Lady of Hay by Barbara Erskine (english love story books .TXT) 📗
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She laughed. "He did, but Carl is very tolerant. Come and meet him. "
Carl Bennet was sitting at a desk in a room that looked out over the street. It was a pleasant book-lined study, furnished with several deep armchairs and a sofa, all with discreet but expensive upholstery; the carpet was scattered with Afghan rugs—sufficiently worn to emphasize their antiquity. It was a comfortable room; a man's room, Jo thought with sudden amusement, the sort of room that should smell of cigars. It didn't. There was only the faintest suspicion of cologne.
Carl Bennet rose to greet her with a half-hesitant smile. "Miss Clifford. Please, come and sit down. Sarah will bring us some coffee—unless you would prefer tea?" He spoke with a barely perceptible mid-European accent. He nodded at Sarah, who disappeared through a door in the far wall, then he looked back at Jo. "I find my kitchen is the most important part of my office here, " he said gently. "Now tell me, exactly how can I help you?"
Jo took out her notebook and, balancing it on her knee, sat down on one of the chairs. It was half turned with its back to the window. Her mouth had gone suddenly dry.
"As I believe Pete Leveson told you, I am writing an article on hypnotic regression. I'd like to ask you about it and if possible see how you work. " She was watching his face intently. "Yesterday I attended a session with Bill Walton in Richmond. I wonder whether you know him?"
Bennet frowned. "I've heard of him, of course—"
"And you don't approve?"
"On the contrary. He has published some interesting papers. But we practice in very different ways. "
"Can you tell me how your approach differs?" Jo kept her eyes fixed on his face as Sarah came in with a tray.
"Of course. Mr. Walton is an amateur, Miss Clifford. He does not, I believe, ever claim medical benefits from his work. I am a psychologist and I use this form of hypnosis in the treatment of specific conditions. I use it primarily in a medical context, and as such it is not something to be debunked by cheap journalism. If that is what you have in mind, then I would ask you to leave now. "
Jo flushed angrily. "I feel sure, Dr. Bennet, that you will convince me so thoroughly that I will have no cause to debunk—as you put it—anything, " she said a little sharply. She took a cup from Sarah.
"Good. " He smiled disarmingly. He took off his glasses and polished them with the cloth from the eyeglass case that lay on his desk.
"Are you really going to allow me to sit in on a session with a patient?" Jo asked cautiously.
Bennet nodded. "She has agreed, with one proviso. That you do not mention her name. "
"I'll give you a written guarantee if you wish, " Jo said grimly. "Would you explain a little of what is going to happen before she gets here?"
"Of course. " He stood up and, walking over to the sofa, sat down again. "It has been found that unexplained and hitherto incurable phobias frequently have their explanation in events that have occurred to a subject either in very early infancy or childhood, or in a previous existence. It is my job to regress the patient to that time, take them once more through the trauma involved—which is often, I may say, a deeply disturbing experience—to discover what it is that has led to the terror which has persisted into later life or even into another incarnation. "
Jo strove to keep the disbelief out of her voice as she said, "Of course, this presupposes your absolute belief in reincarnation?"
"Of course. "
She could feel his eyes steady on her face. She glanced away. "I am afraid you will have to convince me, Dr. Bennet. I must admit to being very dubious. If you were to affirm to me your belief in reincarnation as part of a religious philosophy, I should not presume to question it. It is this quasi-medical context—" She indicated the consulting room couch. "Are you saying therefore that everyone has lived before?"
He gave a tolerant smile. "In my experience, no. Some have lived on this earth many times, others are new souls. "
She stared at him, swallowing with difficulty the bubble of laughter that threatened to overwhelm her as he stood up again, a solid graying man in his sixties, and walked over to her chair. "I can see you are derisive, Miss Clifford, " he said severely, his eyes on hers, magnified a little by the thick lenses of his glasses. "One grows used to it as an initial, perhaps defensive response. All I ask is that you keep an open mind while you are here. Are you objective enough to be able to do that?"
Jo looked away. "I am sorry, I really am. I pride myself on my objectivity and I will try. In fact"—she set her cup down at her feet—"you have aroused my curiosity intensely. Can you tell before you start whether people have lived before?"
He smiled. "In some cases, yes. Sometimes it is harder. "
Jo took a deep breath. "Can you tell by looking at me?"
He stared at her, holding her gaze for a while, until she dropped her eyes and looked away.
"I think you have been on this earth before, yes. "
She felt her skin creep. "How can you tell?"
He shrugged. "I might be wrong. It is an instinct I have developed after years of studying the subject. " He frowned. "I have a suspicion that the patient you are about to meet may not in fact have done so, " he said with a grimace. "I can't promise anything from her that will necessarily help you with your article. I have had one preliminary interview with the lady—we shall just call her Adele. She is a good hypnotic subject. She has a very strong and illogical fear of
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