“Mrs. Cornwall.” The call drew her from her magazine. The
secretary gave a sickly smile. “He’s
ready for you now, if you’d like to go in.”
Angela strode confidently on long slim legs
toward the open door. Over the weeks, she had come to trust David Allinson and
was sure he was going to sort out her problems. She knew the routine and made
her way straight to the couch.
“Hello, Mrs. Cornwall.”
The strong confident voice met her as she
laid down and wriggled her way into a comfortable position.
Mr. Allinson sat on the chair close to the
couch, the effect and the regular pattern of behaviour sending Angela into a
relaxed state without any delay. All thought of that first time was gone, the
huge anxiety and the doubts she had felt.
“Are you comfortable?” His soft gentle voice
and kind face warmed her to the task.
“Yes, thank you.”
Even as she spoke she could sense her body
becoming liberated from its normal restraints.
As usual he checked if there was anything on her mind or any queries she
wanted settling. There was nothing she
needed to ask. She wanted to be free of the fears that were ruining her life.
She wanted to get on.
“Well, the problems are still there, but I do
feel it is only a matter of time before I overcome them.”
“That’s good and it’s important to realise
that the cause is deep seated and has been with you for a long long time. It
therefore follows there won’t be an overnight cure, but you have confidence in
yourself and we have the keys to make things right.”
She listened to his words and knew that was
exactly so. It might be a marathon she was on but she had the strength to reach
the finish line. So many phobias had
sprung into life from that one moment when her husband, Jordan, had held her
down and forced her to have sex. She knew it was not his fault. It must have
been frustrating and confusing for him. To go from being married to a fun
loving woman to one who avoided sex at all costs must have been a shock. David Allinson had already discovered the
initial cause of the problem as he saw it. Angela’s mother had gone on and on
about sex being for the creation of babies and not for fun as Jordan and she
wished. She had urged her nineteen-year-old daughter to marry this tall,
blue-eyed man, but now was casting aspersions on his manliness as well as
Angela’s ability to have children. All through Angela’s childhood the wishes of
her mother had been burying themselves in her unconscious. David Allinson would
have liked the daily telephone calls to stop, he would have liked Angela to be
free of her mother. As was so often the case, he was having to battle against
continuing bad influences. He could do with treating her mother first, but that
was not going to happen. Quite why so
many phobias had taken hold at once was a bit of a mystery. She had violent
shocks go through her from touching anything electrical, she felt sick if she
had to stretch up for anything, she could not stand people watching her eat and
wearing tight clothes bothered her. The list went on and on.
At least Angela had the will to sort it out
and, although it was going to be an uphill struggle, those phobias were going
to be laid to rest in time. With her will and his self-confidence a happy free
soul would emerge.
The speech he had given her every time was
now firmly embedded in Angela’s mind. She did not need to listen, she could let
it drift over her.
“I am here and will be with you wherever you
go, whatever happens. You know there may be things that are unpleasant, even
terrifying, but you have my hand to hold, my voice to hear, my presence with
you. You will not be alone and we can leave any situation that you feel you are
not ready to face.”
David Allinson watched carefully. The tension
in her face was less now and her blinking was already laboured over those huge
blue eyes. She was ready to go back through her life and begin to unravel the
secrets of her childhood.
Angela let the lightness grow. She was
drifting up from the couch, floating away. All her present phobias were left in
that limp body lying below her. It occurred to her how good it would be to stay
in this state for all time. No claustrophobia, no fear of dogs, no feeling of
people looking through her, no fear of eating in public, no fear of knives, of
fire ... It was all drifting away.
The preparations had been thorough.
Confidence and belief were strong enough to begin the search for the truth. No
fears stood in her way, no walls could keep her in, she
was not limited to exist in one space, one period of time. She had a sense that
the room was no longer an escape from her fears but a place where she had the
strength to face them.
David watched the body on the couch
carefully. He encouraged her to enter a different dimension.
She was pleased to be on her way, floating up
in a clear blue sky. It took no time at all for her to reach the place where
time could run backwards. She gently descended and stood at the entrance of the
tunnel.
“Remember I am with you.”
A soothing tone tingled through her whole
spirit. It was time to enter the tunnel. She was eager to find what lay in her
past. The darkness did not frighten her as it did in the real world.
Her feet left the soft earth and she floated
into the dark mouth. It quite took her breath away, such was the incredible
speed she was travelling at. The darkness was illuminated only by her own
spirit. Black behind, black in front, yet fantastically bright about her.
It caused no problem to stop in an instant as
David Allinson requested. She looked ahead where a pinprick of light entered
the darkness. For a moment her heart raced, a panic trying to overtake her. The
voice of David Allinson calmly came to her.
“In control ... Strong ... Answers to your
being ... The past holds your future ...”
It was time to take command. Face whatever
lay in the light.
In a fraction of a second the blinding light
had exploded about her. She shielded her eyes from the glare, her chest heaved
at the rasping hot air. She was sure
she was speaking in a strange language yet she understood it perfectly.
David did not understand what was
happening. His soft voice seeped into
her.
“What are you saying?”
For a moment Angela thought him stupid. It
was irritating having to translate for him.
“I’m telling this idiot to shade me from the
sun. He keeps losing his concentration with what is going on in front of him.
I’ve told him if he lets that fan fall one more time he’ll be next.”
The soft voice entered her mind again. “What do you mean by ‘he’ll be next.’?”
“I mean he will be whipped to death as she
is.”
David was not sure things were quite going as
he intended. He wondered whether this was all real or was she imagining. Unlike
some other hypnotists he did not believe in people having past lives. His
traditional training taught him that these were only a way of making something
disturbing from childhood more palatable. If that was the case, this might be
evidence of severe abuse in her childhood. It was best not to dissuade her at
this early stage and transport her ideas into the real world. As he saw it she
was obviously not prepared to cope with such things as yet.
“Tell me what you are wearing today.”
Her voice came clear and confidently from the
immobile body.
“I have my usual royal gown on of gold and
bright colours. I must say this wooden seat is not very comfortable, but the
sight before me is so exciting somehow, that it doesn’t seem to matter. It’s
just when the sun gets in my eyes. I can’t see the poor girl.”
David waited for a moment to see if she would
carry on describing the scene about her. She did not, but began to squirm in
her seat. He had not noticed before what a long, slim, elegant body she had. He
had only professionally taken note of her undoubtedly severe loss of weight,
but despite this there was a sensuousness oozing from her gently shifting hips.
Her thin flowered summer dress was riding up with her wriggling, exposing more
and more of her slender thighs. They glided feather-light against each other.
Her nipples were becoming more prominent as well, pressing out the flowers
toward him. For a moment he lost his self-control
and wanted to pluck the blooms and roll them in his hands. He shook himself and
considered, clinically, how her breasts had diminished with her weight loss.
Even so, he wanted touch them and find how hard they were. It was proving
difficult to keep his concentration as those nipples rose like spires, bringing
the small flowers to full bloom. He
swallowed hard and set out to continue the search for the truth.
“Describe to me everything you can of what is
happening to the poor girl.”
There was an evil growl preceding the
description. “She’s lovely and naked,
but she won’t be for long. She’s hanging from her wide-spread arms. How she
screams as the lash bites into her breasts. Her dusky skin is slowly being
covered with red lines and the blood is flowing from one groove to another.
It’s flowing down over her belly, down her thighs. She’s swinging gently to the
blows. The two men whipping her are grunting from all the effort they’re
putting into it. You see, they know.”