"Right, lie on your front and prop yourself up on your elbows. That way, it's easier for me to swing the pendulum in front of you and you'll still be comfy."
I rolled onto my stomach and smiled as Jack continued.
"Do you keep a diary?"
I frowned. "Yes. Why?"
Jack grinned. "I think you'd be incredibly confused if you read that after this afternoon."
I grinned back.
"Would you mind if I looked after it for you?"
I shook my head. "As long as you don't read it."
"Nah, I'd never do something like that, darling. Where is it?"
"I realised that. Do you know its exact whereabouts? I'll take you home this evening and I'll pick it up while you're not looking."
"It's under my pillow in my bedroom."
"I think I'd know."
"I have to be sure, because otherwise there might be some awkward consequences."
"Well, I'm sure that's where it is. And I give you my permission to use magic to help you find it."
"Why do I need permission?" Jack looked amused.
"Just in case it involves using your amber to ask me so I forget you asking me."
He frowned slightly. "I'm not comfortable with casting spells on you, Rosa."
"Well, you're about to hypnotise me, so you'll just have to get used to it."
"That's true. I did hope I'd never have to use magic on you. It feels so ... unfair. Like I'm taking advantage of the fact that I can manipulate you."
I grimaced at his phrasing. "Just think; you probably won't ever have to again after today."
Jack nodded, looking slightly cheered by this thought.
"Right, back to business," he said suddenly.
Jack's face turned serious. "Now, are you absolutely, 100% certain that you want to do this?"
"There's no part of you that's has any trace of doubt?"
I shook my head.
"And finally, you're not anxious about anything I'm going to do to you; you know I'll be careful...?"
I interrupted him. "I trust you Jack. Completely and utterly, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera."
Jack sighed. "You sound like you'd trust me with your life."
"I would. Now get on with it before I ask Ross for some foxglove to make you hypnotise me."
Jack rolled his eyes. "You're so overdramatic."
"I know," I said happily.
And with that, Jack reached into the box he'd used to carry the candles upstairs, pulled out a long gold chain with a golden disc of metal at the end of it, positioned himself at the foot of his bed so he was knelt up directly in front of me and began to swing the pendulum with the disc at my eye level.
"Watch the pendulum," Jack said, in a gentle yet compelling voice.
My eyes followed the disc as it swung from side to side, catching the light every time it was on Jack's right.
"Clear all your thoughts so that your focus is on the disc alone and allow my voice to fill the blank space in your mind."
I allowed my mind to blank and Jack's voice to fill every open space within it.
"As it swings, you will begin to feel calmer, more relaxed. While focusing on the pendulum, extend your senses to take in the scent of the lavender wafting up to your nose. The effect is quite soporific, in a pleasant, soothing way. You want to go to sleep."
If I'd been thinking about Jack's voice, I would have been surprised by the musicality of it. It was irresistible and that helped me follow his instructions without question. Who wouldn't follow the instructions of a voice like that? I felt comfortable as I began to gently unwind.
"Let yourself go deeper into that relaxed state. All there is in the room is the scent of the lavender, the sound of my voice and the swinging pendulum. And nowhere is there any danger: you are perfectly safe and secure, and in that knowledge, you can allow yourself to become totally content and totally relaxed."
I felt myself sinking down into deeper parts of my mind, parts where it gradually got easier to relax. I probably would've compared it to meditating if my thoughts hadn't been completely focused on my passage into a trance.
"And still you find yourself going deeper. Down, calmly down, into those depths of further relaxation. You feel detached from your body, from those physical attachments to anxiety and negative emotions. In this state, nothing can touch you except that wonderful calm you're immersed in."
I felt like I was floating on a sea of calm while wrapped up in more calm.
"And the further down you go, the more relaxed you feel and the more relaxed you feel, the less need you feel to hold on to anything. As you reach that state of total calm, just let go."
I found myself in the deepest, most relaxed state of being that I had ever been in. It was, to be quite honest, indescribable. Nothing like what I'd ever experienced before could be compared to this feeling of total immersion in calm. As I reached what I imagined as the bed of the ocean of tranquillity, I let go of everything. I stopped seeing, stopped hearing, stopped feeling. It was exactly how Jack said it would be: like drifting into a dreamless sleep.