“Close your eyes,” he said. “Listen to my voice and follow my instructions very carefully.”
Closing my eyes, I obeyed his commands in his soothing low baritone as he walked me through allowing my body to relax and my mind to wander. For a moment, I felt detached from my own body, like I was adrift instead in my own consciousness.
At his command, I willed myself to travel back in time.
“Do not search for a big moment,” he said. “Something small will do. The taste of your favorite food, the smell of your favorite flower. A conversation. An argument. Whatever triggers in your mind, loosely approach it and observe it but never hold on too tightly.”
I found myself standing in an office. I wasn’t sure how I knew, but I was certain it was Damien’s and that I had been here before. Damien stand
