The shaman Shuri,from Ghana, carefully rearranged my whole apartment, including moving the 2 persian rugs around. He saw my face of horror at this and reassured me it was necessary for laying out the alter. I gathered pictures of my granny and grandpa, my sisters, friends and cousins and my yoga gurus and a small vintage pin of the Beatles, all things close to my heart. Here I am dressed my Ananda Ashram sweatshirt, expectantly waiting looking calm and collected.

My life was laid out beside me. The shaman bought a high priestess called Jade to help him. Her job was burning cedar, and frankincense and goodness knows what else, and supporting and comforting me.

One other character was invloved. I will call him Jesus, he walked in drop dead gorgeous, wearing white, with a small beard and piercing blue eyes. I nearly melted on the spot. It turns out he is a male model for his day job. He was there for the ride and to participate in the experience.