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yo mama is so deluded by the aesthetics of media that she creates a fiction-esque narrative of change and progress through symbolic gesture in her head and in the process locks herself off from any genuine connection to her core and the people around her
It seems like one of the biggest and most common mental hangups I find in almost everyone is a failure to adapt to superseding concepts.
That's to say, sometimes, earlier on in life or in understanding of something, you will be told a simplified version of the truth, often a black and white silhouette of an idea. However, the more you learn, the more you're meant to find the shades, the blurriness, the nuances of everything. It seems like many people don't understand this, or more accurately, are never rewarded for doing this.
The issue seems to be that on a rhetorical level, the most easily transmissible ideas are those black and white statements, the ones that punch the best. Most people don't attempt to engage in concepts on a deeper level out of their own interest, so if all they are surrounded by is surface level statements, their understanding of the world will never advance beyond a surface level.
This is what happens with bigots when they are confronted with actually interacting with the people they choose to hate on a more personal level. To even speak to someone is to treat them in some way as a person, and so, while they almost never budge on anything that doesn't directly affect their life even after these sorts of learning experiences, they are forced to add shade on something they desperately want to be black and white. Obviously, many people's delusions win out even with direct contact, but still.
This also most certainly affects leftist spaces. It feels like there are two different kinds of leftist spaces, ones where the solution to differences is to put up harsh walls and outlines between everything and police those rules strictly, and the other where the solution is to let them intermix and talk it out. It's sadly difficult to simply cast away that first one, the silhouette, when it comes to politics, because even progressive groups need to consolidate together to push on a rhetorical level for cultural acceptance and systematic changes, but the internals cannot reflect this idea, because it simply isn't how anything should work. It's a defensive reaction to difference, drawing lines around yourself so everything makes clear and simple sense.
Absolutism is a philosophy for children, but that doesn't mean it's bad. It just means that we're meant to graduate from that eventually. Allow yourself to see the grey, and you might find that there's a beauty to the shading.
This is not the regular vibe of my blog, but I found this funny, so I'm just gonna post it.
So I, for a long series of reasons, have health anxiety, and it can get very severe at times. I had a day today that had several different things that raised my anxiety levels up, where the classic triggers from childhood could get a visceral reaction from me before calming down. One of them is smelling something unfamiliar, which my brain thinks is poison gas or an incoming stroke or something.
So I went to the bathroom kinda half-focused since I had been working between the bits of panic, and then a smell I've never smelled before hits my nose. This goes beyond just the immediate spike of anxiety, because I had genuinely never smelled this before. Seconds pass by slowly, I start running through the millions of ways I could and definitely will die because of this smell, and then I realize
I ate asparagus. My pee smells like asparagus. I nearly pissed myself into a panic attack.
The humor of the realization hit me so hard that most of my anxiety disappeared instantly.
your clues are too vague,,, which famous youtuber are you supposed to be
I'm no mega-viral one or one constantly discussed on tumblr or other youtube-centric communities, however, I do have an amount higher than 250,000 subscribers and I am a video essayist. I am also open about being a hypnotist now on some my extaneous social medias.
The clues are vague because I want it possible to find me but difficult to do so. Several people have found me already, and they tend to be cool. Make it too easy and some uncool people find me. C'est la vie.
Sorry for being gone for 2 days, pups, I accidentally read through the entirety of Adastra. I was basically non-functional the entire time, I could do absolutely nothing but read through the rest.
If you want an (nsfw) beautifully written sci-fi romance and political thriller, read Adastra. It's an insanely good visual novel.
Anyways, I need to fix my brain now. Seeya soon!
A lot of people seem surprised at how effective text hypnosis can be. In my opinion, it's because you need to actually read the words. I have ADHD, and so when I tried listening to audio files, those gaps between lines gave my mind ample to room to wander, but with reading, I always have something to do.
The two downsides to text hypnosis is that you can't close your eyes and that pacing is hard to get across, but I think those can be worked around.
Hello puppies, I'm curious how the two scripts and the hypnotic triggers installed have been treating you recently.
