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You ruined her life, admit it, for your own selfish purposes. Make it last for 29 years so you suffer and die." The woman on the stand bursts into tears--"Yes, I am a bitch," she admits--and the leader of the Landmark Forum, Alain Roth, leans forth in victory on the stage. This scene begins the 2004 French Channel Three report on the Landmark Education Forum in Paris.
You just wanted her to keep away from men because you were rejected by men.
A racket is a state of being, Sophie explained, a story one tells oneself where one is a victim in a permanent state of complaint.
We are constantly affixing "stories" to events rather than seeing the separation between "event" and "interpretation," and these stories are usually based in our self-righteous feeling of being wronged.
Perhaps the Forum had changed its Draconian techniques since that TV program. Participants were invited to the microphone to present their problems, and while speaking, Sophie would begin to smile, circle closer to the participant, look them up and down with a steady glance, keeping her two feet firm on the ground, a rather effective theater technique, and then suggest: "tell me what happened to you when you were seven.
What happened that is similar to the way you are treating your husband now?
She draws three circles on the board, with past, present, future, and adds arrows to show the absurd reversal of time: a distortion the Landmark claims to solve by day three.
She brings up Citizen Kane as an example of a man who lived his future in the wrong direction, ending his life back where he started, obsessed with his childhood sled.
There was nothing too objectionable about a program that has as a result reconciliation in relationships, as well as a new commitment to responsibility for one's present.And it also reflected a French bias: that radical self-confrontation was always already a suspect activity.Quite frankly, it did seem true that the woman on the stand had manipulated her daughter.I had come ready with candy bars in my pockets and a small flashlight for light recuperation, to avoid my own brainwashing.The truth was that we had breaks every two hours, at which point I stuffed myself with delicacies at various local London diners.