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June 27, 2005 After reading a book by one of those authors with the silly names, Moon Dancing on River or something like that, I decided to try a visualization exercise designed to get you what you want, as long as you could vividly see it happening. I figured this would be really easy, because every day I imagine what it would be like without the nasty woman I work with, so feeling optimistic one night, I got into bed and followed the rules: I took some deep breaths; I breathed in peace, and breathed out conflict, then I imagined myself on my way to work, I get on the train, find my usual seat and set about arranging my belongings so it looks, to the inexperienced eye, as though I just tossed everything on the seat when I settled – when in fact, I arranged them so as to look as uninviting as possible to a person looking to sit down. I place my MP3 player headset on my ears, the batteries for which are long since dead, I open my notebook and write fervently. I look so engrossed in what I am doing, a person would have to be really insensitive to try to get my attention, ask me to move my stuff, and sit down. As we approach the station, I secure my position in front of the doors anticipating their opening. I see everyone flow into the station. As I walk toward work I acknowledge the fog of negativity that always descends upon the downtown core of the city – perhaps it’s me, perhaps it’s mass consciousness – everybody hating their job, I don’t know, I’ve got other things on my mind. I make my way to work, enter the building, ascend to my floor and open the door to our office; I breeze through wishing everybody a good morning and enter my personal office. I turn on the computer and SHE comes to my door “Uh, Susan, someone called for you before, they said it was important, but I don’t know where I wrote it down, so I can’t tell you who it was” She says. “Why didn’t you put it through to my voice mail?” I ask innocently, knowing what is about to happen “I was fricking busy okay!” “NO” I say as I get up, “Not okay” I make my way around my desk and approach her, I am standing inches away from her as I reach up and put my hands around her throat, I commence squeezing the life out of her – she tries to fight, but resistance is futile, I have super human powers. I keep squeezing until she breathes her last breath and I release her lifeless body to a heap on the floor. I am overwhelmed by feelings of relief, joy, and utter satisfaction. I go grab my purse, making sure I look up at the calendar, no detail can be omitted, it is tomorrow’s date, this year. I walk over the heap that is her at my door, and tell everyone I am going to get coffee, would anyone like some, my treat! Everybody smiles and says ‘no thanks, Susan,’ and are talking among themselves as I leave, telling each other how nice I am and how much they love working with me I presume. Before I open my eyes I say ‘so be it, so it is!’ cause that’s what you’re supposed to say, it’s sort of like the new age ‘abracadabra.’ I am in my room, I feel a sense of accomplishment, I know this worked. I slept like a baby that night. I woke up totally refreshed, a bounce in my step, I was even a little bit early. I made my way to the train station, got on the train, arranged my belongings, put on my MP3 player headset, got out my notebook and started with the fervent writing. When we reached downtown, I noticed how everything was happening according to plan; the de-training, the walk to the office, the ascent in the elevator, the entering my office and wishing everybody a good morning – then it all went awry. She was there; she wasn’t dead! There were no messages, or she didn’t give me any is probably more accurate, we just huffed around each other, it didn’t look like she was going to be dead by the end of the day and then it hit me “Stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid.” I visualized myself killing her – it can’t be me. Now I was in a foul mood, I certainly wasn’t spreading any joy, and I’m sure nobody was talking about how great it was to work with me, but I was planning the night’s visualization. This time I was going to do it right, I even lit some incense to set the mood, this time I didn’t bother with the whole train ride, I edited that in my mind. This time, I’m at work and she says to nobody in particular, ‘I’m going to take the mail down’ and leaves the office, she gets out the front door and starts walking across the street to the mailbox. For the last three years, there has been sidewalk construction on our little block, as she is crossing the street a huge cement truck is driving in reverse and stops just short of her, it lifts it’s thing and cement starts pouring from the truck, she trips and falls into a little crevice and is immediately covered with cement, it’s the quick drying type, she can’t get up, she is being forced further down into the crevice and before you can say Jimmy Hoffa, she’s buried – I look at the calendar and breath a sigh of relief. This time it cannot fail! The next morning when I got to work I was very excited; I was sure it worked, and it wouldn’t be my fault. So I greet everyone and go into my office, a little while later, needing a refill for my coffee, I tell HER that I’ll be back in a minute, she asks if I could take the mail down – I don’t think so “nice try” I say to her, cause I always like to give credit where credit is due, I’m fair that way, she looked confused, but I don’t care. When I got back to the office, she was still there; the mail was still there. I got up to check every half hour, at one point, the mail was gone, but she was still there, not dead, I was furious! What a waste of time and energy, I could have been watching television instead of this useless little exercise. Folks, this visualization stuff does not work. Another airy-fairy new age technique debunked – take it from me! If you have any suggestions that do work, I’d love to hear from you. ------------ About the author Susan Daley: I live in Burlington, Ontario. 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