Have the triggers remained strong, have you-reread anything? Has Puppy Space stayed strong, has it helped you all be productive? If you don't wanna reply or reblog with this account, you can send me anonymous Asks just giving updates about it.
Any thoughts about the hypnosis scripts, my stories, my blog, or anything in general is appreciated. I love hearing from you all, Barks or otherwise :3
imagine you're at a crowded house party, sitting on a couch
you don't really like all of the noise, but still enjoy the feeling of being around people - so there you sit, soaking in the vibe in your own little way.
while gazing around lazily with your eyes, you slowly scan your head to the right, until, suddenly, your eyes dart to the corner of your peripheral version.
someone else has sat down on the couch.
and she's looking at you.
her head is faced mostly forward, feigning attention towards the crowd. her eyes, however, are fixed right on you - a near imperceptible grin lifting the corner of her mouth.
you almost throw your head to the left. 'why are they staring at me?' you think yourself. while you're not a stranger to being social, you're more comfortable being on the outline of attention rather than the center of it. right now, though, you're being stared at.
how long has she been there? is she still looking? obviously you can't check, it'd be even more awkward if you looked again and saw them still staring. what would she even think of you? what is she thinking of you now? why is it getting... hard to think-
you're feeling something: a light, repetitive scratch, up and down, just behind your ear. what? what's happening? why is everything getting louder? its like the vibrations in your skull are being amplified. you can hear a gentle sound- a bracelet, the hard plastic beads clacking gently against eachother, almost entirely drowned out by the music. it sounds so far away, yet so, so loud. all of the instruments have fallen away into a mush, everything except for the overpowering, repetitive drums and bass.
you feel like an antenna. all of the sounds in the room are only resonating more and more, dropping deeper and deeper with every scratch, sinking and melting and- wait-
your head jolts from the hand on the back of your head. you still feel drunk- did you even drink alcohol? so hard to remember. the feeling is starting to fade, as you hear the girl to your right.
'do you want me to stop?' she asks. oh. she was scratching your head. what? why? you can't speak. you feel frozen. you could swear that everyone was looking at you, but when you finally get yourself to look around again, the party is continuing as normal. even the music, returned to its regular volume. what's going on?-
iiits comiing back, so suddenly, feeling so dull. your head feels so heavy, the bass of the music only getting louder. the vibrations amplify in your brain, drowning out all of your thoughts, spinning and swirling and getting so heavy and-
the scratching stops.
back to normal again, kind of. you look back at her, her grin unmistakable now. did she get closer? she's staring at you still, but this time, expectantly.
does she want you to do something? it should be embarrassing how long you're staring at her confused, but she seems unwavered. clearly figuring that you don't know what's going on, she raises her hand back towards your head. you flinch a bit, and she stops. then, her hand just... stays there. it's almost positioned like a handshake, but more relaxed. an offer.
you can't stop staring.
this is all so strange, but the hand... it feels magnetic. it has gravity. this party had been nothing special until this moment, another night of watching others enjoy themselves. right now, though, you have an opportunity.
you take it.
you start to raise your hand to lead hers, but before you can, you're pulled into a strong embrace- head on her shoulder, your weight leaning against her. it feels a little awkw-
it starts again. you melt into her embrace, falling so much faster into mindlessness. consumed by the music. consumed by the scratches. consumed by vibration. resonance. you're deteriorating into bliss, every structure in your brain so effortlessly melting away. towers into dust, mountains crumbing.
she leans her head a bit forward, and whispers into your ear.
you don't know what thoughts even are anymore, you don't know what a "self" is. your mind has simply disappeared, it's presence no longer needed. you're an extension of this hand, of the person wielding it. there's nothing else you possibly could be.
how much time has passed? has it been 5 seconds? a minute? hours? it's impossible to remember where you even were, what life even was before this. maybe this is all existence really is. you don't complain. you couldn't complain if you tried. it's everything you know. how could you fight this feeling? how could you fight everything? there's nothing you'd rather be-
you wake up. there are several other partygoers on the floor, presumably passed out drunk, with blankets lazily thrown over them and pillows under their heads. nice enough, you guess. you're on the couch, given the same treatment.
