I’m thinking that it may have been the latter, as we were in the front room of the first house I ever bought and not out it the brand new garden.
The ex-wife had invited a friend of hers over and we were chatting about his profession: psychology.
It was a subject that fascinated me. Mostly because there are many memories of my time on this earth where adults expressed the idea that I should go and visit a doctor of that ilk.
Misunderstanding is all I see too, John.
Anyway, this fine fellow told me that there was a fun test that we could set up. Nothing stressful; nothing painful.
‘Why not!’ I cheerily replied and proceeded to lay flat on the couch, arms by my side and relaxed, as the good Dr X instructed, with my eyes closed.
I was then told to visualise a forest and tell the fine gent what it was that I saw.
I took a deep breath and opened my inner eye calmly.
‘I see a huge pine forest with brilliant shards of the sun’s rays slicing through the foliage to the needle strewn floor below.’
‘Good,’ came the less than poetic reply. ‘Now you see a glade. In the centre of the glade you see a key. What does the key look.’
It took me a moment to get over his need for repetition. After that I saw…
‘A large, ornate gold key, with an intricate, almost Celtic design.’
‘Interesting,’ came the reply. ‘Now you come to a wall. If you look over the wall what do you see?’
I left the haze-ringed glade and floated over to a dry stone wall of about five feet in height.
It didn’t wholly surprise me what I saw beyond the wall. It was synonymous with the way I work. The scene didn’t even raise an astral eyebrow.
‘I see a field with twelve astronauts playing football,’ I simply and succinctly stated.
‘Oh…’ Came the reply.
Nothing out of the ordinary there then either.
The world was running on the same track that it always had.
I wonder what the good Dr does these days?