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Mother and Pappa Malema's Closet

Excerpt from Script Pages 10 - 11


Angela

As you know, I'm a wholistic healer, hypnotist and a psychic and I earn a fairly good living from the services and therapies that I render to help people who have experienced childhood traumas. Amelia, it will only take a minute for me to hypnotize you, so that we can learn once and for all what caused you to be so paranoid about the closet in our parent's master bedroom.


Amelia

Are you serious?


Angela

Don't you trust me?


Amelia

Yes, I do. And, I've heard, for many years about your psychic abilities and the groups that you facilitate at Galliup Psychic Shoppe, although, I've never had the nerve to attend any of your sessions. The occult is scary to me.


Angela

Using labels will continue to keep you in the dark and ignorant of valuable knowledge that can be beneficial. I'm a psychic healing practitioner who has given many people positive solutions for their problems, so that they can thrive instead of languishing from neglect and abusive relationships. Somewhere in your subconscious mind, there are deep seated, irrational thoughts that make you fearful of our parent's closet.


Shirley

Amelia, give it a try. I'm here and won't let any harm come to you.


Amelia

Okay, under one condition. Before I go under hypnosis, let's all share our most protected secrets and swear to never reveal them to anyone again, after leaving here today.


Angela

Okay, I'll agree to that.


Shirley

I'm not so sure that I can do that because I'm a very private person and...


Amelia

Well, I guess that ends that. I won't be allowing Angela to hypnotize me unless, all of you agree to share secrets. Why should I expose my dirty little secrets, under hypnosis, when neither of you are willing to agree to do the same? Fair is fair.


Excerpt from Script Page 22


Amelia

Very sad memories are alive in the closet, restlessly, walking around. They paralyze and invade like a parasite, until the mind is consumed by revenge, hate and depression. They're busy psychic critters. Somewhat bi-polar, coming and going, periodically, fancifully, surfacing to crack awareness, like feathers in a breeze, they whirl, from your subconscious mind to your conscious mind. The walls shrieked when your cries were muffled. His stinking sweat and your flowing tears left an indelible residue. The closet saw the assaults and experienced your pain.


Your out-of-body energy, has a home there. It was present and still moans out of your misery. The large, framed mirror that cracked when Anthony shoved you into it, emits a signal of bad luck. That incessant low frequency that we, always, hear humming in our ears whenever we get in close proximity to the closet, never stops. Oh, there's lots of pain in that closet.


Angela

In fact, the closet has a collective voice that holds the tears of our ancestors who were, brutally, raped during slavery. Because you're sensitive to psychic energy, Amelia, you could not go near that haunted closet.


I remember the time you got whipped by mother and put on punishment, after you refused to enter the closet to get some important documents she needed for Pappa to receive SSI. She thought you were being obstinate and lazy, not understanding how you felt and the true nature of what was going on. Everyone has psychic abilities.


Amelia

Now, that's deep. You're saying, when anyone steps into our parent's dark closet, a howling sound from the universal pain of our ancestors, fills the trillions of cells in their body to recall, on some level, the terrifying episodes of sexual assault and murder that our ancestors experienced? In other words, Shirley pulled their pain into her psychic body and observed her own rape, but she, like them, was powerless to stop it. So, the closet, out of desperation, holds the emotional charge of the experience and emits a silent scream that repels an intuitive person, like me.



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