Thoughts fire through your head extremely fast – there’s no doubt about that. Most of us have no idea how the brain works at such speed or bother trying to comprehend the fact that we can actually think 20 thoughts so quickly, they are almost on top of one another.
Some would say they travel at the speed of light, but that can’t be right. I think your head would explode if they moved that fast. I’m not a scientist, but all I know is they move pretty damn quick. I know this because as the door opened, several words and commands crashed in on my mind.
Christ, was the first one.
Followed by, kick the door shut.
What the hell is going on?
What do they want?
What do they mean?
Who was that woman?
Where is that slip of paper?
Put your fists up!
With the doorway fully exposed, a man in an expensive looking suit walked in. He had two men at his sides, dressed in the resort employee attire.
“Mr Charles. If you will?” said the man in the suit. I felt compelled to oblige him. The thoughts that had invaded my brain seconds ago, had all vanished.
“Where are we going?” I said as I stood, towering above him and his workers, who must have all been around the 5’6 mark.
“Downstairs, for a little EMDR.”
Eye movement Desensitisation and Reprocessing, I thought. I knew the procedure. A very late psychological technique developed by Francine Shapiro in 1989 – said to relieve anxiety and other disorders.
“Sure,” I said. “Let’s go.”
Like the sound of a mosquito inside my ear, something was bugging me furiously. I walked out of the room and downstairs with the suited man and the resort staff. We followed the staircase down to a much lower level of the hotel than the ground floor, but my inquisitiveness was sedated – not by my own choosing, but by some ominous force that held it in place.
We arrived in a bright white corridor – white walls, white ceiling and white flooring. When I say white - I do mean exactly that. White so blinding, the contrast shift from upstairs made me have to squint slightly. We stepped up to a door – it slid open automatically.
“Have a seat,” said the suited man. The room I was looking at was immaculate. Like something plucked straight out of the future. A powerful living space with a lot of underlying, suggestive concepts about meditation and the power of Zen. The furniture was crisp and clean with light colours and the wall opposite the door had a huge electronic flat screen across it, presenting the illusion of daylight outside. It was convincing. If I hadn’t have spotted a cable on the far wall, I would have thought the wall was a window showing a pleasant day outside.
I turned back to the people who had led me in. “What am I doing here?”
The man smiled. “Just have a seat and all will be revealed.”