When a pile of books land in one's lap (so to speak) it could be because the universe is trying to nudge one in a certain direction.
I've had enough of vampires (really I have.) Seven seasons of Buffy saw to that. But I might have a go at self hypnosis.
I've always told myself I couldn't be hypnotised. This goes back to an incident in early childhood when the family doctor tick-tocked his fob watch in front of my eyes- and got absolutely nowhere with it.
But I have fewer defences now.
And self hypnosis might be a tool for exploring past lives- which is something I've wanted to do for a long time now.