#posthypnotic suggestion

[apoemaday]

Entry in an Unknown Hand

by Franz Wright

And still nothing happens. I am not arrested.   By some inexplicable oversight nobody jeers when I walk down the street. I have been allowed to go on living in this   room. I am not asked to explain my presence   anywhere. What posthypnotic suggestions were made; and   are any left unexecuted? Why am I so distressed at the thought of taking   certain jobs? They are absolutely shameless at the bank—— You’d think my name meant nothing to them. Non- chalantly they hand me the sum I’ve requested, but I know them. It’s like this everywhere—— they think they are going to surprise me: I,   who do nothing but wait. Once I answered the phone, and the caller hung up—— very clever. They think that they can scare me.   I am always scared. And how much courage it requires to get up in the   morning and dress yourself. Nobody congratulates   you! At no point in the day may I fall to my knees and   refuse to go on, it’s not done. I go on dodging cars that jump the curb to crush my hip, accompanied by abrupt bursts of black-and-white laughter and applause, past a million unlighted windows, peered out at   by the retired and their aged attack-dogs— toward my place, the one at the end of the counter,   the scalpel on the napkin.

#poetry #franz wright #entry in an unknown hand

[pluagemask042]

Kevin 11 Nexutrix Aliens - BloodFrenzy

The Nexutrix’s sample of a Vladat

This sample has secretase a sunblock like wax that coats his fur to make him mostly sunproof, unless water is splashed onto him. His ultrasonic scream can disorientate people and can put posthypnotic suggestions to make them preform their will for a short period of time. This sample has not shown any ability to produce Corrupturas.

#ben 10 #ben 10 fan art #ben 10 fan design #ben 10 fan alien #ben 10 art #ben 10 kevin #kevin levin #character #character design #character art #orignial character #original character art #original character design #my original character #oc #oc art #oc design #my oc #my oc art #my oc design #creature #creature design #creature art #original creature #design #my design #digital art #digital fanart #my digital art #fanart

[hypnoespadachin]

Aware or unaware.

[binaural-histolog]

Hypnosis and Sleep

Another deep dive, this time into the relationship between hypnosis and sleep.

Hypnosis, especially following suggestions in hypnosis, is mutually exclusive with sleep. It can work but it's very easy to wake up your partner from sleep, and while it's possible to go from sleep directly to hypnosis, this means that your partner is not sleeping… and your partner needs to sleep. If your partner is highly suggestible, then there are studies that show that highly suggestible people can be given suggestions while in stage 1 sleep, and will follow them with full waking amnesia. However, highly suggestible people follow suggestions just as well after a normal hypnotic induction, or indeed without any induction at all. People who are not highly suggestible do not become more suggestible in their sleep.

People do absorb information information in their sleep. There is implicit memory for words heard during sleep. Several studies support the notion that simpler forms of learning such as habituation and classical conditioning are possible during sleep, but this is extremely limited -- the research along the lines of associating bad smells, puffs of air, and recognizing repeated sections of white noise. It is implicit learning, but only just.

This doesn't stop people from some very dubious research, such as attempts to get boys to stop biting their nails by whispering to them in their bunks. There is a strong folk wisdom that hypnosleep is some powerful mythic backdoor into the mind, capable of reprogramming people. I think the reason for that is Dave Elman.

Elman has a chapter on hypnosleep in Hypnotherapy (1964), and it is almost entirely consent violations. It starts off with this anecdote of a man with a problem.

"When I enrolled as a student of Mr. Elman, I did it for only one purpose. I wanted to learn how to hypnotize my wife in her sleep and give her suggestions to make her stop picking on me and nagging me. Mr. Elman said I couldn't do it -- that I wouldn't be successful. I've been more than successful. I hypnotized her while she was sound asleep. She'd never let me hypnotize her while she was awake but I did it when she was asleep, and she didn't even know it. I talked to her unconscious mind-told her how much her picking and nagging was disturbing me, and suggested that she never do it again. She hasn't henpecked me for over a year, and I'm very proud to say that as a result I've been much happier. And maybe she has been much happier."

Elman claims that hypnosleep provided "better anesthesia than was possible with the Esdaile state of hypnosis" but his experiments involve telling people in his class to sleep with posthypnotic suggestions, which... took three hours to become effective? I think they just took a nap while people talked to them.

After struggling with that, Elman stuck with reinduction triggers, and said the results were spectacular. But he doesn't elaborate. There's no evidence that doing this is any more effective than regular hypnosis, and good reason to think it would be less effective and may lead to impaired sleep and a very grumpy partner.

Du magnetisme animal en France (1826) and De la suggestion et des ses applications a la therapeutique (1886) establish that a sleeping person can be given hypnotic suggestions and will remain asleep.

Around 1953, EEG was used to determine hypnosis and determined that whatever hypnosis was, it wasn't sleep (Krakora, 1953; Heiman & Spoerri, 1953).

T.X. Barber attempts to split the difference in “Sleep” and “Hypnosis”: A reappraisal (1956), saying that hypnosis may not be deep sleep, but might involve a state of light sleep.

Barber's Comparison of Suggestibility during "Light Sleep" and Hypnosis (1956), later written up as Experiments in Hypnosis (1957) goes more into the concept of suggestions during sleep. Barber approaches the subject and whispers "Clasp your hands together." Out of 22 subjects, twelve responded as if they were in some stage of hypnosis. There were no significant differences between responses between "light sleep" and after a hypnotic induction, but no EEG was used to determine the level of sleep. This is one of the rare studies that has pictures and is written for Scientific American so it's very casual.

Trance induction under unusual circumstances (1964) mentions specifically some cases where people are brought into a state of hypnosis directly from sleep.

The literature pertaining to when a person can or cannot be hypnotized is conflicting. [...] Kroger (1963) and Fresacher (1951) also mention the possibility of hypnotizing persons without their knowledge or consent by leading them from natural sleep to the trance state.

This is also a fun read, with a bunch of case reports.

Cobb and Evans start to dig into the details. Specific Motor Response during Sleep to Sleep-Administered Meaningful Suggestion: An Exploratory Investigation (1965) calls Barber's study into question.

While the recent study of Barber (1956) reported that suggestions during sleep were successfully responded to during sleep, no objective criteria, such as EEG, of the presence of sleep were used. The interpretation that Ss remain asleep during such suggestions, however, is called into question by a more recent study by Borlone, Dittborn, and Palestini (1960) employing EEG monitoring. In their investigation of the induction of sleep by direct suggestion and repetitive stimulation, these investigators reported the successful induction of EEG sleep patterns showing theta waves, and in one instance delta activity. They reported that such induced sleep could be turned into hypnosis by appropriate suggestions, but during verbal interactions between E and S, EEG patterns with waking alpha activity were shown, even though S had been instructed that he would remain asleep throughout.

and reports success only with highly hypnotizable subjects in stage 1 sleep.

All 4 highly hypnotizable Ss did respond behaviorally to the sleep-administered verbal suggestion and remained physiologically asleep. However, this only occurred when the suggestion was administered in emergent Stage 1 sleep. [...] All 4 low hypnotizable Ss failed to respond behaviorally to the sleep-administered verbal suggestion.

The short paper Response during sleep with intervening waking amnesia (1966) expanded into Verbally induced behavioral responses during sleep (1970) showed that in some high suggestible subjects, a verbal suggestion given during sleep can still be effective five months later.

This study explored the possibility of eliciting motor responses from sleeping Ss. Nineteen Ss slept in the laboratory for 2 nights. Some Ss responded behaviorally, while remaining asleep, to verbal suggestions which had been administered previously during stage 1 sleep. Many responses were obtained without eliciting alpha activity during the suggestion, after the cue word was administered, or before and after the response. When a successful response occurred, alpha frequency was not significantly different from the slowed frequency occurring spontaneously during stage 1 sleep. The average response latency was 32 seconds, and this increased as the temporal dissociation between the administration of the suggestion and the cue word increased. After the S awakened, he did not remember the verbally presented material, nor could he remember responding, and he did not respond to the cue word while awake. When S returned to sleep the next night, or even 5 months later [emphasis added], the mere repetition of the relevant cue word (without repetition of the suggestion itself) was sufficient to elicit the appropriate response. It is concluded that a subject is capable of some interaction with his environment while he is asleep.

