#hypnotic snake

[amicushypnotica]

Security Guards, & the Hypnotic Snakes that love them, part 3

[ceph]

i think a lot of us kind of laugh about the kaa thing but that really wasn't an ok thing to have in a movie. if it had just been bagheera, that would be one thing. but what it was was at first just terrifying to me as a kid, and then i mean...i was only in middle school myself when i realized i had other feelings about it and it made me feel like a freak. well, feel like? anyone seeing that would probably not believe that i was "just into the hypnosis." it was a mass exposure event. it made it look like being hypnotized felt like the most incredible thing in the world. they could be right, maybe it does. but those expressions and implications are otherwise reserved for sex, or drugs. no one would ever show a child in either of those situations. my god, it sounds foul to even say. so why was that just ok with everyone? other than that scene where does that happen in a movie? sure there are vampires and stuff. daphne. maybe a teen. but when i first saw kaa, he was hypnotizing someone about exactly my age. with sex or with drugs, being showed things like that would be called grooming without a second thought. it was not ok to show that happening to a child.

i end up town. because i have spend a lot of my life thinking about kaa. i am certain that i'm just into the hypnosis. if i had identified myself more with the panther than the boy, perhaps i would be a furry, but i was, in fact a boy. i think i would like to try and stop thinking about kaa though. not that i particularly do these days. there are a lot of ways to be hypnotized. it working for real is much more interesting than a cartoon. but i would like to stop acting like "oh haha we all saw kaa and now we're this way." that wasn't ok and it's not necessarily true. a lot of people saw kaa and aren't this way. we might have seen something else, which wouldn't sometimes make us afraid we might be almost the worst kind of person. we would be interested in vampires and stage magicians perhaps, or superheroines, and not snakes with particular asymmetrical rings. it isn't even freaking real. i feel just as sort of cursed by having those thoughts about something unreal as people who are into say sonic the hedgehog, except mine is more like if sonic touched me places. if that sounds like i'm making light of it i'm not. it's a fucking bizarre place to be in. and the people who made that movie are probably all dead by now so what can i even do to get even? if that even matters?

so i would like to stop talking about kaa. i have a few posts relating to him and i'm not going to delete them, because they might lead people to this. i will make myself think of "a snake in the forest" if i do start having that kind of thought. "a snake in the forest" feels just as real to me in that way, now that i try thinking about it. "a snake in the forest." a different snake. he might be different. long. grey. silvery ripples all across his back, and a silver-white underside. his eyes are very different. metallic swirling silver syrup, iridescent, opalescent, shimmering turquoise, purple & orange.

and he's a lot larger. longer. thick as two of you around the middle. he looks for bigger things than you. whole stags. he hypnotizes their antlers right off them. they shake their heads & shed them and lay down, dreaming of a beautiful glen.

so he's not looking for you. but he doesn't want you making sounds. stags, deer, are flighty. if you snap a branch, they might look up & run -- it's a much quicker instinct for them than humans. they leap, their legs forcing them away from a sound as soon as their ears flick up.

so it's a slow hunt. and a slow approach. all they see is a twinkling in the darkness. who knows what they think it is. a star on the ground? deer look at the stars sometimes -- some say they find their way that way in the dark. so a star on the ground might just confuse them. but it would be silent. nothing to run from. no sound at all. just a star there, glowing and growing a little, brighter, swirling. more than a star. something like a moon. what is this? what is this?

while that stag is thinking, the snake has to have silence. humans scare deer, even stags. sometimes we sting them, and they don't know how. and a lot of stags aren't seen again after a human sting. they all know it without learning. we've been walking after them, waiting to sting, for five million years, after all.

so the snake will not let humans make noise in his valley. it's a wide valley, lush with green life, and no human knows what it looks like. not because we've never been there. we just wake up on the other side, and don't remember a thing.

& he doesn't have to be so careful with us. humans look. if there's something sudden, our ears don't move our legs -- or not half as fast as a stag, anyway. we look for a second. we try to figure out what it is we're seeing. so he doesn't have to start from far, his one open eye just looking like a star that's somehow fallen down amidst the brush. he can slide silently right around to us, or slip through the forest to where we will be in a minute -- there are only a few paths through the forest there, and we're not likely to bound off into the thick undergrowth in the dark. so he slides up, silently, or he waits -- and then he appears. his eyes appear, suddenly before you can think dropping from the branches -- and since you're not a deer, you don't run just because you don't know what it is you're seeing. you look. silver. opal. purple. shifting solid iridescent flame, rippling like a rainbow -- and then you blink. and you wake up. it's morning. somewhere else.

how did you get there? you don't think about it for even a second. ah, morning!! but between us, how did you get there? did you slip into silent slumber, sail on a silver mist, and walk with your eyes barely open right where he whispered that you should -- or did you stare and stare, breathing faster & faster until you went totally stiff, stiff and rigid and locked up tight in every muscle? and then did he lift you by your middle, curling just the tip of his tail around you, and carry you just past the edge of his forest, setting you down on your feet, still perfectly stiff and rigid, eyes staring wide, seeming like you're dreaming awake, & inside seeing all his shining silver shimmering? then he might have said, "on your way, two-legs." and you blinked, waved goodbye, and continued on your way. you were still dreaming then, though you thought you were awake. not that you remember either way. then you found a nice place to make camp, and you did. and then you woke up. ahh, morning!!

