Past,Present,Future
Intermezo
The room was stoically furnished. A table in the middle of it and a bookcase next to the door, through the only window at the south side of the room you could see the tree tops and the sea in the distance. Two people were sitting opposite each other. The one young somewhere in his early twenties, a chaos of papers was laid in front of him. The other man was in his late fifties, waiting patiently till the other spoke.
`Have you seen the notes sir?'
`Indeed I have and I must admit they are pretty remarkable, although I still don't understand, why you have approached me with this case'
`Well I'm kind at a loss about which action I should follow. The patient is in all physical tests which we tried healthy...'
`You mention only physical? Is there something wrong with his psychosocial attitude?'
`Nothing apparent, as you know the patient came to us complaining about headaches, memory loss and nightmares. In the beginning we thought he may have a tumour, but as I said the patient is healthy, so we thought that the patient may have psychological problems, which manifested as physical symptoms. We asked him to visit a psychologist and he did and till recently he couldn't find either anything wrong with him.'
`Did anything happen to change that?'
`He hypnotized the patient. The procedure is standard, but what happened during the procedure scared the hell out of the doctor.'
The younger man reached in his coat pocket and took a tape out. He walked towards the bookcase where he took a cassette player from the selves. He placed the player on the table, inserted the tape and pushed play...
One hour later, the same room. The older man was sitting in silence. He couldn't believe what he had just heard on the tape. All the beliefs, all the facts that he had found during the years were nothing compared to this tape. Now he understood why the younger man, still sitting on the other side of the table and studying him, came to him. It wasn't what the patient said. It was the language which he used to say it. He had never heard anything like that in his life, but he knew what it was the moment he heard it.
`What would you like to know?'
Next week 'Chapter I' will be ready, if all goes well.It's actually finished but I'm not satisfied with it yet. So instead of letting you go dry through the weekend, here's the preword to it. Many thanks to those of you who wrote me.
Eternity@netikos.de
Adrian