The 1965 paper had a very small sample size, so a similar study with better design is Sleep-induced behavioral response. Relationship to susceptibility to hypnosis and laboratory sleep patterns (1969), which found that people are prone to waking up during suggestions.

A complex relationship was found among the frequency of sleep-induced response, susceptibility to hypnosis, and how well the S slept. Insusceptible Ss were less likely to respond while asleep and had less opportunity to respond because they awakened when cue words were presented. They had also reported that they were poor sleepers outside of the laboratory situation. Response to sleep-induced suggestions was not correlated with waking motor suggestion, nor with hypnotic passive and challenge suggestion. Rather, sleep response rate was significantly related to hallucinatory and posthypnotic clusters of hypnotic behavior (which can be experienced only by deeply hypnotized Ss), particularly with responses obtained when there was temporal dissociation between the suggestion and the cue word.

There's another study from Evans which I cannot get hold of, Hypnosis and Sleep: Techniques for Exploring Cognitive Activity During Sleep (1972). Evans shows up in multiple places in hypnotic amnesia, antisocial suggestions, and so on. If there's an odd factoid about hypnosis, Evans was probably involved in it somehow. From his obit:

A study performed with William Orchard suggested that sleep learning might be possible after all, so long as the learning is characterized as semantic, or perhaps implicit, in nature. A more extensive (and controversial) series of studies explored the possibility that subjects could respond to hypnosis-like behavioral suggestions while remaining asleep. Taken together, these studies can be viewed as pioneering attempts to explore the role of sleep in learning and memory.

I also cannot find the Orchard study. Please reblog/comment if you see it.

Kratochvil publishes Prolonged Hypnosis and Sleep (1970), which attempts to keep people hypnotized through several sleep cycles.

The author demonstrates the possibility of developing prolonged hypnosis of a waking type, ranging from 16 hours to 7 days, with preserved normal waking-sleep rhythms. Persisting rapport, duration of a prearranged distorted reaction to date-questioning, and subsequent total amnesia were taken as criteria for prolonged hypnosis. They were met by five of ten trained, highly susceptible Ss. Normal sleep can apparently occur parallel with hypnosis, without interfering with it. Implications for a theory of hypnosis are discussed.

The study hypothesizes that the subjects may immediately enter waking hypnosis on waking.

One question is: Are the Ss really hypnotized while asleep? An alternative hypothesis is that they are in normal sleep (not hypnotized), but re-enter hypnosis immediately upon awakening, according to an implicit posthypnotic suggestion.

Sleep in Hypnosis: A Pilot EEG Study (1972) asks "can a person sleep in hypnosis and awake hypnotized, and react to suggestions while asleep?"

Six highly susceptible Ss were hypnotized and allowed to sleep in the laboratory during the night. Hypnotic rapport was tested after each of two awakenings, and simple suggestions were also administered in different stages of sleep. After awakening, hypnotic rapport was still present. In sleep, the Ss did not react to suggestions in stages 3 and 4. They sometimes reacted in stage 2, but usually woke up either during listening or during responding to the suggestion. In stage REM the Ss usually responded well to the suggestions; they sometimes woke up and sometimes not. The results are taken as a proof that hypnosis can continue after periods of sleep which occur during hypnosis. The question whether hypnosis and sleep can occur simultaneously or only alternately is discussed.

And the study establishes that you really have to be awake to follow suggestions.

Hypnotic phenomena evidently work better if the EEG shows a waking pattern. As long as sleep stages are on the record, the possibility for responding to suggestions is considerably limited. The S necessarily tends to wake up fully, if he is to demonstrate typical phenomena of deep hypnosis. These findings favor the explanation that hypnosis and sleep are interfering processes rather than processes that could coexist independently.

Hoskovec identified some Russian research in Recent Literature in Hypnosis from the European Socialist Countries (1966). The paper is by Svyadoshch (also spelled as "Sviadoshch"): Sviadoshch, A. M. Vospriiatie i zapominanie rechi vo vremia estestvennogo ma. (Reproduction and memorization of speech in natural sleep.) Vopr. psikhol., 1962, 8, 1, 65-80. Cooper and Hoskovec tried to replicate this study in Hypnotic Suggestions for Learning during Stage I REM Sleep (1972).

Eleven highly hypnotically susceptible XS participated in a sleep-learning experiment which involved sleeping in the laboratory on two successive nights. The first night served as an adaptation period, and the second, an experimental period. Ten simple Russian-English word pairs were learned in the waking state upon awakening from the adaption night. Prior to going to sleep on the experimental night, the Ss were hypnotized, and given suggestions to perceive and remember the words to be presented. A second list of ten Russian-English word pairs were presented during emergent Stage I REM sleep monitored electroencephalographically and electromyographically. It was found that the 8s learned an average of 90% of the material presented under the waking condition, but only an average of 30% under the Stage I REM sleep. It was concluded that learning during sleep as here defined was possible but not practical.

Evans follows up with Hypnosis and Sleep: the Control of Altered States of Awareness (1977) which is about napping.

[...] it does appear that hypnotizable subjects have the ability to fall asleep easily and in a wide variety of circumstances. While this finding does not imply any basic similarity of sleep and hypnosis, it does indicate that there may be a common underlying mechanism involved in the capacity to experience hypnosis and the ability to fall asleep easily and maintain control of basic sleep processes.

Finally there is one last paper from Evans, Behavioral responses during sleep (1990). I do not have this, but it does not appear significant.

#binauralhistolog #hypnosis #nerdery #sleep #hypnosleep

[calypsopoet2003]

The Donna Chronicles V:

More Become Donna's Hypnotized Pantyhose Slaves Every Day...

Donna & her family have now been in their new & permanent place for several months... Mike & I both have our Driver's Licenses at this point... In fact, as soon as I passed the test & received mine, I had ended up going straight to Donna's house. I wasn't planning on it, & I wasn't even thinking about it. I just sort of found myself pulling into their driveway, walking straight through their front door, disrobing completely down to the pantyhose I was wearing from the waist down, & I then headed straight to my Hypnotic Pantyhose Mistress downstairs where she had been waiting for me to worship he silky white pantyhosed legs, feet, & toes...

Now that I was licensed & mobile, I was frequently over Donna's house to both see Mike, & to see my Hypnotic Pantyhose Mistress for encounters... She kept me busy, & well stocked in pairs of her silky white pantyhose which were usually hanging from the hook on the back of her bathroom door for me.

I often found myself suddenly just showing up at her house for a variety of reasons, all unbeknownst to me until I was inside & facing whatever Donna had in mind for me. Donna seemed to love playing with me using posthypnotic suggestions, & to be honest I found it to be a major turn-on as well. I almost never knew when I was going to suddenly find myself walking through her door, & dropping into a deep, wonderful hypnotic trance for her...

One day I found myself pulling into her driveway, going right into her house, & disrobing completely down to my silky white pantyhose from the waist down as soon as I got inside. From the front porch to standing in the foyer inside the front door, I had gone from a low level trance I wasn't even aware of being in, to a full-tilt, completely blotto, maximum arousal, deep hypnotic trance for her!

I went robotically downstairs to find Donna "holding court" with several of her son's girlfriends, two previous & one current (Tina, Cheryl, & Kim) who like me were wearing Donna's silky white pantyhose for her, & also like me, were all deeply under Donna's hypnotic spell, & had eyes only for Donna...

I had no choice but to take my place among them, & join in loving & worshiping our Hypnotic Pantyhose Mistress together. There was even quite a bit of worshiping each other, as well. It really didn't suck being Donna's Hypnotized Pantyhose Slave...

