It would certainly be easiest to consider this story nothing less than a fairy tale. Something made up by a mind under trance and not having proper control of it’s own consciousness. A client being unduly controlled and manipulated by a crazy doctor. But that is not true. In fact I have always felt uneasy about this, but I have chosen to publish the story just in case. Almost like British people being asked why they “knock on wood”. The answer is usually “why take the chance of not doing it…”.
Hopefully this will never happen and it will then be put to rest as yet another prediction about dooms day! London 2025.