Monday, 13th September, 2010.
I take a day off.
On this day I undergo a session of the Metamorphic Technique. This is a metaphysical healing practice, developed by Robert St John in the 1960s. He was a naturopath and a reflexologist who found that the healing of his patients became more effective if he approached their treatment without any specific outcome in mind.
During the treatment, a plane slipped by in the early morning sky.
I flit to a vision, it’s London in 1968. I’m still hazy from the hashish I smoked earlier. Across the sky, an aeroplane traces an arc. I stop and watch for some time. It’s getting late and I have a lecture to go to. The modern world is amazing.
Back 2 Earth. With a bump. This week has been clearer, more steady, more settled within myself. Learn about it here – http://www.metamorphictechnique.org. My steps and my practice now move in technicolour. I am learning to co-ordinate my feet and fists when I spar with Zuān quan. I pass by the Brunswick Centre, more than I ever have before. Skoob. Nothing else. You’d have to try it for yourself…