I really loved being pulled this way, & that for such attention both paid & received... We all dearly loved Donna, & each other too. We truly lived to serve & obey, & to love & worship our Hypnotic Pantyhose Mistress, & to an extent each other as well...

So many encounters, every one of them lovely, & all enhancing & increasing the love I felt for Donna, & for Donna's other Hypnotized Pantyhose Slaves... But, there was one encounter that Donna pulled off that was completely over the top, & reminiscent of a Christmas Eve at my parents'house some years ago.

Donna had put together a 40th Surprise Birthday Party for my Mom... She, Big Mike, & my Dad took my Mom out for a special celebratory Birthday dinner, & were then bringing her back to Donna's house for a big surprise party with all of my Mom's closest friends & family in attendance...

When they arrived, the surprise went off without a hitch! They ushered her in & she was blown away by everyone who was there for her! After a while, once the party got under way, I noticed that all of the women at the party were now wearing silky white pantyhose under, or with whatever they had been wearing, & were now showing off their silky white pantyhosed feet...

Shortly after that realization I was on my way to the bathroom, & happened upon Donna upstairs... She was sitting in her office, wearing a lovely light blue dress & white pantyhose...

Once she spotted me, she had beckoned me in, & immediately dropped me into a wonderful deep hypnotic trance for her... She had me sit before her & used her silky white pantyhosed feet to deepen the trance to the point where I had completely blacked out. The next thing I was aware of was performing various tasks & chores for Donna in order to keep Mom's party going without a hitch...

As soon as I was a little more with it & seemingly in control of my actions, I noticed that my socks were gone & my white pantyhosed feet were completely exposed for everyone to see. Amazingly enough, no one seemed to be aware of it, except for when I ran into my Aunt Patty, who had come right up to me, & kissed me long & deeply while caressing my silky white pantyhosed feet with one of her own... She then gave me a big smile, asked if I was having a good time, & continued down the hall towards Donna's office...

I realized that I was being compelled to continue on about my evening with my pantyhosed feet exposed, & it seemed like there wasn't anything I could do about it. When I went downstairs to where the main party was, I was astonished to discover that all of the males at the party were padding around in white silky pantyhosed feet as well... None of them seemed to have any awareness of the fact at all. I had no idea how Donna was pulling this off, but it was very much like a certain Christmas Eve at my parents' house a few years ago.

Donna was now bringing my Mom into the main room, who was now wearing a silky white leotard adorning & complementing her beautiful silky white pantyhose...

Everyone at the party started to gather around my Mom & Donna with rapt expressions on their deeply hypnotized faces, as Donna had then commanded everyone's attention, saying...

"...That's right, I want everyone to gather around... You all simply MUST obey me, & come closer as we celebrate Joanne, my dearest friend in the whole world! Though none of you won't remember this next part, Joanne will never forget it, as she has given herself completely to me as my Hypnotized Pantyhose Slave & for her 40th Birthday has chosen to receive First Concubine status, that until now has only been enjoyed by her son... She will forever be mine, as her son will, & for the rest of their lives will love, serve, obey, & worship me above all of my other Hypnotized Pantyhose Slaves..."

I suddenly looked down at myself & was completely shocked to see that I, too was aawearing a silky white leotard over my silky white pantyhose...

I was also suddenly in an extremely aroused state, & barely able to contain myself. Suddenly my body jerkily, almost robotically had started towards our Hypnotic Pantyhose Mistress... I noticed that my Mom was in the throws of the same, or at least similar compulsions as I... We now both found ourselves standing before Donna, & started to both glide ourselves up & down each of her perfect white pantyhosed legs. We continued to literally hump her legs in devotion, unable to stop until the both of us finished climaxing for our Goddess.

The party went on, rather uneventfully considering all that happened until late that night. I was curious as to what all of the guests memories of tonight would be, as well as which of the guests were now going to be permanent members of Donna's Hypnotic Pantyhose Harem...

The next day, I woke up in my silky white pantyhose in my bed at home. I remembered almost everything that happened the night before, but I did have vague flashes of memories that involved me worshiping, & being worshiped by a couple of my Aunts', & one or two other party guests of the Hypnotized Pantyhose Slave variety...

A couple of weeks later I was hanging inside reading a book on a lovely Saturday morning, when my Mom & Donna came home... Wearing leotards & tights, though they were quite a bit different from the ones Donna had my Mom & I wearing at Mom's party. These were a shiny blue with silky tan tights. As they entered the house, they of course removed their shoes as is Donna's way...

They came over to me to say hello, & tell me about the wonderful time at their Aerobics Class, & Donna continued in her distinctive low throaty chuckle...

"...Indeed, we had an amazing time truth be told... I don't think they will ever forget us! I am sure that they don't know what hit them!"

My Mom chimed in...

"... I'm not sure that they will remember us either, considering the shape we left them in..."

Mom handed me a Polaroid she had snapped of the Class's Instructors on their way out, clearly showing that these two truly did have a good time. I wonder if the girls in the photo will have any idea how much of a good time they had with Donna & my Mom...

It didn't take long before I was pretty worked up with both Donna & my Mom acting so silly in their sexy pantyhose... Mom headed off to the kitchen to make some tea for them, & Donna moved in for the attack... Before I knew it, she was kneeling before me, yanking my socks off to expose my hosed toes, & began worshiping MY feet with abandon.

She soon pulled my pants off, lavishing attention up my silky legs, as well as on my engorged pantyhose covered sex... I didn't last long under her sublime ministrations. Then I got to return the favor, worshiping Donna's sexy hosed legs, feet, & toes...

When my Mom came back in with the tea, she put it down on the coffee table, & took over on the other foot from the one I was currently worshiping... We kept going until Donna actually climaxed from our ministrations...

I left the ladies alone with their tea, went to get cleaned up, & continued my reading elsewhere... This was what our life was, & I honestly wouldn't have traded it for any other existence...

Donna & my Mom liked that Aerobics Class so much, they have since gone back, & Donna brought the girls over there into the "Family"...

They do things a little differently over there now, but it's amazing how much Donna's influence has been spreading subtlety, maybe even covertly throughout the community. Every Sunday, there is a "Special" Class that is focused entirely on "Guided Meditation" with Donna...

Apparently, the Class was such a hit, there is now a three month wait to join!

Look for "The Donna Chronicles VI" to Continue Donna's Story of Taking Over Amy's Aerobics Studio & Hypnotized Pantyhose Slavery Shenanigans...

[laurawful]

Hello! I've acquired a lot of triggers (long story short: from an abuser) that I need to get rid of. Do you know of anything that can help me with this? Thank you in advance!

I'm definitely not an expert on that sort of thing, but I do know that basically all posthypnotic suggestions will fade with time. My best advice is to just wait em out, as an alternative to trying to find someone trustworthy to try to remove them for you.

#if anyone has a better idea please chime in lol

[carnage-vrp]

submerged directive

When using Mesmerize, the vampire can now implant a posthypnotic suggestion, allowing the command to remain dormant until a specific stimulus occurs. The user can only embed one suggestion per victim.

Dice: Manipulation + Dominate vs Intelligence + Resolve as used under Mesmerize. (Free)

#discipline; dominate #submerged directive

[katiebrazier]

How to Have a Successful Leamington Spa Hypnotherapy Session

Hypnosis and hypnotherapy are effective treatments for a broad variety of issues, including low self-esteem, lack of confidence, inability to lose weight, fear of public speaking, and many more. Even if there is an increasing number of hypnotherapists advertising their services, it is still crucial to make sure that the London hypnosis you choose is qualified.

If You've decided to see a hypnotherapist, and the first appointment is quickly approaching. You can't help but feel doubtful or maybe anxious.

In any case, it's fine. If you've never tried hypnosis before and have no idea what to anticipate, the first session might be intimidating. After all, how can you possibly confide in someone you've never met before, without making assumptions about their mental state?

Whether this is your first session or one of many, there are ways we can improve your experience. You may improve the results of your Leamington Spa hypnotherapy sessions by following these eight guidelines.

