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Then I lay supine on the table, and he placed crystals around my body and dripped a liquid on my forehead and under my tongue. As he very gently cradled my head and upper body, I drifted into some neither-asleep-nor-conscious state, awakened rather abruptly by a Tibetan bell being rung in my ear. I felt like I had had a massage—groggy, not particularly ready to speak, and soothed to the point of blissed out. I bid him farewell—I had been there almost two hours—and as I walked home, everyone seemed so uptight, but nothing could touch me. While waiting for a light, the woman next to me said into her phone, “That’s the problem with these fucking people I work with,” and I all I could think was, I choose not to hear you.”

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