& although you don't remember him, or his eyes, or his forest, you might be fascinated by silver things, by opals, by iridescent feathers. you might turn them over in your hands, or sway your head side to side, looking, fascinated by the rippling shimmer & shifting color. and you might have a dream about him. no images -- nothing fixed -- or if there is, you don't remember when you wake up. just shimmering silver. since you don't remember him, you wouldn't know why it started. you might also develop a fascination with snakes. especially their eyes, which, though cold, seem as deep as two oceans. the next time you saw something about hypnosis, you might feel a flush of curiosity, for no reason you can think of. you just never really thought about it before. to look so deeply that you forget to look, but you think you're still looking, to relax so completely that you melt. to be so lost inside yourself that you follow exactly what the hypnotist suggests, without even remembering. somehow it never occurred to you before that this was really...hot. you don't know what opened your eyes. it would just strike you in a shimmering new light one day.

even though you don't remember him, that snake, humans have a special power he doesn't know about. we never really forget anything. they say it about elephants just because they remember faces, and where to find water in a wide open country - we have that times ten thousand. we remember, somewhere, every impulse and image we've ever seen. and even if we never think we remember -- even if we never think about it again -- we dream. and we remember our dreams. we can forget about something, then dream about it, and remember that dream, thinking it's just a fantastic vision that came to us, something impossible that never happened. so although we don't think it's real, we can remember what we forget.

& this is a large snake. & snakes grow slowly. is he a thousand years old? five? ten? is that why his eyes are the way they are -- another shimmering ring for every year, in a subtly new shade of silver?

so who knows how many humans have seen a flicker of him in their dreams. his valley is remote -- just one or two people a year might wander there. but after so long -- how many humans dreaming for how many years before all our little fragments of memory come together into a myth? one might dream over and over about just the feeling of a scale -- of a wide, silvery scale sliding softly across his side -- and another might dream of a deep silver ocean, a vast expanse somehow set in a little nook of a dark forest, an infinite space somehow just there, between the dark boughs of a low-spreading tree. and another might dream of being in another world, where everything was silver, his body was silver, the grass was silver, the leaves were silver, his fingers feeling his way between the branches were silver sparking on silver, every little touch between sending silver sparks shimmering through the air, feeling an infinitely fascinating depth and breadth of texture just in the tiny motion of his silver fingertip along a silver branch --

and these people, all remembering one or two facets or moments when they were deeply hypnotized, without realizing what exactly it was, might talk with each other, on the nature of dreams, and on what they meant. "we dream of the life after life," says one, "and there, all is silver and light." another might say, "i think there is a snake who takes us there, a snake older than the world, who slips in when we are leaving, and leads us on." the third might say, "depressing!!! why are you two like this?? i think in dreams, we see the world of spirit, which is alive forever. or maybe we see a place in this world, a valley where silver fruit is ever-crisp, and lets us live a million days and nights before we even think of time again. and if we're all dreaming of it, it must be a valley not so far away. perhaps we came from there, and we are lost now, searching for it."

in time, dreaming and thinking, they may never agree if it's this world or the next, or some other which we can never enter, but the snake, as thick as the thickest trees, in the silver valley, with eyes like the moon and skin like the shimmering moonlit sand -- him, the idea of him, becomes myth. they may then imagine more -- a hero, like gilgamesh, searching for that land, for a silver apple to save the life of his soul-mate, tricking that snake, using a mirror as with medusa, or blindfolding himself and feeling his way for miles and miles -- or bargaining, perhaps completing an impossible task he sets.

no one would remember ever meeting him, this snake. he wanted us to be on our way, not remembering a thing. he didn't know about our dreams. he didn't mean to be pieced back together, half-remembered here and there until he lived in our minds, just as much as he really lived in that valley. and people who just...were a certain way, even though they'd never met this snake, would hear about him, and might wonder, what would it be like to be hypnotized?

so then. forget about that thin creature from that movie. he takes things before their time. an egg-cracker, some might say.