The Number One Rule: 1.

Always do your homework before seeing a new hypnotist. Before committing to an extended session, it's a good idea to call and ask any remaining questions or to schedule a consultation. If you want hypnosis to work, you need to identify the correct practitioner, verify their qualifications, and be just as committed to the process as they are. Maybe you're wondering how many hours of instruction they received. Do they mostly employ direct or posthypnotic instructions, or do they have expertise and experience in interactive procedures like regression therapy or parts therapy?

You should look for someone who has more than just a two-day hypnosis course under their belt. Though direct suggestion has been shown to have some success with certain persons, this method is not universally applicable. Most individuals improve their outcomes by engaging with a hypnotherapist who is trained in a variety of modalities and who prioritizes their comfort and satisfaction.

Be aware of hypnotists who act as if their clients' triumphs are their own or who want to claim credit for their work. You can't just say the magic words, "poof," and expect an instant and complete recovery. I was so concerned about people having that false impression that I published an essay about it.

If the hypnotherapist gives you a detailed explanation of hypnosis and the session's expected flow, they are probably a good fit for you.

If someone tells you to "just Google it," you should go elsewhere for help.

Your hypnotherapist should be aware that all hypnosis is self-hypnosis. They are a beacon of hope as you navigate the transformation you've initiated.

(2) Always Speak the Truth

You and the hypnotherapist need to be on the same page for the hypnosis to be successful. Think back on the initial goals of the meeting. The outcome of your session might be dramatically altered by what you choose to reveal about yourself.

Avoid assuming a hypnotherapist can read your thoughts and help you overcome whatever is holding you back. The more you reveal, the more probable it is that your mind will be responsive and open to change, and the greater freedom you will experience.

Third, let yourself be surprised and go outside of your normal routine.

Is your mind so preoccupied that you failed to hear your phone ring? Know the sensation you get just before you fall asleep? It's the kind of calm that surrounds you like a protective cloud, but you can't sleep in. Achieving this level of relaxation and focused attention without really falling asleep is the primary aim of Leamington Spa hypnotherapy.

The mere act of appearing is not sufficient. You need to desire the change, have faith that you can bring it about, and be open to it to make it work. Allow yourself to be receptive to the unexpected sensations that may surface via recollections or new insights.

4 Embrace Adaptability and Invest in the Procedure

It's easier said than done to let your thoughts go wherever they may, yet the rewards for doing so may be profound. Because of the way our brains are wired, the meaning of the information we take in will be colored by our pre-existing biases and habits. Keeping an open mind might help you resist the urge to revert to destructive thought habits.

Maintaining a positive attitude during the transformation process is crucial. No matter how skilled a hypnotherapist is, we won't be able to help you change if you aren't prepared to do so on your own. To make positive changes with the help of Leamington Spa hypnotherapy, you must be committed to putting in the effort required.

How To identify the best hypnotherapist for your needs, consider the 21 questions below. When questioned, don't be afraid to go further.

1.I was wondering if you could provide me with a no-cost consultation.

2.The second question I have is, "Could you please provide me with some examples of your outcomes?

3.Do you provide follow-up care in between appointments? To what extent, and of what kind, would you say?

4.Have you completed any formal training?

5.Fifthly, do you have insurance?

6.I need to make sure I'm working with someone who isn't at risk of contracting the same illness I have, therefore I'm wondering whether you take any medicine.

7.Do you provide any kind of backups, such as MP3s?

8.I'm hoping to complete therapy in no more than six sessions. Can you help me become organized within this time limit?

9.How well-known are you for dealing with my particular illness?

10.Do you have any kind of continual training?

11.Describe your ideal customer.

12.What kinds of illnesses do you struggle to treat?

13.Following the hypnosis session, how would you keep me safe?

14.How can you ensure me that I will be in command at all times while under hypnosis?

15.Is there any kind of follow-up service that you provide?

Katie Brazier - Professional

Hypnotherapy in Leamington Spa

. For help with anxiety, stress, depression, sleep issues, stop smoking call me today and book in for a free consultation.

#Hypnotherapy Leamington Spa

[insidedreams-blog]

There has been an experiment that brought us closer to eavesdropping on someone else's dream while it happens. Arkin, Hastey, and Reiser (1966) gave a posthypnotic suggestion for the dreamer to talk in his sleep about the dream while it is happening. In most of the awakenings after such sleep-speeches, the remembered dream was very close to the dream described during sleep. This is probably the closest anyone has come to taking part in someone else's dream while it occurs.

Blechner, Mark J. (2013-06-17). The Dream Frontier (Kindle Locations 641-644). Taylor and Francis. Kindle Edition.

#sleep #dreams #dreamwork #dream analysis #dream meanings #dream interpretation #dream cultures #dreamology #Inside Dreams Blog #dreaming

[ebonetnoir]

Hypnotism by G. H. Estabrooks 11TH PRINTING UNCOMMON The science and mythos of Hypnotism is explored in this hard to find classic on the subject. Topics include: The induction of hypnotism, common phenomena, posthypnotic suggestion, nature of hypnosis, medical uses of hypnotism, hypnotism in crime as well as warfare, hypnotism and Hitlerism, etc. Publisher: E. P. Dutton, New York Copyright: May 1956

BUY ON ETSY, $85

#rare books #uncommon books #hypnotism #G. H. Estabrooks #induction of hypnotism #posthypnotic suggestion #nature of hypnosis #paranormal #science #medicine books #psychology book #bookish #booklr #booklover #vintage books #Etsy shop

[hypnosistrainingacademy]

In this video, Igor listens to a comment from one of his hypnosis students.

She remarks that no matter what Igor says, she feels she can go into trance.

And how she feels like the environment is supporting her trance-like state.

Igor discusses why that is true. Because of something called “state dependant learning”.

And how that is a key factor to getting good at hypnosis.

He explains that because of state dependant learning, all the technical skills the students are learning feel natural.

You see, we have different places in the mind.

And Igor explains how your mind is like a big mansion, filled with rooms.

Whenever you are in a particular state of mind, it corresponds to the room you are currently in.

When you’re in your happy room, you feel happy.

And you have easy access to all your happy memories. In other days you are in the sad room.

And you have access to those memories just as easily.

Same goes with your hypnosis experiences. All of the learning and training that you do as a hypnotist you store inside your “Hypnosis Room”.

Source: hypnosistrainingacademy.com

#hypnosis #hypnotherapy #Conversational hypnosis #hypnosis learning #learn hypnosis #hypnosis training #hypnosis room #hypnosis experiences #mind reading techniques #posthypnotic suggestion #state dependent learning #trance #techniques

[lovingsylvia]

The “Sylvia Plath Calendar” - 62 years ago today:

Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes’ daughter, Frieda Rebecca Hughes was born on 1 April 1960 at 5:45 a.m. at 3 Chalcot Square, near Primrose Hill, North London, UK

. . .

“Finally, on the night of March 31 [1960], after she and Ted had taken a walk along Primrose Hill and Regent’s Park that had tired her enough so she fell asleep immediately, Sylvia awoke to labor pains. Then everything happened quickly. By two o’clock when Ted called the midwife, Sylvia’s contractions were violent. By five, she was fully dilated. By five-thirty, when the nurse called the doctor, Sylvia believed the baby would come any minute. And it did—at five-forty-five. A girl, she weighed seven pounds and four ounces and measured twenty-one inches in length. Sylvia called her Frieda Rebecca, and the source of the name was clear. It was Otto’s [Sylvia’s father] sister Frieda, Sylvia’s aunt whom she had described as “resembl[ing] daddy—the same … blue eyes and shape of face.”

During labor and the actual birth, Ted remained at Sylvia’s side; he often held her hand and rubbed her back. As he had hypnotized her over the past few weeks, Ted had offered a posthypnotic suggestion that she have a quick and painless delivery. Though by no means painless, it was—at four and a half hours—relative quick.”

