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Sasha studied Madie’s facial expressions as her client followed her instructions to descend the stairs. Madie’s eyes moved constantly under her closed lids; her breathing quickened.
“Are you seeing images as you move down?”
“Yes. Flashes of arid grasslands and a backyard.”
“You’re almost there. Take a deep breath and relax. Are you at the bottom?”
“Yes.”
“Look down and tell me what you’re standing on,” Sasha said.
“The desert floor.”
“What’s around you?”
“Nothing. It’s dark and when the lightning lights up the sky, I can see out in the desert.”
Sasha wrote some notes and asked, “Are you male or female?”
“Female.”
Madie was talking so softly, Sasha moved closer to hear her. “Are you an adult or a child?”
“Adult.”
The practitioner noted it was nighttime and stormy. “Tell me
