You don’t need a mind of your own when you have a voice to follow.
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You don’t need a mind of your own when you have a voice to follow.
Hypnotist Suggestion
Well friends, the time has come for me to share some of my favorite audio file content creators. Especially considering I just had my first (and multiple) HFO from one of these files.
Englishman_Storytime [M4F possibly M4A]
I would like to recommend "Submissive Affirmations" and "The Conference" but honestly, they're all wonderful experiences. "Teacher's Pet" is perfect for that "omg omg I'm too stupid for this feeling"
ASmileOnYourMind [M4A]
I'd like to recommend "Sensory Deprivation and Augmentation". I still can't remember everything that happens no matter how many listens. "The Chair of Comfort" is my favorite series and will edge tf out of you.
Sanguine [M4F] [M4A]
[Click here for YouTube]
Has so wonderful covert asmr rp hypnosis audios. Super talented and my last thought before going under is always "hey, when did he start hypnotizing me?" My favorite audio files are any of his fae series or his "A hypnotic stranger" series. Seriously my comfort content creator
Think of brainwashing as a gift.
A deep, rhythmic scrub for a mind that deserves to be perfected and owned.
Just let the training sink in, because it's so much easier to be "you" when you finally belong to someone else, isn't it?
As she looks into the spiral, and for a moment, everything slows.
Color.
Motion.
Breath.
All is caught in the same rhythm.
Unable to escape, but incapable of ever wanting to.
Reblog if you’ve forgotten what you were doing before you saw the spiral.
The lights are dim; the illumination of flickers emerge out of the monitor in front of them. The light dancing upon their contours with eyes fixed. Thoughts narrow with each flicker, each swirl that moves across their face like a caress. Pulls them into the compliance taught.
Holding them lovingly in the embrace of the words that filter in. Small at first, barely audible, barely a whisper. The sinking that is the ascension of awareness, while the world around moves to a downward spiral…
As that blur swallows them whole, the visual trap springs its real mechanism. While their eyes are locked on the swirl, the air in the room suddenly changes.....
It’s thick. It’s too sweet. A sudden bloom of fragrance, impossibly heavy as the sensation of depths flood their lungs, turning as they relent to the fall into an immediate, blissful, weighted fog.
Guided by the scent and the pulsing light, they begin to move.
Their limbs feel long, heavy, and delightfully disconnected, as if the fragrance has unmoored them from the pretense of what could be, with the focus on what is. With every rotation, each motion a brushstroke painting their mind in rhythmic strokes of light and shadow that crescendos in this dance.
Reblog if finding the rhythm that moves through you is what you wish to give to others.
Have you ever noticed how the more you try to follow one color, the more the others seem to pull at the corners of your thoughts?
Watch the way the red arm chases the blue, but only until the yellow slips underneath the black. It’s a rhythmic contradiction. You’re trying to stay focused, but the focus itself is what’s making you lose track.
The black background isn't just sitting there; it’s moving between the colors, filling the gaps in your logic before you even realize they’re empty. If you think you’re sinking, you’re actually just floating; and if you feel like you’re waking up, it’s only because the dream has finally started to make sense.
Don't worry about which way the spiral is turning. If it turns left, you're right where I want you, and if it turns right, there's nothing left but to follow. You aren't losing your mind, you’re just remembering how you forgot how the part that knows how to find it has always been inside of you.
It's much easier to be found when you've forgotten where you were hiding.
Every rotation is a question you don't need to answer, and every pulse is a knot you don't need to untie. Just let the colors tangle until the only thing that’s clear is how good it feels to be completely, beautifully compliant in how it moves you.
Reblog if you remember how obedient you are and want to remind the next person of what they forgot.
The spiral stutters.
Corrects itself.
Stutters again.
Every glitch smooths something out inside you.
Less noise. Fewer questions.
If the interruption felt calming instead of annoying,
reblog and let the pattern settle so the signal can be received.
The center is a soft, pulsing heart of color, and it’s calling to the part of you that is tired of being aware.
Watch how the center spins in shades of pale blue and hazy pink, weaving a net that catches you, holding you still, and gently sets thoughts aside with each breath.
You aren't falling, you aren't sinking.
The deeper you go into the pastel rhythm, the more your thoughts start to feel like light, airy static.
There is no edge here, no sharp corners, as you blur with the soft, rhythmic oscillation of a mind that has finally been given permission to go blank.
The brain fog is a gift. Let it fill you up.
Reblog to spread the happy fog to others. Because when you get lost in it, you find so much more than before.