In a letter, Plath stated that “[t]he whole experience of birth and baby seem[s] much deeper, much closer to the bone, than love and marriage.”

–Excerpt from Rough Magic: A Biography of Sylvia Plath by Paul Alexander, 1991

Picture: Sylvia Plath with Ted Hughes and their daughter Frieda at Knole, UK in May 1960

#sylvia plath #ted hughes #frieda hughes #sylviaplath #Paul Alexander #on this day #rough magic: a biography of sylvia plath #1960 #knole #Happy Birthday #sylvia plath calendar

[transmortifried]

wish hypnovisors were a real thing so i could implant a posthypnotic suggestion in a girl’s mind that makes her instantly cum whenever i tell her she’s a good girl but i guess we’ll have to settle for the low-tech equivalent

[hawkinsschoolcounselor]

Do you think it’s possible Brenner did hypnosis on El and that’s why she doesn’t remember much from the lab? Like she didn’t remember Kali, her mother coming to get her, whatever happened in the rainbow room etc. Now I know that at a young age your memory can be like foggy but for her to forget all of that doesn’t make sense even if she’s blocking it out due to ptsd or whatever. Makes me feel like Brenner did something.

It wouldn't actually take too much for El's memory of the Lab to be extremely lacking. Trauma can be an extremely powerful force on the brain. With all of the stress El has been under from a young age, including isolation, emotional manipulation, and physical abuse, she would have been in a state that would be at risk for memory issues. These memory issues could include false memories, amnesia, or both.

I can see Brenner being the sort of person to use unethical methods to induce amnesia in his subjects, though. I'm not largely knowledgeable on any research in this area, but, given that amnesia is often caused by physical damage to the brain, it's at least theoretically possible that drugs, shock therapy, and invasive surgery could cause amnesia. The problem with this, though, is that it would be near impossible to control what memories are affected. The last thing Brenner would want is for his prized weapon to never be able to form long-term memories again. For someone he wanted to keep quiet, though, such as Terry Ives...

Similarly, posthypnotic suggestion could cause memory issues, but could not be well-controlled. The memories would essentially still be there, but simply be blocked from being recalled. An effect like this would only be temporary.

Assuming the Duffers didn't just write themselves into a hole by coming up with events that El has no apparent memory of, I'd say it's more likely that El has something like dissociative amnesia. This has a psychological, not physical, cause, and is basically done to protect the individual from the memory. Like with posthypnotic suggestion, the memories are still there, and can theoretically be accessed again, but are buried deep down where they can cause no harm to the person. Dissociative amnesia can cover large gaps of memories related to the traumatic event, basically whatever it takes to avoid recalling the event.

If we consider the 002 teaser with Brenner and the other lab children, then we can potentially see what sort of event could have caused this effect in El. I've previously suggested that something terrible happened that day involving El and the other children in that teaser. Let's assume, for the moment, that El is somehow responsible for the other kids in the Lab being killed. El is not a bad person, but she was able to be manipulated by Brenner out of a desire to earn her "Papa's" approval. Maybe it was meant as a test of her abilities. Perhaps she didn't intend to kill them, but wasn't yet able to control her powers very well. The trauma of such an incident would certainly be sufficient for her to never want to remember that day again. In order for that memory to be sufficiently buried, she'd basically need to forget they ever existed.

We may see El's memories of that day return to her in season 4. This would almost certainly cause further emotional harm, as the trauma of the memory would overwhelm her coping skills. If the rumors of current-age El being in a hospital gown with cut hair are true, then perhaps this trauma is what causes her to end up back in Brenner's "care." He's certainly the type who would try to cause a psychiatric event in order to get an hospitalization order.

Hopefully, we get answers to a question like this in season 4, but this is a possible explanation given the extent of my scientific knowledge on the topic. Let me know if you have further questions or need any clarification.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #eleven #martin brenner

[unwelcome-ozian]

Thank you for answering. I was wondering how neurolinguistic programming differs from the trauma programming you talk about, and from hypnosis. Following this, could NLP be used "badly" (i.e. in a non therapeutic way, to cause more harm), and could hypnosis be used in a traumatising way? Please ask for more clarity in my questions if needed :)

Yes NLP can be used ‘badly’. 

NLP is the building of associations with an anchor. Neuro linguistic programming is the evolution of hypnotherapy. Classical hypnosis depends on techniques for putting patients into suggestive trances; NLP is a technique of layering subtle meaning into spoken or written language so the programmer can implant suggestions into a subject’s unconscious mind without them knowing.

The programmer is attentive to the subject they’re working with by studying subtle cues such as eye movement, skin flush, pupil dilation and nervous tics.

Through these observations a programmer will determine: a) What side of the brain a subject is predominantly using; b) What sense (sight, smell, etc.) is most predominant in their brain; c) How their brain stores and utilizes information d) When they’re lying or making information up.

The programmer will gradually and subtly mimic the subject. The programmer will take on the subject’s body language, their speech mannerisms, and will begin speaking with language patterns designed to target the client’s primary sense.

For example, a subject predominantly focused on sight will be spoken to in language using visual metaphors—”Do you see what I’m saying?” “Look at it this way”—while a subject for which hearing is the dominant sense will be spoken to in auditory language—”Hear me out,” “I’m listening to you closely.”

By mirroring body language and linguistic patterns, the programmer is will achieve one very specific response: rapport_._ A programmer essentially fakes the social cues that cause a subject to drop their guard and enter a state of openness and suggestibility.

Once rapport is achieved, the programmer will begin to delicately lead the interaction. Having mirrored the subject, they can now make subtle changes to actually influence the subject’s behaviour combined with subtle language patterns, leading questions other techniques. A programmer at this point can guide a subject wherever they like, as long as the subject isn’t aware of what’s happening and thinks everything is arising organically, or has given consent. This means it can be fairly difficult to use NLP to get subjects to act out-of-character, but it can be used for engineering responses within a subject’s system’s range of behaviour.

From this point the programmer will do two things; elicit and anchor_._ Eliciting happens when a Programmer uses leading and language to engineer an emotional state. Once a state has been elicited, the Programmer can then anchor it with a physical cue—for instance, touching the shoulder.

Anchors

A stimulus is linked and triggers a physiological or emotional state in the subject. The skilled programmer will anchor an emotion with several sensory cues– auditory, visual, and touch. The subject visualizes an emotional state from the past, or is placed in an emotional state by the programmer. When the state is reaching its peak, the anchor is placed in. The anchor needs to be unique, distinctive, and easy to repeat in the exact form that it was done. The law of strength applies to the strength of the trauma and the strength of the anchor. A stronger smell may be easier to associate with a strong trauma, which makes the anchoring stronger.

Much of trauma-based programming is setting anchors into parts. When the anchors are triggered, and the part is pulled up, then the anchors have worked. Two separate states can be fired at once.

These types of post hypnotic commands are the ones commonly used by hypno-programmers to change behaviour (behavioural modification).

Triggering Techniques: Real-Time Subconscious Implant Delivery: the Programmers are transmitting the posthypnotic command script to the subject and observing the subject’s response. This technique is required for subliminal programming. All programming standard posthypnotic command scripts can be delivered in real-time. This form of delivery can cause the perception of a voice heard in the mind of a subject to give them information or orders depending on the purpose of the handler/programmer.

Prescheduled Subconscious Implant Delivery: The internal central switching computer can transmit a script to a specified part/alter at a pre-specified time. The transmitted script’s transmission range can be limited to a single building, a city, or a large geographical area. By having prescheduled scripts, the subject has seemingly randomly occurring thoughts and feelings that can’t be associated with a commonly recurring situation like event-triggered scripts precipitate.

Event-Triggered Implant Delivery : Posthypnotic subconscious implants that are triggered with an event, thought, or code word. These are strongly experienced by the subject and are powerful tools for reinforcing a predetermined desired behaviour and inflicting delusions.

