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Human mind could create such elaborate beliefs.

but my instincts suggested they believed they were telling the truth. I exclaimed their detail seemed too meticulous to have been fabricated, Cindy told me that was always one of the intricate problems with dealing with this type of dysfunctional behaviour, as she called it. She said the human mind could create such elaborate beliefs, that even the individual experiencing them becomes absolutely convinced they are real.

Cindy asked me to expand on each of them, as we continued with our meal. I gave away as much detail as possible, without breaching any confidentiality of course, and naturally being in the medical profession Cindy understood. She seemed indecisive though, her shoulder gestures probably said more than her words ever could.

Each time I mentioned a case disorder, Cindy shrugged her shoulders and simply said: "Maybe!" Maybe's in themselves were not that much good to me. I told her of the book, and how I needed to produce a set of circumstances where others would not be able to pull it apart.

Cindy suggested hypnosis. I looked surprised at her declaration, but if I'm honest, I had that in mind before I even telephoned her. The only problem now, was how much she would charge me, and whether on not I could get my four contacts to consent to this dramatic process.

Cindy smiled at me. She said she would tackle the problem for old-time's sake. We once had a bit of a history together, and friendships like that tend to enable you to call in favours. She smiled at me, as though to remind me she wasn't stupid, and knew exactly what I was up to.

I apologised. We arranged to meet a week later, at her office this time, and I would, providing I could convince them, bring the first of my subjects with me. It was difficult that evening, as I longingly surveyed them names on a piece of paper, as to whom I should choose first.

I decided on David, as his version of events appeared most outrageous; but when I called him, he seemed to have doubts. He was now back tracking, telling me he might have got it wrong, and thought perhaps the best thing to do, might be to leave his encounter well alone. He sounded a frightened and nervous man as I spoke with him. I suggested he might like to leave things as they stood for a few days and then make a more structured decision when he had time to think things through in his own mind.

David initially appeared emphatic about his choice, but conceded it might be wise to take a short restbite before making an absolute judgement. I rang Paula next. She had no hesitation whatsoever. She told me she was already seeing an out patient psychiatrist, and as her marriage was slipping even further towards the abyss, she had nothing to lose. I felt more buoyant when she agreed.

I arranged a meeting place at Paddington station, and accordingly, met her the following Thursday. We travelled by taxi to Cindy's office and began our session within thirty minutes of arriving. Cindy quickly ran through Paula's case history to familiarise herself with the finer detail: I sat in a corner of a plush London office and was told, in no uncertain terms, to keep quiet.

I was to watch, but not speak. Paula signed the obligatory consent form, and Cindy led her over to a long bed style couch. Paula reclined, and Cindy put her under. I was expecting swinging watches, swirling eyes, but instead found her technique no more than a soft, encouraging voice that slipped from a dominating tone, to a motherly expression.

Paula lay relaxed, her body limp, her mind servile to Cindy's orders. As Paula lay there, her thoughts drifting slowly back to childhood, I remember thinking just how complex, yet susceptible the human mind is to other's ideas. Cindy had taken, in a matter of seconds, a grown woman back to them days of infancy. She told Paula to picture her fifth birthday, and instantly, as she did, Paula's face enveloped a huge grin.

It was, in some ways infectious. I now sat grinning childlike in the corner also. Cindy had seated herself at Paula's side, her legs crossed, an open notepad resting between her hands, and a small tape recorder running inoffensively on a tiny table by her side.

Cindy asked if Paula remembered her birthday party. Paula agreed she did, with an "Mmmm!" Cindy asked her who was there?, and after Paula recited many different names, Cindy moved her precipitously forwards. She kept telling Paula to search her memory, especially of a nighttime, until she found a stranger in her house. It



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Below is a list of chapters for the Metaphysics Anthology. The book itself is designed as abit of fun! One man thinking out loud. You should not see it as science, merely enjoy the imagination of the human mind in full swing.

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