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Instant Panic Evaporates.
How to Overcome Fear of Flying.


"How do you instantly dissolve a panic attack?" Is a question I have been asked a few times? A while back I got the opportunity to find out how to do this, more than once.

I used to be a private pilot and have owned a couple of aeroplanes in the past, however flying no longer being a priority in my life I am no longer prepared to do what is necessary to fly.

A friend had asked me if I would like to spend a weekend with him at an MW fly in, a weekend where pilots fly to a field and set up camp and talk and fly what they have built and also fly each others aircraft. It is also an opportunity for other planes to come and join us. I jumped at the chance as I may be able to bum a few rides

MW's are very simple, reliable and robust aircraft mostly home built by their owners and many are the open cockpit, so it is really flying with very little protection from the elements and fantastic fun, but not for the faint-hearted.

I had owned some time ago, a little MW5 that I had bought from a friend and after a few hours had managed to smash it up landing one day in front of my wife at the time, instructor, the guy I had bought it off and the X world champion.

Hey, if you are going to screw up, may as well do it well. So it had been a while since I had been in one of these. I knew there would be a guy at the meet who had a two-seater version and I wanted to get the opportunity to fly one again. The owner "Bob" is a very experienced pilot, but his aircraft looks like s%*t.

Very early one morning while the mist was still rising and I had a bacon butty, Bob walked across and asked if I would like to "Go up" My brain jumped at the chance, but my body was scared I was frightened. However, this was a "rare and unprecedented opportunity" to play, so I said "Yes."

As we walked to the aircraft, I grew more nervous and found this interesting as I am meant to be the master of personal control.

I did some drills, and it subsided, turned off some
negative internal dialogue as we got closer and the voices got more frightened in my mind.

OK, "I will handle this" I strapped into the front and Bob strapped in behind me. An old helmet was put on, bugger no radios, so we would have to scream at each other over the noise of the wind and engine to communicate. Great.

Bob fired her up, and the noise was horrendous but strangely exciting, we taxied out over the bumpy field and lined up for departure. We began to move and soon were airborne. As we climbed out over the area I could see the sea, and the ground very quickly got further away, and it was bloody cold.

At about 800 feet I heard Bob scream "You have control" as he let go of the stick. It hit me, frozen in panic. I'll admit it I froze. It's strange how sometimes our minds work, time slowed down and in under a second.

I had a little chat with my self, and realised that this was something I could play with and if I failed so what, what was the worst that could happen? And I wanted to fly this thing.

I also noticed that automatically my hand was on the stick and I was reaching for the throttle, so a part of me still knew how to fly. Many years ago while studying human design engineering with Dr Richard Bandler, I had set up some cool buttons in my mind, instant anchors that I could fire off to access certain designed states.

Once I remembered this a big button appeared in front of me with "panic" on it. I hit the button.

In under a second, I was sitting in a flying machine, smiling feeling the wind and looking down at the fields. I remember screaming back to "Bob" "I have control", and I did.

The rest of the flight was truly magical and glorious I still remember it, the cold vanished, and I played and had fun. Bob landed her, and we taxied in, shut down and got out. Bob noticed the tears in my eyes and asked if " I had enjoyed it?' He knew something. I told him it was glorious and thanked him.

We wandered over to the catering tent, and I bought him a tea and a burger and noticed the friend who had brought me. He was smiling while stuffing his face. He shouted over to me "You got it sorted then?"

Sometimes it takes a great friend to get you to face a fear that you have been avoiding and making excuses for. Thanks, Terry.

It was a fantastic weekend, and I got to do something else I had never done before and face another fear. So you now have some idea as to how to turn off a panic attack and do it very fast, if not instantly.