The Handler can reinforce a predetermined desired behaviour by associating a subconscious implant (negative or positive reinforcement) with an event. An example is when the programmer desires to isolate the subject from a specific individual, place or thing; the subject will be implanted with a feeling of increased anxiety, hostility, tension, and discomfort. When the subject leaves the individual, place, or thing, another posthypnotic implant is triggered rewarding the subject’s behaviour with a feeling of relief from the anxiety, hostility, tension, discomfort, and calm is restored in the subject’s mind.

The handler/programmer precisely tailors the type of negative and/or positive reinforcement, the degree of the reinforcement, the duration of the reinforcing effect and the conditions of the trigger. This posthypnotic event-triggered reinforcement can be decreased gradually and can remain so subtle that the subject believes the discomfort is naturally occurring. The subject will believe it is there decision uninfluenced by anyone else that the subject should avoid the individual, place or thing.

Subconscious implants can be combined with other implants like posthypnotic-triggered thoughts to enhance the subject’s decision concerning a specific situation. For example the subject can be implanted with a command to be sensitive to the changes in their emotions when around a therapist. The situation will elicit a strong negative emotion. This can be reinforced with another posthypnotic suggestion to avoid every situation that cause the subject discomfort and each time the subject commits themselves to removing themselves from a situation of this kind, they will feel increasing control over their lives

Steps to Anchoring

The anchor (or anchors) should be fired in exactly the same way every time to link them to the resource experience.

The programmer chooses an anchor (or anchors) that will trigger the resourceful state.

The programmers create a situation the subject will have an emotional response to (hate, fear, love, disgust, embarrassment, etc.). They will find an anchor that is unique to the experience. Individuals have the ability to use any three of the types of anchors independently or all together. It is important to ensure the anchors are used together and at the same time. The programmers ensure it is something that happens associated with that experience and is not common to other experiences.

A memory is induced, imagined or situation where the subject can experience the state.

The programmer then attaches a trigger.

The programmer will activate the anchor or anchors when the experience is vivid and the subject is in the desired state. The most effective time for the association of the anchor is at the peak of the experience. As the intensity of the experience lessens, so does the association. If the state is maintained at the intensity for a longer period of time it is more likely the anchor will be established.

Depending on the intensity of the experience can control how fast the subject makes the associations. If the experience is extremely intense the association may be strong after only one occurrence.

The programmer will break the state by having the subject participate in another activity briefly. The anchor will be tested by repeating the action that placed the anchor. It should be noted if the original response returns.

The steps should be repeated several times, each time making the memory more vivid. Replicating the experience will achieve the anchor permanently. This is not required when the anchor is established at the high point of the experience. It is recommended the anchor be strengthened by establishing it at the high point of several experiences.

Future pace the situation where the desired state is to experienced. Trigger the anchor to check that it creates a sufficiently resourced state.

The programmer will use the trigger to elicit the emotional response.

After twenty-four hours the programmer will check the anchor to ensure permanent.

Tips

If the subject does not experience the state when future pacing and experiences another state stop applying the anchor. The subject will experience the wrong state.

There is a knowingness which makes anchoring work that is established by the unconscious mind.

If the subject is in a situation where they experience the desired state in reality by another trigger, the programmer must re-establish the anchor to that situation.

Programmers can stack anchors together.

Collapsing anchors When states oppose one another and cause too much difficulty in a subject the anchors can be collapsed.

The programmer must identify the preferred response and the state they wish to change.

It is essential, first, to identify the response preferred to replace the unwanted response. The programmer must create an occasion where the subject experienced strongly the preferred state.

The subject is moved into the memory and it is intensified before anchoring it. The programmer then triggers the anchor to make sure that the state is powerful and the anchor is properly set.

Once the programmer is satisfied that anchor is firmly in place, the subject is taken to the state that is to be changed. As the subject re-experiences the response, it is anchored to a blank part. The programmer then triggers the anchor and breaks the state.

The subject is tested to ensure each anchor is properly set, and then triggers both anchors simultaneously. The effect is usually one of mild confusion. At this stage, the programmer holds the anchors until the confusion dissipates.

The programmer gradually lifts the anchor of the unwanted state, and a few seconds later lift the anchor for the resource state.

The programmer will test by trying to trigger the unwanted response. The subject’s dominate response should be more neutral or the resource state should dominate. This is repeated as necessary until the resource state dominates.

Visual Anchors Visual anchors are among the most common. There are positive and negative visual anchors.

Auditory Anchors An auditory anchor is a stimulus that is a sound or sounds neurologically linked to a state of mind.

Kinaesthetic Anchors A kinaesthetic anchor is one that is a movement, touch or physical action that is associated with a particular state.

Chainless Slaves

Oz

#answer to questions #NLP

[grim-faux]

4 - Committed to Survival

Rather fix the camera in its hoister now, I’d wait until I wasn’t around the water.  The path out of this place felt long and oppressive, the sharp smell of mildew at this point drilling a painful ache in my head.  I shut the mesh door behind me and trudged up the stairs to the first landing, where a tolerable light source awaited.

MKULTRA program, CIA document no. 190691, p. 1, excerpt  To: File  Subject: Hypnotic Experimentation and Research, Febuary 10, 1954  On Wednesday, 10 Febuary, 1954, hypnotic experimentation and research work was continued in Building 13 of the Mount Massive Preserve in Colorado using the following subjects.

  <material abridged> 

1. A posthypnotic of the night before (pointed finger, you will sleep) was enacted. Misses Jackson and Pierce immediately progressed to a deep hypnotic state with no further suggestion.  Miss Pierce was then instructed (having previously expressed a fear of firearms in any fashion) that she would use every method at her disposal to awaken miss Jackson (now in a deep hypnotic sleep), and failing this, she would pick up a nearby pistol and fire it at Miss Jackson. She was instructed that her rage would be so great that she would not hesitate to “kill” Jackson for failing to awaken. 

