From the Desk of George Barnard written 1998.
Clifford Jordans Test.
Many of Clifford Jordans psych lectures dealt with straight testing of the so-called normal individual. Generally, clinical hypnotherapists only dealt with the neurotics, and even amongst those there were some exceptions that could never be reached some that should never be considered, for they reacted adversely to the hypnotic trance.
On one occasion, Jordan taught his class of perhaps ten or twelve students a new testing procedure. It was specifically designed for those who could not satisfactorily communicate, and it was especially aimed at the younger patients.
From where the test actually came, no one was to ever learn, for the evenings lecture came to an abrupt halt, with Clifford Jordan walking out on the group. The test was called the Rosebush and, to Cliffords mind there was no better way to teach it than to actually apply it, and to the entire group at once.
Those who had difficulties in visualizing things, Jordan suggested, could close their eyes and perhaps imagine things a little better, but it was fine, also to just take notes. Since he never took any notes, Barnard closed his eyes. His ability to visualize was excellent, and closing his eyes would make it even better.
Little did he realize, Clifford Jordans recital or the instructions on the Rosebush Procedure would sound so much like a hypnotic induction, it took only seconds for Barnard to hit a trance.
That Was Fantastic!
Once in the trance, there seemed to be no way he could surface from it, no matter how he tried.
Barnard was stuck in that altered state of consciousness, or perhaps he was held there. Slowly, he felt himself slipping deeper, becoming lighter, drifting out of his body and viewing the world outside, whilst Jordans voice rolled on and on. Suddenly, Barnards body lit up, all over, and suddenly he seemed to be everywhere.
Clifford Jordan now urgently brought the procedure to an end, but it was hardly the end of the Rosebush exercise. The tone of his voice had changed. Jordan was giving the entire class a proper, loud and commanding hypnotic wakeup procedure, but it was directed at just one student Barnard.
Finally, George Mathieu managed to surface. He was excited, That was fantastic! he shouted. You guys all want to hear what I just experienced!
Dont! Jordan shouted back. Dont, George! he warned. You will lay bare the entire personality. You cant afford that.
Who cares? Barnard told him. I never had no nothing to hide, he joked. I was in every room, in every house, in every town, all over this planet. I heard every word everyone said, and in every language. And I comprehended it all. All! All of it! Wow! That was fantastic! If there is such a thing as collective unconscious, I can tell you there certainly is something I must call the collective conscious. It took me in its arms, and I experienced it all.
Devilishly Tough Cases.
The young woman seated behind Barnard had left her place and she had stepped back many paces. She looked to be terrified.
All that light around him, she muttered. But Clifford Jordan only nodded, calmly, it seemed. But this casual nodding did not calm her down.
What does it mean? she shouted at Jordan. What happened?
He can do anything, Jordan told her. With that, he slammed his book shut, dropped it into his briefcase and walked out. There were still twenty minutes of his lecture left to go, but Jordan had gone home. It was left to his bewildered students to search through the cupboards and drawers to find the keys and secure the premises for the night.
Clifford Jordan had been confronted with an event with which his emotions simply could not cope. He knew what it was, but he was unwilling to ever talk to Barnard about it.
Some years later, he told Barnard, George, I heard about some devilishly tough cases youve taken care of. For some of these you should be given a medal, I believe. I do what I do, and Im good at what I do, but in a clinical environment I would not last one week.
To Barnard it meant Jordan was explaining why he had walked out of his own classroom. But Jordan never said so, not in so many words. He also did not know how Barnards emotions were rocked and twisted in some of those cases.
That the strange episode was discussed amongst Barnards colleagues was obvious. At their next meeting, a number of the therapists present gave George Mathieu some long, hard looks and raised eyebrows, but no one spoke about it.
This strange, psychic event remains somewhat of a mystery.
There was no warning that it would happen. There had been no Eleven-Eleven wakeup calls in the days preceding the event. And at any rate, the Spirit Guardians would never be so thoughtless as to make it come about smack in the middle of a lecture.
All of the Eleven-Eleven are vouched for by their Seraphic Superiors. Barnard can draw no other conclusion that some un-evolved Power, Force, or Energy, saw the conditions as right for taking him away, and letting him experience what It experiences all of everything, and all at once. The rookie had locked onto a planetary mindedness, but he knew not the Owner.
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