#devotional attention

✦ once tasted, silence stains ✦.

✦ ᛚ ᚦ ᛇ ✦

Hypnosis is not submission.

It is a banquet in the dim light.

I offer you the cup. You choose whether to drink.

But once you taste inner silence — that warm darkness where there is no violence, only heartbeats —

wakefulness tastes like ash.

Welcome to my night.

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

✦ ᛉ ᚨ ᚷ ᛟ ✦

We’ve already talked about triggers. About how a sound signal, a word, a snap of fingers, becomes the liquid border between trance and awakening.

Something so simple forged through the repetition of sessions. Like a warm loop until the brain — that proud, stubborn animal — stops resisting and accepts.

It becomes as natural as the heartbeat you don’t remember. Something rehearsed a thousand times, like a kiss learned in the dim light.

As common as breathing. As easy as closing your eyes.

A sound. A gesture.

That interrupts wakefulness like a silk knife.

Pay attention. Do what I say. Obey me.

But you already know you can. You learned it. You want to do it.

It feels so good to follow. Listen to me.

And fall.

Not into a void. But into a bed of dark moss, where the mind undresses without hurry.