the door to let Hope out, and I just closed the door. Whatever she did, whatever she wanted. I continued to sleep.
Slept for an hour and heard Hope calling for the door. I opened the door to let her in and let her climb into bed and continue sleeping with me.
This time she was obedient. We both slept until after 8 o'clock, I felt tired all over my body, taking care of a cat was too much worry, and the night's dream was also a kitten pressing me on the quilt.
We went to bed together, Hope called again, she was really good at her Hope style of calling, it was upsetting. I opened the back door and she went out. Suddenly, I saw Freedom standing next to Hope.
Freedom is back!
I didn't even know where he had come from, so I went up and touched him and cried with joy. I touched his furry hair again.
Hope, on the other hand, looked at him warily and fearfully, smelled the smell, and then stabbed the hair all over his body, screaming and retreating.
It turned out she didn't know Freedom anymore. Cats don't know other cats by their looks, they do by smell.
I let Freedom into the house, and he was obedient. He was about the same as before he went out, he wasn't particularly dirty, he was given food to eat, and he didn't eat much. That is to say, for these 3 days and 3 nights, he had food to eat. I don't know what he went through.
Mike, Ann, and the teachers of the advisory group all reported good news.
I now understood the meaning of my dream.
Black children represent racial discrimination, and race is actually a kind of separation. I saw my own belief in separation. In the dream I pay the black child, in reality I pay Ann, and then the cat comes back.
I really directed a scene myself, and before the director, I was foretold by dreaming. Freedom really loved me and supported me in creating this experience.
Maybe he also needs this experience, he is a male cat, a small hunting expert, everything, but also need to experience independence.
I was talking to a former friend at the moment, and I told her that I had been open to her before, but because something had happened, my heart was closed to her.
And through the cat lost event, I want to open my heart. Her heart was always open to me. I told her this, and the pipe in my heart was opened at once. I wanted to talk to her last year, but I didn't have the energy.
Then I sent a message to my elementary school classmates. In 2018, although we reconnected, we did not communicate in depth.
I dreamed about her a lot and didn't say it to her. This time, I told her all my feelings over the years, expressed my concern for her, and I felt that a channel in my heart had opened again.
In fact, I have never been separated from them. My friends' hearts have always been open to me, and congratulations are sent to me on holidays. Elementary school classmates have always appeared in my dreams, and I often go to see her circle of friends.
Separation is created by my brain, and then I cover myself in a glass shell of separation.
Now I'm going to open this shell, get out, and breathe in the fresh air from the outside.
Thanks to Freedom, he was more than just a cat to me, he was sometimes a wise man who looked at me. Sometimes he plays the role of a parent, sometimes he plays the role of a child...
I felt my love for Freedom and Hope, and I felt their love for me.
This is a scene that my subconscious mind directs through dreams.
We are the writers, directors and actors of our own lives.
The author of this article is Wang Hong
Founder of Torch Career ®
Chinese career planner, senior career planning consultant
Author of the career planning book "Awakening"
As a pioneer of domestic career planning, he has been engaged in career planning consulting since 2010, and has consulted nearly 1,000 cases in nearly 10 years of career counseling, and has rich practical experience in career counseling.
In the process of engaging in career planning consulting, Teacher Wang Hong constantly and bravely explores, has in-depth research on psychology, original family, personal growth and intimate relationships, has a deep foundation in counseling, and analyzes career problems comprehensively and deeply. Consulting is especially good at high-end people in the workplace, all kinds of women groups, international students, overseas Chinese, clients in various provinces of China and Hong Kong, The United Kingdom, the United States, New Zealand.
So far, Ms. Wang Hong has traveled to 16 countries, spanned 5 continents, and participated in the overseas volunteer program for 18 months, working in the United States for 1 year and in Malawi, Africa for 6 months, becoming the first Chinese to participate in this project in the United States.
In September 2017, a practical case supervision class on career planning was set up to cultivate practical career planners;
In October 2017, the first women's career growth platform in China was established, and there are currently more than 3,000 women online;
In June 2018, the women's annual career growth Nanding class was established, with a total of 440+ students in the two phases;
In August 2018, a career planning advisory group was established, with 5 consultants;
In December 2018, a new book on career planning was launched, "Awakening: DesignIng Life the Way You Want It to Be";
In January 2019, the Torch Consultant Club was established to provide a communication platform for domestic career planning consultants;
In March 2019, the Career Planner Consulting Practical Class (Basic Class) was opened to cultivate novice counselors.