I get a message from a client who asks me if I can come to his work to attend a session.
He’s an optician and the session will be in the basement of a well known chain of high st opticians. They didn’t see that coming. Or him for that matter. I’m guessing he knew where in the building they have CCTV.
He says we can meet there and do the session after the shop is shut. I’m thinking it’s obvious we wouldn’t be able to run the session when the shop is open but it seems the guy is having a mid life crisis. If he can’t see that then he should have gone to spec savers. Which may or may not be the name of the optician he works for.
The guy says he wants to go on a ritual journey to find himself. I think of suggesting he goes to India if he wants to find himself, as he finds himself in basement of space savers most days of his life but I agree. Of course I’ll run the session there. The customer is always right if not quite right in the head.
The guy wants to be induced into a trance and have visions. I think there can be no better a place to have visions than the basement of a high street opticians. The incense and candles have been lit and the shamanic drumming track downloaded from Spotify and the Bluetooth speaker is connected. I tie him up and take him on a guided meditation that I nicked from youtube. He says he wants to see things and asks me to administer some poppers.
I start seeing things. It’s a vision of me getting taken away from the police because the guy has asphyxiated in this shop basement from a mixture of excitement and semi legal highs.
Afterwards he tells me he had visions and that he had seen things. Perfect place for seeing things. In the basement of an opticians I think plus you don’t have far to go if you need to get your eyes tested.Continue reading “Bit tied up at work.”