there are far greater snakes than he. if you imagine "a snake in the forest" -- what do you see? how long? how quickly does he move -- sliding slowly through the branches, or quick as a whip -- suddenly there, tail wrapped around your forehead, pulling your eyes almost right up against his -- are they purple? red? black and white, with infinitely shifting static sand between? might they glow cold and bright, or pulse with heat, faster and faster as you watch, already deeply & completely hypnotized -- might they even pop into your vision suddenly strobing, somehow every color at the same time, flashing, flashing --

and what might you remember? just an excellent walk in the forest -- that you can remember, awake. but what might you dream? if that snake appeared -- what flash of an impression might set itself most strongly in your mind, that it could float into view from the depths of a dream? a red scales against your hand, shot with tiny yellow stars, each of them slowly spreading and shrinking as he breathes -- or just some sort of spiral, colors indescribable, floating somewhere in the night, from which you cannot look away?

you might just be imagining a snake. or he could be real, somewhere, in some other world. and the snake that you imagine -- the colors, the thickness, the length, winding between & around the boughs -- that snake in the forest might come to you in a dream, and there, he would be real. real as anything. and if -- each time you read the words, "a snake in the forest" -- you've pictured that snake, your snake, then -- he's there, now. in you, somewhere. you might forget reading this, sooner or later, and you might forget what that snake in the forest looked quite like. you might forget, yet your dreams will remember. and when he comes to you there, you probably won't remember why, or that you already imagined him. it would feel real. and you would wake up, wondering why you suddenly dreamed of such a fascinating and different kind of snake. you already know you're curious about being hypnotized, of course -- you might even already have had dreams about it. but this...it was such a vivid one. you can still see his patterns, his side sliding through the darkness, when you close your eyes -- and it's hard to even imagine his eyes. it almost makes you shake to remember them. you fall like you're falling in again, imagining his eyes for just a second. in that dream, it was so real. you couldn't look away. his eyes were everything. you knew you were being hypnotized, and thought, finally...i know what it's like to be hypnotized. you felt yourself slip completely out -- and then you woke up. you don't even remember what you dreamed after that. and imagining those eyes again -- just trying for a second makes you tremble, and blink. you might be curious, later, to lay down, close your eyes, and imagine that snake, slithering by & then suddenly -- his eyes. you might try counting as high as you can, while imagining staring deeply into those eyes, feeling yourself completely hypnotized -- still trying to count, trying to blink, trying to look away, finding you can't, trying to stare as long as you can, counting each second, trying to watch for as long as you can before your eyes start to get heavier, heavier, heavier, and -- you wake up. i must have dozed off. you might not remember what you lay down to imagine. or you might -- and you might try again. or you might not have to try -- that night, the next night, you might dream of him. you wouldn't have to try to imagine. you wouldn't think to count to see how long you could look for. he would just be there. real. and instantly, you would be deeply hypnotized. and you might remember that dream, or a fragment of it, or you might forget it completely. that doesn't matter. just from having imagined him, that snake in the forest is inside you now. you can almost imagine him, if he could fit inside your head, curling up in there, ghostly, moving through the world. inside you. flicking his tongue, licking at the back of your eyes.

this snake in the forest -- what do you imagine? i'm curious to know. what colors do you see? what does his voice sound like? is it deep, or soft? i should say, though, that if you put these things into words -- it'll make him a lot more real. writing things down helps to remember them, after all. so if you type his color, his length, describe his thickness, talk about his eyes, if thinking about them doesn't stop you still til you shiver & think about something else -- he could come faster. and sooner. and he might glow brighter, even his scales shining in the midnight darkness. and even if you don't write those things down -- or get stuck on the thought of him when you try, too lost in imagining following his body with your eyes until you see his -- thinking about writing them down has already made them brighter, sharper, realer in your mind. the snake in the forest doesn't necessarily need help like this. he's already there, waiting -- and maybe he'll wait until a little after you've forgotten about reading this, so that you won't remember quite what's happening when you have that dream -- you'll look. and you might not believe you're really being hypnotized for a few moments. but then you might try to look away. or try to close your eyes. and you can't. you're hypnotized. deeply, perfectly, completely hypnotized. and you might not remember why you started dreaming about a snake -- your snake -- you might just think it was natural, from all the thinking and wondering you already do about what it would be like to be hypnotized. you might be a little worried about being more of a freak than you were already -- great, now i'm constantly thinking about some kind of snake in the forest oc/tulpa/whatever-you-call-it. yet another thing i can't talk to anyone remotely normal about. i'm even dreaming about this snake in a forest. well, i suppose i can't help my dreams. or where my thoughts run when they're running wild...humans have always thought snakes were fascinating and had an irresistible quality. even before hypnosis was called hypnosis we thought snakes were hypnotic. i wonder why.