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It was our first session, and I confess that I was very anxious about the results. She sat across from me, a little uneasy and reluctant. She sat up, placed both hands on her legs as her fingers pinched the long blue dress she wore. Her nervousness was visible, waiting for me while I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I'd look at her through the kitchen and see her looking uncomfortably around the environment we'd chosen: a secluded little hotel on the side of the road. After seconds that felt like hours, I took my pendulum, sat in front of her and smiled, falsely confident:

"Is everything okay? Do you want to continue?"

She nodded, squeezing her long dress tighter.

I lifted the pendulum and began to move, slowly, taking momentum and trying to coordinate its movements with my breathing, in order to have a more decided intonation.

"Look at the pendulum, look it in the eye in the middle of it and listen to me. I'm going to take you on a trip, but I need you to want to come with me"

She continued looking at the pendulum, now more attentive and her fingers seemed to open slightly.

"Keep looking at the pendulum, calm your breathing, feel the movement of the pendulum going, going, going, going back.... Calmly, carefully. It's just the two of us, and we don't need anything else."

She was breathing much calmer now, her hands were almost completely open. She seemed calm and going into a trance

"Perfect, take it easy, you need to take a deep breath now, you need the thoughts to come out of the air that will float through your nostrils."

She opened her nostrils, took a deep breath and her hands were fully open. Her shoulders dropped. I looked into her eyes and the focus was direct and unbroken. In a few moments, her eyes rolled automatically and returned to the pendulum, like a piece of metal meeting the magnet.

"Do you hear me? Can you hear me closely?"

She said a deep "yes", an almost automated voice.

"Fine, I need you to stay in the state you are in, but the pendulum will stop swinging. When it stops, your eyes should roll and stay that way. The eyes should be as clear as your mind."

She repeated "clear as my mind" and I slowly stopped the pendulum. I left the pendulum standing in front of her for a few seconds, seeing the focus of the trance. Her mind was disconnected, it was clean and open. I removed the pendulum in front of her and her eyes rolled. I dared to touch her face, she didn't show any reflection, so I touched her chin, opened her jaw slightly and her body obeyed the movement, like a toy. I got up, moved her face slightly to the right, tucked her long black hair behind her ear, brought my hand to the back of her neck and lowered her body slightly. She was ready to be reprogrammed.

We were talking when suddenly the power went out, so we were left in the dark and without our computers. I got up from my desk in the bedroom and headed to the kitchen, and in the second drawer I found a candle. I took the candle and lit it, taking it to the living room. She sat next to me, complaining about the lack of light, completely annoyed.

"Don't be like that, look at the light! Look at the center of the light!" I said while she complained that she had lost some worksheet.

"Come on, look at the center of the light, look closely, see how beautiful, calm and dangerous the movement of the flames, see how it dances, how the colors merge and blend together, see how they play with logic, let the light stroll through your eyes, let the movement dictate a rhythm to your breathing" she continued looking, calmer, more concentrated.

"That's it, relax, breathe in the rhythm that the flame moves, see it getting slower and slower, more tired, weaker, letting itself be carried away by the wind that dictates its movements, by the wind that dictates its actions. The flame is one with the wind, the flame belongs to the wind. Get carried away by the words, relax, keep your eyes focused on the movement and your ears attentive to my voice. I am your wind, you are my flame: hot, dangerous, but completely under control."

She stopped complaining, her lips parted slightly and her eyes were completely lost in the flame. I touched her hand, and she didn't show any resistance, she didn't show any reflex. The trance was complete, and that night without light would be much more interesting than I had imagined.

Look at the flame.