The quirky, mysterious and very surprising owner of the shop further advertised it as; quote: "A treasure trove of mental observance. A cavern of psychic artefacts, scholarship and discipline challenging one's mind and interrogating it’s very humanity".
Quote: “Simon was diagnosed as having nocturnal epilepsy. Subsequently, at the age of fifty, dark haired and suit wearing, he noticed a bright new poster affixed to the towns local notice board, advertising a course of cognitive therapy, within a new shop on the high street called “My Mind”.
The quirky, mysterious and very surprising owner of the shop further advertised it as; quote: “A treasure trove of mental observance. A cavern of psychic artefacts, scholarship and discipline challenging one’s mind and interrogating it’s very humanity”. But things there were fantastically unbelievable, strange practices, weird behaviour and always an aura of disbelief had led the police into taking an interest in the owner after raiding a similar shop he was involved in some months previously, quote: “Sally and the police team scanned the room quickly through the smoke and then she spotted him picking himself up off the floor. He was a tall hippyfied man in long flowing robes, that would have been as white as the beard that fell to his waist, barring the scorching. Known as “Teacher” he wasn’t about to hang around like a bad penny, he knew what had just happened as it was he that set the trap”.
Would “Teacher” be able to alleviate Simon of his epilepsy, would he help others signing up for his therapy course, would he fall fowl of the Police investigation, what exactly was going on in the back of “My Mind”?