We continue now with eyes wide open. fiona still adding files like the 1st one in here on walker...

....Hypnotic responsiveness is positively correlated with intelligence. - Wendy-Louise Walker
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‘Do a classic induction,’ I asserted. ‘Something very seventies.’

My therapist walked me through an imaginary forest. ‘…you come to a dark area in the woods where there’s a stone staircase that leads underground. You descend the stairs one at a time: Ten…nine…eight…’

Damn it! You’re doing it wrong again. You’re supposed to count forwards, not backwards. ‘Ahhhh!’ I moaned, ‘The right side of my head aches.’

‘Let’s go in there. Let’s go into that part of your brain.’

At the base of the imaginary stairs, I start to fall – down the rabbit hole. I land with a thud on the chequered floor.

‘Go through the green door…’ he suggests.

I walk through the empty garden. I hear a child crying. Eight-year-old Alice sits at the head of the Hatter’s tea party, weeping.

‘Put your arm around her,’ my therapist suggested.

‘No, she wants me to ask her what’s wrong.’

‘Ask her what’s wrong.’

‘She’s lonely and has no friends.’ Alice, I implore, ‘Please show me what’s wrong?’

I see a man’s naked crotch sat on a chair beneath a table. To my right, light shines through a draped tablecloth. I am in Nanna Holowczak’s kitchen.

‘I’m being raped. I’m very little. I’m beneath the table. His cock is in my mouth and I’m choking.

Tap-tap-tap… My therapist then asks me the dreaded question I was avoiding – the whole reason for this session: ‘Tell me about Wendy-Louise Walker…’

A vivid scene suddenly appears before me. I am in a little cave chiselled out of the bedrock. Thick black bars are in front of me. The cavern ceiling touches my head, obscures my view of the ‘White Coats’ and the upper part of their torsos as they move about the black-and-white chequered lab floor. It is the cage beneath Holsworthy, only this time it is not a fuzzy dreamy image. This is crisp and clear. This is the same cage where I bonded with the blonde children whom Chang and his Delta soldiers butchered, the same cage in which Chang ordered his dog to rape me, the same cage I was trapped in while the White Coats stood and laughed and mocked as they electrocuted me with cattle prods. One of those White Coats was Antony Kidman. Another was Wendy-Louise Walker.

Then I saw it, a close up of Walker’s creepy face, her bulging eyes staring deep into mine.

‘Was she hypnotising you?’ my therapist guessed the obvious.

‘Yes...’

‘Now what do you see?’

‘They’re tossing me up and down in a white blanket, to teach me the sensation of falling, so they can use it my induction…’

'Now what’s happening?’
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