Power, the Mind, and the Hypnotist.
●○Note: What follows isn’t trance.
It’s an autopsy of power—
how a hypnotist becomes the monster they fear.
Read with distance.
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Someone once said: Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.
Or at least… that’s what they told me.
So I started to wonder.
Does the hypnotist fall the same way?
We know people can fall from grace.
But why?
For posting a spiral online?
No. It’s never that simple.
The mind is the most complex, beautiful place in existence.
And we have a unique gift:
to learn, or to follow.
It depends which side of the metronome you’re on.
If someone is told they are the best…
Eventually, they will believe it.
That is ego.
If someone is told they are nothing but a toy in another’s hands—
again and again,
when their defenses are thin and tired—
they might believe that too.
Music warned us long before science did.
Pink Floyd’s The Wall:
teachers as enemies in disguise,
repeating the same words,
the same books,
the same perfect symmetry.
Monotony like a hammer.
Young minds shaped into one thought:
obey.
No deviation.
No difference.
Only the script.
And then…
there is that person.
They began hypnotizing to help.
To soothe pain.
To soften anxiety.
To enhance life—
perhaps even erotic life.
But something shifts.
Inductions work.
The subject responds.
And slowly, the echoes of those old songs return:
Beware the devil,
sometimes dressed in elegant silk.
A power not everyone possesses.
A temptation not everyone resists.
And so the question returns, sharper than before:
Which is more dangerous?
Giving power to someone who could shatter your mind like glass…
Or receiving that fragile glass yourself,
knowing one single gesture could break it
from end to end?