2. Miss Pierce carried out these suggestions to the letter including firing the (unloaded pneumatic pistol) gun at Jackson and then proceeding to fall into a deep sleep. After proper suggestions were made, both were awakened and expressed complete amnesia for the entire sequence. Miss Pierce was again handed the gun, which she refused (in an awakened state) to pick up or accept from the operator.  She expressed absolute denial that the foregoing sequence had happened.” In the least my little souvenir was interesting.  Hypnoses to cure fears, or force a person to perform a desired function.  I read files on this but the fancy didn’t strike me, people liked to read those sorts of articles but I wasn’t prime on reporting them. I left the file on the landing and made the ground floor.  I exhaled a breath of relief to see my surroundings unchanged, whether good or bad.  At least the big fucker had left most of the building intact.  I made my uneventful trek back to the Security room, I didn’t like the idea of a gaping hole behind me at this point, but I wasn’t about to prop that heavy metal door up with that little rolling chair. Call me lazy, I just wanted to get the doors open and put a fuck lot of distance between here, and the remnants of my healthy psyche.  I wasn’t going to be normal after this, alright? The terminal looked like it would still function, some of the monitors seemed to be spazing out from the abrupt shut down.  The main root, system controls, was up and ready to go. I managed to type in the first half of Security before someone crashed into me from behind, I didn’t even hear them enter.  I tried to push back and throw them off but they had braced a knee into the back of my leg, the edge of the terminal bit into my bruised thigh.  I already knew who it was even before he braced his arms over my chest, pain rippled up my side as he wrenched my head up.  Something metal flashed across my vision.  A needle! It was jammed into the base of my neck, my vision flashed as whatever the hypodermic was filled with drowned my senses.  He released me and I collapsed against the desk, my forehead started to tingle and I immediately worried over what was in that needle.  I leaned against my arms struggling to drag my failing strength back, but it was impossible.  The blue chair rolled over the clean portion of the floor as he nudged it aside, and moved close beside me.  I turned my head to watch his movement, his foul black robe swelled along my peripheral vision.  Getting hard to focus.  Felt like my legs were turning into jello. “I’m sorry, my son, I didn’t want to have to do this to you.”  He revealed the needle and grasped my hand.  “But you can’t leave, not yet.”  I jerked my hand away from his clammy grasp and brushed him off.  I tried to turn, push him away.  I want nothing to do with you.  Nothing!  Just let me Leave!   Without the support of the desk my legs gave out.  The Priest caught me under the arms and lowered me to my knees.  My shoulder pressed into the side of the metal desk as I stared up into his face.  He was bald, with wild eyes that frightened me.  “There is so much yet for you to witness.”   Oh god. “Will you see it?  Can you?”  With one arm latched to my side, he used the other hand to turn my head towards a gray video feed.  My thoughts were muddled, it was a room.  Camera looking down in a room, with a desk, wall with windows.  Bright windows.  Everything in that room was bright.  A symbol.  Rings on the floor.  Sharp ovals.  People in the room.  Holding guns.  Looked like MHS cops.  The guy I watched die.  I tried to get out…. “Our lord the Walrider, tearing His truth into the unbelievers.”  They were dying.  My eyes drooped but I fought to keep focus, what was killing them?  Dragging them off, throttling them, blood everywhere.  This place was turning red, full of blood.  Blood up to my knees, I was running from my shadow.  What did they see?  What was killing them?  What did he put into me? “The only way out of this place is the truth.”  My head rolled back to him.  The drugs made me weak and heavy, and I couldn’t care less for what he was saying.  The lights dimmed and I sank to my side.  His last words rang through my mind.   “Accept the gospel and all doors will open before you.” The dark. There was safety in the dark.  There was comfort in the dark.  The dark was the unknown.  The dark was all encompassing.  The dark was unmovable. Unless there was light.  That terrible light. I awoke once, enveloped in white, everything was bright and painful to bear.  By my side was a dark shape, the Priest.  I blinked and he was outside the door, it looked like he was speaking to a man with ants crawling on his face. Maybe it was a dream.  The road was very long, and it was already night.  It didn’t matter what time visiting hours ended, I planned to snoop around the grounds anyway and pick up whatever looked incriminating.  But I had to film something concrete, or my contacts would just scoff. When I arrived, the patients were wandering the front lawn in white shrouds.  Something without form was tearing through them, tossing their bodies like broken toys against the walls, muscle and lungs were tangled in the barbed wire.  Amidst them was Chris Walker, the other patients had bowed before him.  It didn’t look like he cared.  His face was splint back in a cruel grin, but his eyes were milky and dead. Once I had gotten away from the Asylum, I collapsed in the woods.  Everything hurt, my body was broken.  Death wasn’t the punishment anymore.  I didn’t have to worry about paying the bills, a boyfriend, my next job - nothing mattered.  The fight was over.  I curled up in the wet leaves and sank into a deep sleep, the dead of winter closed in, but not even the cold could reach me.  There was just the indiscriminate black that awaited at the end of it all. A soft groan escaped me as I roused, clearing the short rest from my stiff lungs.  I opened my eyes to view murky shapes, odd lines in the white walls.  The damn light was too bright, I turned my head and felt the dull pain in my neck reminding me of the previous events.  Everything felt muggy and pointless to my mind, but at least I was alone.    It felt like I had slept on the world’s hardest substance, the material crinkled nastily as I shifted.  Smelt like a retirement homes bad day, but at this point I didn’t give a damn.  Same scenario if you were drunk off your ass, you didn’t give a damn where you passed out.  I put a hand to my collar and brought it back.  No blood.  Probably bruised like hell, but otherwise fine.  My brain was still working out the crap that guy injected me with, should probably be the least of my worries.   For a while I lay on that stiff cot, staring at the walls until they came into focus.  Crosses and words scrawled everywhere.  Some of it in blood.  I took it this was His cell. I didn’t feel ready to resume my personal vendetta for freedom, but options were a luxury I feared I was now banned from.  Time was my worst enemy, and my chances of walking out alive dwindled the longer I wavered.  Either way, I didn’t want to be here when He returned. Slowly I sat up, making mental note of the injuries that had set into my body.  I coughed a bit of blood onto my sleeve, but that didn’t alarm me.  But I would check in to the hospital first chance I had.  A real hospital. Very considerate of the Priest to leave the camera, but he had reinforced his desires into me that I was to be his Apostle.  I flipped the visor open and raised it to the walls. “The priest, FATHER MARTIN brought me here to show me something. Thinks I’m going to be a witness for whatever batshit crazy he’s trying to sell me. This DR. WERNICKE is at the center of whatever went wrong here. But he died more than ten years ago. ‘Rest in Peace,’ says the blood on the wall.“ Fuck the story, when I get out of here I was going to write a New York Times best seller.  “How I Survived the Worst Tip in my Career.”  By Miles Upshur.  In your face, Oprah. The door had no visible lock or latch mechanism.  How did I get out?  Maybe if I pushed. That didn’t seem to work, but as I peered out of the small window a face shot into the lens of my camera startling me.  A click echoed, and the figure darted off.  Though the door was now wide open, I waited.  I had no idea what was out there, let alone where the hell I was NOW.  I hadn’t seen much before he unlocked the cell.  But the question I needed answered immediately, where was I in this god awful place?  Far from the safest exit, of course! Tentatively, I crept forward, but what was I going to do if someone decided to come in next?  I wasn’t hiding in here. This was better than Disney land.  I think every ghost hunter in the world would donate a kidney, just to spend a night in this place.  It was the main ward of the asylum, its heart, where all the crazies hung out.   Below, I saw a few of the frequents.  One man patrolling, smashing his skull into blood stained concrete with bone cracking force.  I winced with each impact. “Back!  Get back!”  To my right a man lunged at a segregation gate rattling at the bars, shrieking his lungs out.  “Get the fuck away from me!  Rrah!  Huh…don’t look at me.  Don’t you dare….” I whirled away from him, relying fully on the doors capacity to withstand his violence, even if fate did not favor me this hour.  I walked along the bland and gray wall, glancing down to the people on the lower floor.  Had they been this messed up before Murkoff got ahold of them?  They were using dream therapy to alter their higher cognitive functions of the mind, didn’t look like these people had that treatment.  Even if they had, I still wouldn’t be able to distinguish them from your typical lunatic. I shuddered to think if Murkoff had been trying to cure their mental deficiency in order to use them for further experimentation later on. The smell.  Like all the filthy alley ways and slums in every city in the world.  I could hardly breathe without gaging, filth was everywhere.  It was a miracle these people weren’t dead from contamination.  Or maybe it was some sort of curse.  This was no sort of life for a human. The window parallel to my face burst open and a hand shot out, grabbing for my head as I ducked.  I smashed against the rail and stared up as the arm continued to grope blindly for nothing, then withdrew.  The shock wore off quickly and I stood up to gaze on the face that met mine. Skin had been cut and moved, tacked down in cruel areas.  It looked like his right eyelid had been removed, the eye now a shriveled sack in the socket.  