the female gaze

Note: this piece contains soft hypnotic language and may feel trance-like.Read only if you’re comfortable, and proceed at your own pace.

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Breathing is automatic.

We barely notice it.

Yet in hypnosis, something shifts.

A voice tells you when to inhale…

and your lungs obey.

When to exhale…

and your thoughts dissolve like smoke.

It’s subtle at first.

You’re only following instructions.

But soon the body learns to wait for the cue,

the words that mark the rise and fall of your chest.

The rhythm of your body no longer belongs to you.

Each breath becomes a pulse of trance,

a thread weaving mind and body together.

Inhale — hypnosis.

Exhale — thought.

The inner narrator grows silent.

The heartbeat, the pulse, the rise and fall of chest —

these become the anchor, the doorway, the guide.

And then pneuma appears —

the invisible life force,

flowing through every cell,

marking each breath as yours and yet not yours.

You are both observer and participant,

surrendered and aware.

The voice doesn’t just calm you.

It owns the tempo of your chest.

It writes its rhythm into your body.

And you follow, willingly,

letting every breath carry you deeper.