GreenGuy
11th December 2013, 03:44
http://www.laweekly.com/2013-12-05/news/alien-encounters-yvonne-smith/
The young woman arranges herself on the hypnotherapist's couch and closes her eyes. "Just let it flow," Yvonne Smith, the therapist, says. "Even if it sounds weird." The young woman, Jacqueline, a 33-year-old talent agent, nods and wiggles her toes. Bothered by a moment in her recent past that she cannot quite remember, she has come to Smith to fill in the blanks.
"Feel your breathing deepen," Smith says. A small, compact woman in her late 50s, Smith has neatly bobbed dark hair and a calm, pleasant demeanor. "Give yourself permission to relax," she says. "Exhale out any stress or anxiety, pain or discomfort."
She instructs Jacqueline to picture a waterfall, then a staircase. As she counts down from 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Jacqueline imagines herself descending the stairs. Her eyelids flutter. "Describe what you see or hear," Smith says.
Jacqueline murmurs that she is in her apartment living room. It is midnight. There is a man on the balcony, observing her. He is tall, with white-blond hair, pale skin and unblinking blue eyes.
Jacqueline feels her head spinning. The man, she understands, is an alien. He has come to take her away.
Sitting in her modest La Caņada Flintridge office after Jacqueline leaves, Smith looks outside the window. There is a park within view.
"I see all these parents with their kids going about their normal day," she says. "And here I am dealing with aliens and abduction." Pause. "If these people only knew."
The young woman arranges herself on the hypnotherapist's couch and closes her eyes. "Just let it flow," Yvonne Smith, the therapist, says. "Even if it sounds weird." The young woman, Jacqueline, a 33-year-old talent agent, nods and wiggles her toes. Bothered by a moment in her recent past that she cannot quite remember, she has come to Smith to fill in the blanks.
"Feel your breathing deepen," Smith says. A small, compact woman in her late 50s, Smith has neatly bobbed dark hair and a calm, pleasant demeanor. "Give yourself permission to relax," she says. "Exhale out any stress or anxiety, pain or discomfort."
She instructs Jacqueline to picture a waterfall, then a staircase. As she counts down from 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Jacqueline imagines herself descending the stairs. Her eyelids flutter. "Describe what you see or hear," Smith says.
Jacqueline murmurs that she is in her apartment living room. It is midnight. There is a man on the balcony, observing her. He is tall, with white-blond hair, pale skin and unblinking blue eyes.
Jacqueline feels her head spinning. The man, she understands, is an alien. He has come to take her away.
Sitting in her modest La Caņada Flintridge office after Jacqueline leaves, Smith looks outside the window. There is a park within view.
"I see all these parents with their kids going about their normal day," she says. "And here I am dealing with aliens and abduction." Pause. "If these people only knew."