hotel.The manager was polite and let us into the room. Dr. Hew Len
asked if we could be alone in it. She agreed and left.
“What do you notice?” he asked me.
I looked around and said,“The carpet needs to be cleaned.”
“What impressions do you get?” he asked. “There’s no right or
wrong.What you get may not be what I get.”
I allowed myself to relax and focus on the moment. Suddenly I
sensed a lot of traffic, a weariness, a darkness. I wasn’t sure what it was
or what it meant, but I voiced it to Dr. Hew Len.
“The room is tired,” he said. “People come in and out and never
love it. It needs acknowledgment.”
I thought that was a little strange. A room is like a person? It has
feelings?
Well, whatever.
“This room says its name is Sheila.”
“Sheila? That’s the room’s name?”
“Sheila wants to know we appreciate her.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond to that.
“We need to ask permission to have our event here,” he said.“So
I’m asking Sheila if it is okay with her.”
“What is she saying?” I asked, feeling a little foolish asking the
question.
“She says it is okay.”
“Well, that’s good,” I replied, remembering that my deposit on
the room was nonrefundable.
He went on to explain, “I was in an auditorium once getting
ready to do a lecture, and I was talking to the chairs. I asked,‘Is there
anybody I’ve missed? Does anyone have a problem that I need to
take care of?’ One of the chairs said, ‘You know, there was a guy sit-
ting on me today during a previous seminar who had financial prob-
lems, and now I just feel dead!’ So I cleanedwith that problem, and I
could just see the chair straightening up. Then I heard, ‘Okay! I’m
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