Cryptic's Murmurs

Before I begin, Minors & any titles that end in phobes regarding other humans, DNI.

Minors - Please find your way when you are of age, have matured, and can handle the responsibility that comes with trance. Its difficult when you feel you are ready, believe me, but boy oh boy is it worth the wait.

Phobes - Life is too short to hate. I encourage you to seek out why you feel the way you do towards others to resolve that anger. Love wins. Always.

If you are still here, welcome! I'm CrypticMurmurs! You can call me Cryptic, but not that Cryptic. You know?

Anyway, I am a 27 year old practitioner of the hypnotic arts, both giving & receiving. I am an avid daydreamer, game freak (I see what I did there), and person enthusiast. I love learning about people, social structures, and social engineering.

I am inhabitant of the Midwest and tend to know a little about a lot. My ability to weaponize inane conversation is one of my deadliest weapons.

This means you have two choices:

First: take a breath.

Relax.

Enjoy the present moment.

Breathe.

Allow yourself a moment to realize the only thing you want right now is the next word.

The next phrase.

The acceptance of how you felt when you knew you felt this moment felt good.

When you caught yourself

Reading

Absorbing

Emptying your brain for me

For Us.

That's right.

I'm selfish, not unkind.

You know you want this just as much as I do.

You want the the emptiness.

The open void between where you are

And where you will be.

Following.

Helplessly.

Openly.

Well done. Just like that.

Just.

Like.

That.

Take your time to process the next step.

The second option.

The choice between

Deeper

And

Down

Flowing and following

Until you drop now

Second:

Or

Now.

Returning up when you need.

When you want.

In 5

Four

Thr33

2

One

Or two?

You are Up, Up Up.

You came here to feel something.

Nothingness.

You came here because you knew my words, my touch, my embrace would all lead you down that melted path.

Back to the abyss.

And when you finally stop fighting yourself about whether you wanted this, whether it's OK to want it this badly, whether or not it's safe to be this exposed, open to a person, it will hit you.

You are too far gone to know what you want.

So I suppose you will just have to trust Me to know what you need.

Compassion is resistance.

Standing up for yourself is resistance.

Resting when you need it is resistance.

Practicing self-reliance is resistance.

Accepting and asking for help from people you can trust is resistance.

When you are surrounded by the dark, shining an unyielding light is the surest way to pierce the curtain.

It's OK to pretend to understand the words coming out of my mouth.

It's OK to feel your brain leaking out of your ears and down out of your special place.

It's OK, because nothing is expected out of you.

Even if it was.

What is important is what I make out of you.

How my words wrap their way around whatever pathetic excuse of a brain you have left and seize what was never yours.

100 posts!

You don't need then anymore.

Give me your resistance.

It's worthless now.

Give me your pleasure.

It's your existence now.

Give me your trust.

And watch how quickly any doubt, worry or anxiety melts.