workshop listening to recordings of Mexican folk songs.
Mary phoned me later that week. She said that she could not sleep without re-experiencing the trainer's presence- and that she was exhausted by her dreams and her body sensations. Her descriptions were similar to peoplewho who live in haunted houses. Or maybe it was some wild transference. But I was curious if the trainer coulddeliberately leave some of his "self" or "energy" in or close to other human beings. Or perhaps the trainer couldsteal a person's "energy". Or both. Or something else.
Mary said that she was afraid to sleep, and that she had set an alarm clock to awaken her every fifteen minutesto avoid deep sleep. She added that her skin was starting to look gray - like the trainer's.
After a week or so, she phoned again, then came to my home. She directly asked me to help her. I replied that Iwas no longer practicing psychotherapy, but that I could refer her to a younger colleague. "
", she said, "
help. I want
I sighed deeply, thought about it, and sighed again. "
I'm not a magician", Mary
", I said, "
I'm a hobbyist, and I like checking out ghost stories. I only ...
I think I'm haunted!
She smiled thinly and interrupted, "
That's right - and that's why I ask. I think I'm haunted
Well. I felt trapped by my own words. I wrote a short disclaimer and asked her to sign it - that if I ask her somequestions - that any answers that she might make or actions that she might take were her own responsibility, andthat this was free, with no payment received or expected. It was rubbish, legally, but I felt flustered, and writingit helped me organize my thoughts.
At my suggestion, we went to a local park, and sat by a statue of some war hero. (Everybody knows the statue,but nobody knows who he was - so much for passing fame). I wanted the sounds of nature around. Although theloudest noise was from passing traffic, a few birds assisted and mingled with the laughter of children in the playarea.
I followed some steps that I use to check haunted houses, to help Mary
and identify what was affecting her.She tensed and started to tremble. I held her hand and repeated "
I am with you
Mary found what she called a nest of snakes centered on her lower back. On examination, these snakes were notsnake-like - more like moving hollow tentacles that could attach to things and suck. They seemed to bring someform of energy into her body. I asked her to locate the center - and suddenly she whimpered. "
!", shemoaned, "
it really happened
She said that maybe the workshop had actually "worked" and that maybe the trainer had done what he said hewould do - what she had agreed to. She could now "
" (her words) and store it in her body - in herwomb. She said that since the bad dream during the workshop she had felt uncomfortably connected to thetrainer "through" her womb, hence a feeling that she had been raped.
We explored more. One of her "snakes" was longer, darker and thicker than the others, and Mary said that itcould stretch to infinity. But it seemed to "blow" energy rather than "suck". We followed the connection - to theSpanish trainer. He seemed to have a similar but larger nest of snakes; except that his "snakes" seemed to allconnect to people, of which Mary was only one. His snakes centered on his abdomen, not his lower back. Marysaid that his "snakes" looked more like pulsing umbilical cords. And he also had a had a larger, darkerconnection that appeared to send the energy to some other person...
This was horrific. If at all true, then people could indeed be "energy collectors". People could gather energyduring the day, and send the collected energy to someone else, at night, while they slept. And they could