#trance log

[subject-e]

Have you ever heard silence?

Driving through the desert, a cool clear night, the moon is new the stars are out in force, scattered across the milky way like glitter escaped from a child's art project.  We decide to stop, pulled off onto a smaller road, and then onto a road smaller still until no lights from civilization were visible.  We park.  I feel his hand on my forehead, cool, reassuring and his voice tells me to sleep.  I drop, listening, obeying, and he fills my mind with his words, words of pleasure and peace, words that make the night even more beautiful.  From that space of calm and centered, we get out of the car to watch the sky. 

Outside, it is silent. Completely silent.  No wind, no trees, no roads, no cars, no insects, nothing.  Just us, and infinity. 

[subject-e]

Playing on the edge of the Void

Usually trancing when tired is a recipe for falling asleep for me... but what happens when you walk that fine, fine line between awake and asleep...

It started, the way adventures tend to start, with a mandatory all-nighter and some conversational hypnosis.  There was no question about whether hypnosis would happen, just when, and how.  The brain wanted to be in trance, oh, yes, how it wanted to be in trance, and how quickly did it drop when given permission.  And, surprisingly, it came out of trance easily as well... it did not linger near the void, and it did not fall in.  He did not let it.  Rather, he alluringly dangled my tender, bewildered brain over the void, pulled it back, dangled it again... resulting in a very delicious state of fractionation. 

This state of fractionation is one of the best ways for me to achieve amnesia, because it becomes very overwhelming to keep track of each of 50 or so trances that are very similar.

One part that I remember clearly was sitting at my computer typing from trance state because talking was too much effort, typing, with a part of my brain that doesn't usually get to talk.  Talking about amnesia suggestions, how to do it so that they will work.  Basically, part of my brain was conspiring with him to achieve our goals, to get around my critical observer who Must. Remember. Everything.  Maybe not so much, now.