My attempt to describe the experience of an elusive "peak hypno" experience. I've been chasing this feeling for quite some time.
Content Warning: I am not a hypnotist, but this may have hypnotic effects! There are no suggestions. Includes hypnotic language, beach and wave visualizations, body immobilization, numbness, tingling, spinning/rotating effects, mindlessness, description of thoughts and mind being reorganized (not changed), no specific suggestions are made.
In the beginning, it's just words.
Slow, soft words. Deliberate, almost melodic pacing. Soon you feel yourself anticipating the cadence. The flow of the words. The phrases.
You can feel yourself beginning to relax. A slow and gradual softness spreading through your body, tension releasing from your muscles. One by one.
You close your eyes, the words pulsing. Undulating. They slide gently into your mind, like a rising tide creeping forward across the serene beach of your consciousness. Each advance ebbs and flows as it grasps softly at your thoughts, dissolving them like little imperfections in the sand.
Echoes of thought patterns now abandoned.
Weathered and abandoned structures of thought.
Each advancing wave peaks then stalls. Beginning it's inevitable retreat. Receding, the water reveals a shiny, smooth and even surface. The receding wave absorbs the pathways and structures of your mind. Each wave softly grasps at any remaining thoughts as they advance, gently overtaking them, then pull them back down into the deep.
Each wave pulses slightly deeper into your mind. Then it recedes, leaving a clean, uniform canvas. Blank and ready for the next advance, another wave pulling at your thoughts, then slipping away into oblivion.
The exact words don't matter at this point. All you need to do is focus, relax, and listen. Occasionally, a word catches your attention as it advances just a little further up the beach of your mind.
These words ring out more clearly than the others. Your soft, malleable mind complies, and with each word you relax even more.
With each wave you sink just a little bit deeper. Each word leaves your mind coated with an consistent, fuzzy texture. A dull, semi-reflective surface, shimmering in the dwindling light like wet sand.
You feel your mind become fuzzier. Each word dissolves another thought.
The fuzzy feeling is now taking a new form. It feels right. Correct. A comforting sense of positivity. Belonging. The blank, fuzzy nothingness welcomes you with open arms as you sink. It beckons you to go deeper. To fall further into a wonderful, blissful nothingness.
You feel your body sink just a little deeper into your bed or chair. The comforting, fuzzy, pleasure intensifies with each slow, deliberate breath. Without realizing it, you're breath is slowing, matching the rhythmic cadence of the words.
You continue this slow, deliberate pattern, as your focus moves to your limbs.
You notice them, laying there. They feel...
You could move them, if you wanted. But you don't want to. So you just lay there.
Focus on your limbs as you drop even deeper.
Your perception of sensation in your body is changing. You feel a numbness, like your body and limbs are losing their physical definition. Becoming shapes. Objects. Blunt and dull, incapable of moving. Incapable of any action.
The first tingles are only just noticeable. A collection of random prickles on the surface of your skin. Did they begin in your feet? Your hands? It's difficult to remember. All you remember was how they felt. And it felt good. A warm, subtle, tingling. Permeating your skin.
Slowly, but deliberately, the tingles multiply. Spread. Expand. You feel them all through your limbs now. Soon enough, you begin to feel the tingles all over you body. It spreads across your torso like a creeping wave.
The tingling and the fuzzy feeling in your mind combine like a warm, blissful blanket enveloping you. You aren't sure where exactly you are. Were you sitting? Laying down? Floating? It doesn't matter; your immobilized body is contained. Encapsulated by a pleasing, blissful sensation rippling across your skin.
You sink and relax even deeper. Time passes. The words continue, but you still aren't paying attention.
You're focused only on the pleasure. The blissful sensations in your skin and in your mind. But now, you think you feel something different. Something new. It's subtle at first. A slight pressure on your mind. On your body.
You feel a force. Something unseen. Invisible. An ethereal movement unlike anything you can explain. You feel it as it wraps itself gingerly around your body. Around your mind.
There is a moment of uncertainty. What is this strange force? This feeling that tugs on you? Twisting its way into your mind and your body? Somehow, despite it's foreignness, it's comforting. Soft. Reassuring.
You can feel it, tugging softly at your mind. Pulling it deeper. Pulling your body down. It's trying to empty you. To influence you. but your frozen in place. It's pulling softly at you, in multiple directions at the same time. Tugging at your limbs. At your body. At your thoughts.
You can't quite orient the feelings physically. But there is a noticeable rotation with each tug. Is it trying to roll you over? To spin you like a propeller? You feel your mind and body beginning to slowly turn. The forces swirl around your body. Inside your mind. Like the start of a small whirlwind crossing a wheat field, it swirls around you, picking out your thoughts and feelings into a whirling cylinder that envelops your body and mind.
You feel yourself spinning on multiple axes at once. A complex combination of rotations that shouldn't be possible.
Because under the surface of the swirls, the blissful tingling continues.
The fuzzy blankness persists.
The happy calm of your mind reassures.
You're unable to move or intervene. But why would you? The wonderful melange of sensation is everything you want. Everything you need.
Until you're body is just blur in your own mind.
A swirling, empty, nothingness.
Your mind floats, empty and blissful in the midst of the swirling, the pleasure, and the nothing. The spin continues.
You can feel something now. Starting. It's not just spinning.
Something beyond your control.
It's exactly what you need.
You're observing now. Observing your mind, spinning like a top. Like a centrifuge. High speed. A circular blur of smaller, individual circles, coming in and out of focus, an optical illusion as the velocity changes, like propeller blades coming into focus momentarily as the engine is starting.
The circles appear and disappear like magic. You see now what they are - little tubes, filled with important, complex substances. Substances that make up your mind.
Your thoughts. Your experiences. Your memories. Your feelings.
They spin, blurred away from your perception, slowly succumbing to the rotational forces in the centrifuge that is your mind. Slowly separating into their composite components. Into the base building blocks of thoughts and feelings.
You observe the machine. You observe the tubes. You observe the substances. It's all there. All of you, spinning, separating, and organizing.
The machine beings to slow. The tubes go out of focus again as your perspective switches back into your own mind again.
As the feelings subside, you begin to wake. Awareness returning. You start to feel the bed or chair under your body again. You remember the room you were in. Your limbs slowly regain their feeling. You notice the pressure of the surface underneath you holding you up. The temperature of the room.
Your thoughts and feelings return. You feel a clarity, a purpose, and a focus that wasn't there before.
A warm, pleasurable contentedness washes over you.
