I have been ill with a flare-up of chronic digestive problems, and in the course of dealing with it stumbled across a helpful way to relax my gut and bridge the gap between my conscious knowledge of the physical symptoms and areas of trouble caused by my traumas and the vast mostly-unknown which is, which traumas are stored where, and what needs to be done to soothe those parts.
I've been doing EFT tapping since last summer with the Tapping Solution app. I've found it useful for certain meditations. Although it's limited in that most of the language used in the guided meditations doesn't apply very well for me, I like the soothing voice and tapping resonates well with the acupuncture and acupressure treatments I've been receiving for many years. For several months I was conscientiously taking time every day to spend at least a few minutes on the meditations, and while I felt that was helpful in small ways, I had not been able to develop a feel for how I could effectively use my own language for tapping. I got to a point a couple of weeks ago when it was becoming very hard to keep doing because of the limitations. Then, a few days ago, I decided to try one of the meditations that I haven't done in a while. It didn't work brilliantly, but enough that I decided to try it again yesterday. While I was doing it, I suddenly found myself tuning in to the needy baby part of me that lives in my stomach, understanding how that part of me feels and what it needs, using my own words to tap. I knew that she was hungry so I envisioned breast-feeding her until she was all full of good nutrition, cuddling her and feeling her baby warmth, nuzzling her fuzzy little baby head with my face. I told her that it was safe to go to sleep and that I would take good care of her and chew my food very thoroughly so that it doesn't hurt her on its way through her home down there in my gut. Then I envisioned that she was sleeping relaxed and soundly, like a baby has a right to sleep, and while she slept, her body was using all the good fuel to build her a nice strong digestive system. I envisioned that she would wake up and be all fat and sassy and happy and full of gurgly smiles. It was very powerful. It was the first time I felt that I had any kind of grasp on how some of the IFS stuff can help beyond just being stories to tell myself that help me make some sense of my life.
This afternoon I did a similar but different meditation and tuned in to angry Middle B. She doesn't want me to go into it right now but says she will tap with me again.