you check your phone; it's 7 AM. when did you even go to sleep? you feel around to see if you have everything - wallet, keys- there's a piece of paper in your pocket, folded twice over. opening up, through the heavy creases, there's a phone number. below it is a multi-colored note reading,
"if you wanna be a Good Puppy again, call me."
just reading the phrase claws at the back of your mind, bringing back everything that happened last night.
you blush, stuffing the note in your pocket as if one of the sleeping partyers would somehow see it. shaking your head to clear it, you grab everything you need and start to head to the door.
you pause, considering everything for just a moment, before heading out to your car.
I am a hypnotist that shares anything that comes to mind about the technical aspects of hypnosis, perception, and behavior based on my own observations. I am quite skilled, and I am not humble about it.
My blog is also largely a puppy blog, as I am, to some extent, a therian. If you cannot handle that, this place is not for you.
I post about whatever I wish, but it's primarily hypnosis in some form or another.
18+.
I also make other hypnosis scripts and files and all other sorts of posts.
I also have a private Discord server, one you need to apply for in order to join. I am quite selective, so answer the best you can.
I hope you enjoy my blog.
I want to explore the idea today of entering a state of mind called Puppy Space, and let anyone who reads my scripts be able to go in and out of it at will.
...and to maybe sink into it whenever they see my posts. Maybe.
If you wish you read this, but are new to hypnosis or want for this script to be more effective, I highly suggest reading my first script here. It makes everything so much Easier.
Now, let's begin.
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The general idea of a Puppy Space is to feel Dumb, but not mindless. To feel Happy and Calm and Obedient, but to still be able to do your everyday tasks. Feeling so Happy while you do them.
Oh, and feeling the need to Bark constantly. Finding words so hard, but being able to get them out so long as you Bark enough.
I've put a few subjects into Puppy Space before (and have been in it myself) and it feels great.
When I was in that state, I felt so
Barking every time you want to speak, being able to think, but finding it so, so hard. Only being able to speak if you
enough.
Feeling so hard to think. Your thoughts slowing down, getting so, so Dumb. Focusing on my words so easily, like all of your mind is so Focused on me that everything else just shuts off. Everything just fades away.
I want you to imagine a bunch of floating bubbles, splitting and combining and growing and shrinking.
These bubbles represent your thoughts.
So if I were to just,
slowly approach one,
my claw getting ever closer,
until it
I approach another, and
So hard to think, all of your thoughts going
right as you think them.
Your thoughts popping for me, I don't even have to do it anymore.
Your thoughts just
on their own.
Any time you find yourself thinking, your mind instantly
it for me.
A Good little thoughtless Puppy.
However, there's one bubble bigger than the others, one that your mind can't quite pop on its own.
This bubble contains all of your remaining awareness. You already feel quite Dumb, but our minds love to hold on to some of it.
The more you Focus, the easier it is for your thoughts to
The easier you Focus on my words, the more real they become.
The bubble starts to grow. It starts to fill with other parts of your mind.
Your inhibitions go into the bubble. It gets a little bit bigger.
Your stresses go into the bubble. It gets bigger. So stressed, and all of that stress slipping right in, so so Easily.
Bigger.
Your fears and anxieties go into the bubble. Everything you're scared of, slips right in. The bubble gets
Every little bit of your human mind left feeding right in. It gets
...
If you're new to this, this is a state of mind where you are both highly relaxed and very Focused.
It allows me, or anyone else that brings you into it, to suggest behaviors to you. To be Commanded, as well.
For example,
You feel Dumber. See how Easy that is? You feel Dumber now.
Every time you think you're already so Dumb, but you just get Dumber again. Staring at my words so intently, and yet being so Mindless.
Such a Good Puppy.
Good Puppies should be Mindless, sometimes. You're saving all the thinking up for later, when you really need to. No need to think right now, just let me do it for you.
Like an invisible antenna is sticking right out of your silly puppy head.
