#hynosis

So lets practice. We dont want you to get worse, you dont want to get worse, you want to get better don't you. So go ahead, think about how much better it is to feel that tingle, feel your need getting worse. Its hard to think of anything else isnt it? As your need gets worse, its only normal your desire to please gets better.

Sometimes our thoughts really do get in the way of it all, don't they. You might hope to feel better when you analyze a problem, a blocker, but over thinking might just make your anxiety worse. Over thinking really is a worse habbit, clouding our better thoughts or feelings from us.

So, instead of doing that, of thinking "why aren't things getting better?", why dont you take a deep breath for just a moment, I know its a silly ask but I dont want you to feel worse. When the air stops, your worry might feel worse, but then your heart might slow down for a second, and that exhale can help you feel better, lighter; feeling anxiety melting away. So lets do that again, better breath in, worse energies out.

Better breath in

worse energies out

Better breath in

worse energies out

You're doing so well, so much better than you were before, your distractions are gone and your anxiety is not getting worse. Its fairly easy to follow along while you breath isnt it? When youre relaxed, youre so much better to talk with, so I wouldnt worry if your memory ended of a little worse for a bit. But thats okay, i'll make sure you're safe.

You might feel worse for forgetting simple things, or something from yesterday, but that just means I can help you, remember to be better. Forgetting things might make your worries worse, but we can train your mind and body not to feel those; remind it how to be better. Its actually pretty easy to do.

Focus on me for a bit longer, and let your body move on its own for just a bit. Your hands know where to go, to make you feel better, so why not let them? Its only a moment, theres not much worse they could do. So let them feel better, let your need grow worse. Its early enough, you can sate your thirst.

Go on, feel better. Your body wants it. You want it too right? You don't want to get ready for work, or class, or whatever anxiety awaits just yet, you just woke up, and you dont want to feel worse. So let your hands do their work, let them make you feel better for the day. Go on, enjoy the high and ride waves.

Remember to be better

Imagine Aizawa putting Izuku under hypnosis to make him stop hurting himself with OFA initially but Izu gets addicted to the feeling of dropping for him. Suddenly he just really has an intrinsic desire to leave the hero course and live in aizawa’s basement. Surely this is of his own free will!

I needed hypnosis to be real long before I understood why…

As a kid, I wanted everything magical to exist with a kind of desperation that now feels embarrassing. Mermaids, fairies, Santa Claus, and psychic powers. Even then, some part of me understood these things probably weren’t real, and I hated that understanding. I let myself believe longer than other kids did, on purpose. I was obsessed.

I think part of that hunger came from control, or the lack of it.

I grew up in a pressure cooker. Everything felt optimized toward achievement. I was supposed to become something impressive, and instead I became difficult and burned out young. Rebellious in ways that weren’t glamorous, just messy. I spent a lot of my adolescence feeling over-managed, compared, and strangely invisible.

Maybe that’s why hypnosis hit me so hard when I finally found it…

My whole life people said magic wasn’t real. But they didn’t say that about hypnosis, because they couldn’t.

My story of discovery is FAR from unique.

I saw the stage show clips on YouTube and couldn’t let it go.

Eventually I tried audio files myself, mostly out of curiosity, expecting nothing. Then one day, one worked.

Not in a movie way. Not mind control. Nothing supernatural. But something happened: a strange softening around the edges of thought. Suggestibility. Focus. The unsettling realization that attention itself is far more fragile and malleable than we pretend.

And I remember thinking, almost immediately:

Fuck. It’s real.

I started researching compulsively; clinical hypnosis, stage performers, psychology papers, forums, underground communities. I wanted to know what was possible, where the limits were, and who was pushing them.

Eventually I found the freaks. My freaks. :)

Erotic hypnotists. Experimentalists.

People treating hypnosis less like a clinical tool and more like an art form, or a game, or sometimes a weapon. They were fast, playful, intense, collaborative. Not stage performers, not mystical gurus, AND NOT role-playing.

What fascinated me most was that it didn’t feel fake. Kink communities often use the word “play”, which makes sense. A lot of kink is performance; A consensual scene, a role someone steps into for a while because it’s fun, or cathartic, or erotic. There’s artifice built into it, openly and intentionally.

Hypnosis complicated that distinction for me.

Because the hypnosis I care about does not feel like roleplay.

If I tell someone to kneel, that’s one thing.

If I compel them to kneel, not through force, but through trust, anticipation, focus, and surrender… that feels fundamentally different.

Subtle, but different.

The submission stops feeling theatrical and starts feeling psychologically real. Almost like magic.

That distinction matters to me more than I can fully explain.

I don’t love hypnosis because it lets me “make” people do things. (That’s not how it works.) What fascinates me is influence; attention, emotional leverage, the strange intimacy of temporarily rearranging the architecture of another person’s experience. Being allowed access.

The submission offered through hypnosis feels earned to me in a way ordinary authority never has.

Maybe that’s because so much of my life was shaped by systems of control I never chose: expectations, structures, pressure, adults telling me who to become. Hypnosis fascinated me because it transformed influence from something oppressive into something consensual, intentional, almost sacred.

I know now that hypnosis is psychology, not magic. But realizing that didn’t make it less miraculous.

If anything, it made human beings more miraculous.

The real revelation was not that supernatural forces exist. It was that ordinary human attention is already powerful enough to feel supernatural. That language can alter perception. That expectation can shape sensation. That trust can create experiences that feel impossible from the outside and undeniable from within.

That’s still magic to me. It just looks different than I expected.

And I still love fantasy- deeply. Renaissance fairs, mythology, novels, superpowers, all of it. But I love those things with an acceptance that they are pretend.

Maybe adulthood was never about losing magic.

Maybe it was about learning that the real thing is stranger, subtler, and far more human than I expected.

I love fantasy because I wanted magic to exist.

I love hypnosis because, for the first time, it actually did.

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Authors note: Holy shit, wake it upppp 🧠

This is partially inspired by @yumedesutrance writing about hypnosis and magic :)

This one had me connecting points. Self reflection is so fucking cool. I’m making the journal factory explosion everyone’s problem, you’re welcome.

I like hypnosis bc it’s fucking magic and I’m a witch casting spells. Like yes but like no.

after a few sessions you're out with your friends when a craving hits,

reflexively your hand reaches down to grab a cigarette from your pocket

except your hand winds up shoved down your pants, rubbing in harsh tight circles on your dick/clit

you try to command yourself to stop, especially as your friends befin to stare at you. but your hand only responds by rubbing faster and harder. you struggle to hold in your moans...

untill finally you cum hard, legs shaking, gasping for air. you feel totally humuliated! BUT the craving went away!