Stanley asked, watching as Mary lay on the couch and Jeannine hovered above her.
“No, Stanley, I haven’t the damndest idea what I’m about here,” he said. “But I’m doing what seems to be logical.”
Mary patted Ian’s arm. “We have confidence in you,” she said. “Don’t we Jeannine?”
Jeannine chuckled. “Sure we do. Besides Hawaii is lovely this time of year.”
“Oh, that’s easy for you to say,” Mary said. “You can float on clouds. I’d fall like a rock.”
“You aren’t going to Hawaii,” Ian grumbled. “Now if you’d just give a man a moment of silence we could get things going here.”
Mary bit back her laughter. “Sorry, I’ll be quiet.”
“Me too,” Jeannine said. “Sorry dad.”
They both burst into giggles.
“Oh, and it’s a jolly time for everyone until someone gets possessed,” Ian lectured.
The laughter continued for a few more minutes, then Mary took a deep breath, wiped her eyes and turned to Ian. “I do apologize,” she said. “I get this way when I’m nervous.”
Ian nodded. “Understood,” he said. “But if you could both concentrate, I think I’m ready to try this.”
Mary took another deep breath and nodded. The mood in the room changed as Mary closed her eyes and began the deep rhythmic breathing Ian had suggested.
“Aye, that’s grand, Mary,” he said. “Now, I want you to hold my hand. There you go. If things get a bit dicey for you, you know I’m here for you. Okay?”
Mary nodded.
“Now, Mary, do you give Jeannine’s spirit permission to enter your body?” he asked.
Once again, Mary nodded. “Yes, yes I do.”
“And Jeannine,” Ian continued. “Do you promise to do no harm to Mary while you inhabit her body? And promise not to misuse the privilege Mary’s granted you?”
“Yes, I promise ,” Jeannine said.
“Mary, I want you to picture yourself in a room, a cozy room, that’s comfortable and friendly,” he said. “Look around the room; it’s filled with all of the things you love. There are photos of your family and friends, books you’ve read, movies you’ve watched and even your memories are stored in this room.”
Mary smiled.
“Ah, that’s fine now,” Ian said. “Now, Mary, walk to the door of the room and let Jeannine inside to be with you.”
Mary moved through her cozy room, all colored in gold, browns and deep reds. There were overstuffed leather chairs and brightly colored thick rugs. Chenille throws waited for snuggling and a blazing fire was within a stone hearth. She ran her hands along the leather bound books in the oak bookcases and caught the scent of a burning candle.
The door was oak and curved at the top. It had a brass handle and a small window framed in brass. She peeked through it and saw Jeannine waiting. She opened the door. “Jeannine, my friend, come in,” she said.
Ian watched Jeannine’s spirit float down into Mary’s body.
“Did it work?” Rosie whispered.
Ian turned and nodded in Rosie’s direction, then put his finger over his lips to remind her to remain quiet.
“Oh, that’s right,” she said, “I’m supposed to be quiet.”
Stanley rolled his eyes. “Shhhhhh,” he whispered harshly.
Ian grinned and turned back to Mary.
“Jeannine, if you can hear me, I want you to squeeze Mary’s right hand.”
He felt the light squeeze on his hand. “Excellent. Now I want you to listen to my voice and only my voice,” he said. “You are in a safe place and your friend Mary is right there beside you. I want you to relax. Close your eyes and take deep cleansing breaths.”
Mary’s rhythmic breathing changed to deeper, fuller breaths.
“Aye, that’s good, that’s good,” he said. “Now I want you to clear your mind and just think of the things I’m saying to you and nothing else.”
“Mary, are you with me too?” he asked.
Mary nodded her head.
“Good. I want you to relax too,” he said. “It’s going to be like you’re a passenger in a car. You
“No, Stanley, I haven’t the damndest idea what I’m about here,” he said. “But I’m doing what seems to be logical.”
Mary patted Ian’s arm. “We have confidence in you,” she said. “Don’t we Jeannine?”
Jeannine chuckled. “Sure we do. Besides Hawaii is lovely this time of year.”
“Oh, that’s easy for you to say,” Mary said. “You can float on clouds. I’d fall like a rock.”
“You aren’t going to Hawaii,” Ian grumbled. “Now if you’d just give a man a moment of silence we could get things going here.”
Mary bit back her laughter. “Sorry, I’ll be quiet.”
“Me too,” Jeannine said. “Sorry dad.”
They both burst into giggles.
“Oh, and it’s a jolly time for everyone until someone gets possessed,” Ian lectured.
The laughter continued for a few more minutes, then Mary took a deep breath, wiped her eyes and turned to Ian. “I do apologize,” she said. “I get this way when I’m nervous.”
Ian nodded. “Understood,” he said. “But if you could both concentrate, I think I’m ready to try this.”
Mary took another deep breath and nodded. The mood in the room changed as Mary closed her eyes and began the deep rhythmic breathing Ian had suggested.
“Aye, that’s grand, Mary,” he said. “Now, I want you to hold my hand. There you go. If things get a bit dicey for you, you know I’m here for you. Okay?”
Mary nodded.
“Now, Mary, do you give Jeannine’s spirit permission to enter your body?” he asked.
Once again, Mary nodded. “Yes, yes I do.”
“And Jeannine,” Ian continued. “Do you promise to do no harm to Mary while you inhabit her body? And promise not to misuse the privilege Mary’s granted you?”
“Yes, I promise ,” Jeannine said.
“Mary, I want you to picture yourself in a room, a cozy room, that’s comfortable and friendly,” he said. “Look around the room; it’s filled with all of the things you love. There are photos of your family and friends, books you’ve read, movies you’ve watched and even your memories are stored in this room.”
Mary smiled.
“Ah, that’s fine now,” Ian said. “Now, Mary, walk to the door of the room and let Jeannine inside to be with you.”
Mary moved through her cozy room, all colored in gold, browns and deep reds. There were overstuffed leather chairs and brightly colored thick rugs. Chenille throws waited for snuggling and a blazing fire was within a stone hearth. She ran her hands along the leather bound books in the oak bookcases and caught the scent of a burning candle.
The door was oak and curved at the top. It had a brass handle and a small window framed in brass. She peeked through it and saw Jeannine waiting. She opened the door. “Jeannine, my friend, come in,” she said.
Ian watched Jeannine’s spirit float down into Mary’s body.
“Did it work?” Rosie whispered.
Ian turned and nodded in Rosie’s direction, then put his finger over his lips to remind her to remain quiet.
“Oh, that’s right,” she said, “I’m supposed to be quiet.”
Stanley rolled his eyes. “Shhhhhh,” he whispered harshly.
Ian grinned and turned back to Mary.
“Jeannine, if you can hear me, I want you to squeeze Mary’s right hand.”
He felt the light squeeze on his hand. “Excellent. Now I want you to listen to my voice and only my voice,” he said. “You are in a safe place and your friend Mary is right there beside you. I want you to relax. Close your eyes and take deep cleansing breaths.”
Mary’s rhythmic breathing changed to deeper, fuller breaths.
“Aye, that’s good, that’s good,” he said. “Now I want you to clear your mind and just think of the things I’m saying to you and nothing else.”
“Mary, are you with me too?” he asked.
Mary nodded her head.
“Good. I want you to relax too,” he said. “It’s going to be like you’re a passenger in a car. You
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