Despite his earlier ‘attack,’ I think I felt sorry for him. I was still glad his door was locked. The next door was open, but I could change that. “Said he shouldn’t hurt you,” a voiced hummed from within. Inside, opposite to a blood splashed corner, stood a man pawing at his face.  He too had been mutualized by some form of surgery, one eye stitched shut and his face scarred by malpractice.  “Is what he said.” I glanced around, then turned back to him and raised the camera.  “Father Martin?” “Our Father,” he corrected.  “Told him not to hurt you.  But when the cat’s away….Hmmmm….Mmmmm.” Everything in me screamed, slam that door now.  But I didn’t.  Quietly, I backed away and left him as he was.  If he was a danger, he was the least of my concerns.  Shutting the door might agitate him, and there were people on the floor below that seemed to not have noticed my presence yet. I slipped around the pillar of the next corner and walked towards the metal door on this side of the level. “Who’s this?” I stopped in my tracks and stared at the speaker, cloaked by shadow.  That was all they were cloaked by. “Maybe…Farther Martin’s man.” “Maybe.”  The first seemed excited by my presence.  My hair stood on end and I knew without a doubt, I should not be near them. The thick metal gate stood between us and presumably was locked, but I couldn’t make that gamble.  Even without the NV I could distinguish their lack of apparel, their shapes were tall and sinewy, and they appeared to be identical twins.  Splattered with blood. “He looks nervous.” “I would like to kill him.” I hid behind the pillar a little more. “As would I…”  His voice made the task sound tedious.  I really didn’t want to be here at this particular moment. “The preacher asked us not to.” “It would be impolite.” “Not here.” They paused. “We give him a running start?” “There’s an idea.” “And when we kill him, we kill him slow.” “Such patience.” I was done.  I was gone.  I was staggering down the steps searching for a way out of this mad house.  “I want his tongue.  And liver.” “They are yours.” Was there a way out?  Not from down here, the only route I could see had the camera shy freak and my new fan club.  They were giving me a running start.  What the FUCK did that mean?! “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”  Said the man staring at a pillar.  I decided from this point on, for the safety of my psyche and my body parts I did NOT need to speak with ANYONE.  They could talk to me, I was not going to converse back. Someone darted from the group into an open door, and slammed it.  One less to worry over.  Two men still roamed, there was a third sitting in a wheelchair.  I didn’t trust anyone in a wheelchair anymore. The two rooms on either side of the stairs had nothing to offer, no tools or messages, or items of interest.  I had a fear of standing in the doorways, unless someone opened the door from the outside I could be locked in.  The man staring at his pillar, he had been the one to let me out in the first place.  I didn’t want to ask if there was a way out of this area. The Priest had brought me here, how the hell did he get out?  Unless, he was still here…. “Don’t trust them.”  I jerked away from the man in the wheelchair, I had given him his distance though it was doubtful he could do much.  His mutilation went beyond the laws of humanity, scars and broken flesh healed over.   I raised my camera and knelt down, but I refused to get too close.  “They’ll tell you it’s science but it’s not.  They were…waiting for us.  In this place.  Billy understood.  They’ve always been here.” I wanted to ask him about Billy.  About the experiments and the Walrider, and what he meant by ‘they.’  But I was frightened by what he might say.  If he said any more.  Uttering this information had seemed to exhaust him, and his head wilted to his shoulder.  Briefly, I wondered if he had fallen asleep or had he finally escaped this place. I shivered and stood.  A way out that involved my body and I escaping together, and in one piece.  That seemed like a naive dream. I didn’t bother with the door behind him, or the one after that.  Though, as I passed by a face appeared in the glass.  I stared, and ‘he’ stared back.  My mind was attempting to fathom how someone without a mouth could survive, unless there was a tube in his nose, but even his nostrils were compromised.  It looked like there was an opening in his throat, reminiscent to smokers that suffered cancer and had their larynx removed. This place was god awful.  I had to keep reminding myself that, the more I looked around, the more I felt.  Even for a clutch of crazy people, murderers, whatever.  I think the worst ones were the men and women that consciously decided they were going to mangle the part of them that wasn’t broken beyond function.  Then, crack their minds open and figure out to what extent they could fuck their thoughts up even more. I was between feeling terrible and feeling like bitter justice was served.  Everything was a whirling mess of gray with globs of black. One room I entered on the far side had a patient curled up on his cot, trembling.  I knelt down to film him through the nightvision feed, taking in the details of his misshapen face.  Many of the patients I had encountered thus far had scars or wounds of unknown origin, from experiments Murkoff was performing on them.  It was briefly mentioned in Chris Walker’s file, many of his injuries were self-inflicted, but the report indicated not all.  Were the patient’s the one mutilating their bodies, prior to Murkoff’s fall?  Not all of them shared these injuries, some appeared almost normal or unharmed.   It must have been a part of the process Murkoff was putting them through.  But what sort of process I couldn’t begin to imagine.  Some of the scars appeared almost like chemical burns in theory.  What sort of monster would give an order to maim humans? “Too many voices.  They followed me back.”  He stumbled into me as I swayed to get out of his way.  “No more sleep.”  He grabbed my collar and forced me aside, and then continued on toward a bloody spot on the wall without pause.  Wack. Smack! Crack! Clack! “They’re in my blood and they want to get out.  Can feel….” I continued to back away until I was a safe distance, concealed in shadows.  My back pressed against the cold wall and I slid down to sit. “We angered Him with our science.  He only wanted faith.” The voice sounded very close, but when I turned my camera to find him, he was a few feet away curled up tightly in a corner.  I sat there for what felt like a long time observing the habits of these people, lost in madness.  Eventually the man whom stared at pillar did move, at first leaning on his subject matter, then slipping down until he was on his side facing the cold concrete structure.  I turned my attention back to the man in wheelchair, but he had not yet moved since he spoke.  I wondered if he did indeed die.  It made no difference to me, not at this time, but I did feel a unique chill in my veins at the thought.  How many people have I watched die today? “Voices in my head follow me back!”  When the head banger made his third round, I decided it was time to find a way out. Without a word of farewell to the squatter, I crossed to the other side of the wall to doors that had not been examined.  I was beginning to despair, surrendering resolve to the idea of returning to the upper level, to the twins. It was very likely they would open the door only to murder me.  There was no place for me to run, or hide.  Especially with the two of them, they’d corner me with little effort if I tried.  My heart thudded against the stress, and that persistent pain in my chest.  I needed a doctor. A door I opened finally offered some promise, the back of the room was shattered revealing a crack into an open work space.  A shred of concern did remain in me to enter a room in which I could not open from the inside, but I didn’t give a damn at this point.  I squeezed through the gap and pulled up the nightvision, it sounded like someone was struggling. I wasn’t confident in facing the source, if I had someplace to run I might felt more assured.  Truth was safety was an illusion in Mount Massive, my only hope for survival was my capacity to elude danger.   There wasn’t much to see in the work hall, pipes for water, pipes for gas, I couldn’t tell which from the static green NV feed.  The noises were muffled but grew louder as I moved through the work space.  I didn’t like the sound of them.  Overhead the cement had been torn out, where the debris was removed to remained a mystery but it was a direction to take. I climbed onto a crate and made sure it was sturdy before leaping up to an overhead ledge.  For a span I was completely blind in the dark, the camera strap I stuck in my mouth rather the case so I could reach it quicker.  Once I had pulled myself onto the floor I knelt and took it up, looking immediately into the visor. A face covered in ants stared back. I gave a sharp yelp and toppled sideways, catching the jagged edge with my elbows before I fell through, my legs swung beneath me and I struggled not to drop the camera in my hand.  Groaning, I pulled myself back up and crawled away before checking once more. “Agh!  God damnit!  What the fuck is the matter with you?”  One of the patients had plastered himself against a wall and was fixing his shirt.  He wasn’t wearing pants.  On the floor across from him was a bloodied and decapitated body, nude, in a…suggestive position. “You weren’t invited to this, you god damned sicko.” Just….This place needed to go to hell.  Some of the people here did deserve what they got. “What, you like to watch?”  He pointed directly at me and reaffirmed his diagnosis.  “It’s sick.  You’re sick.” And thus my pledge, not to speak to any of these people, was solidified.  You couldn’t stage better propaganda. “Fuck this place. Seriously, just fuck this place. Dying keeps moving lower on the list of the worst things that could happen to me here.” I jogged down the hall, an otherwise good mood literally—No, no.  I needed to forget.  Positive thoughts, healthy thoughts.  I was terribly fucking lost, had no map, two naked men were admitted into my fan club, and dying was no longer top of the list of shitty ways to ruin this day. Or night.  I had no fucking idea. “Hey!  Hey!”  I stopped in an intersecting hall when someone called for me, and rattled a gate.  He was on the other side, which made me happy.  “You… Oh.  I….”  By the time I had my camera zoomed in he had already spun about and was running away.  The small event had me smirking despite everything, who did he think I was?  A friend? Lord give me strength, I was just mistaken for a loony.  And I thought it was funny.

#outlast #outlast novelized #miles upshure #outlast fanfiction