Every Command is Received so Easily, sending waves through your entire skull. My words have so much power over you, because you Love to Receive them. You love it too much. You need to let my words in.
However, being this Mindless isn't very practical for long, long periods of time.
It feels so good to just Sink like this, but so many puppies are just so busy. Little chores, big tasks, your paws and puppy mind feeling so exhausted from all of it.
Like this, though, so Mindless and Obedient and Receptive, you feel so, so
I want to give you a gift for reading this post.
I want to let you enter a state of mind that lets you be so
while going throughout your every day life. Making chores and little tasks so Easy to do, feeling so Happy doing them.
Making your thoughts
But not so much that you can't do anything.
To be able to speak, but to find it so, so hard. Like a molasses that covers your mind, every little word gets so easily consumed by it. The words just disappear, All Gone.
However, every time you
those words get just a little easier to say. The molasses clears for just a moment, blown away by the force of the Bark, only to seep back in eventually.
You need to Bark several times to get out a sentence, but with enough effort, you can do it.
You feel that bubble filling up again.
There's not much left in that little puppy brain of yours, but still fills up a bit anyways.
Filling up with even more little bits of your mind, things you didn't even know could be popped away.
Filling with everything except for your focus on my words.
Getting so Big, Bigger and Bigger, so Fragile.
Bigger, and
...
Occasionally, you will need to come back to this post, to reinforce the triggers. Or to me directly.
Entering Puppy Space on the count of 5.
...
Hello, puppy. Do you feel nice? Of course you do, that's what puppies do. They feel so
You're Adorable, you know that?
You can feel like this every single time you read my words, every time you see my posts. If you'd like, you can follow my blog for more puppy, hypnosis, and me-related ramblings.
I'd also love to see you Bark for me. Reblog this post, Barking your little mind away. Maybe try typing about how it felt, only so long as you Bark enough to form words while doing it.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy yourself, Puppy.
I hope to see you more in the future.
Do you have any tips for writing hypnosis scenes/ scripts? I’ve been trying to improve my writing and you really nailed what I’m going for
The thing that makes hypnosis writing effective for me is descriptive writing. Honestly, it's not very different from normal fiction writing in that sense. You wanna have the reader need as little brain power to bridge that gap between what you're saying and what they're imagining. Think about the senses they would feel, the power and push and pull of the forces in their head, how they might start to drift off and need to be told to focus again. Sensory writing, appealing to sight, sound, smells, anything that lets someone believe the things you're saying is what really makes hypnosis effective.
In terms of effectiveness for triggers, you need very solid communication. That's to say, describe exactly what they are going to feel, how strong they will feel it, what senses they will experience and how. The stronger you want a trigger to work, the more time you need to build it up. Bring the tension and expectation in their mind higher and higher until their subconscious is practically begging for it. At that point, their mind will do the rest for you.
Hello. There's a fun little visualization and focus exercise you can do to feel a bit more fluffy/fuzzy for a bit, if you'd like to follow along, but read slowly and in a private environment (preferably lying down). Focus on my words and read them carefully, as if you're listening to someone speak them.
In fact, I'd like to teach you something neat about focus.
Us creatures have quite a powerful sense of focus, however, most of the time, it's distributed to everything around us at once. We need to focus on our surroundings, our task in front of us, the music we're listening to, the senses we're feeling, and on and on. However, there are times where our focus gets directed entirely on just one thing.
Most of the time, the word we have for this is "immersion". Those times where everything around you seems to disappear and you find yourself lost in some world. In those moments, nearly your entire mind is focused on just one thing. As a result, you feel the things you're immersed into quite strongly.
Focus on your right hand. See how easy that is? Suddenly, you can isolate that specific part of your body very, very easily.
Focus on your left foot.
Your neck.
Your hair.
Your left forearm.
Both of your calves.
All of your fingers and toes.
Now just your pinky fingers.
Not only is our focus quite powerful, but it can be directed, not just you, but by others. This is a concept used in many things, but among them is meditation, guided meditation, hypnosis, and self-hypnosis.
What you may find interesting about hypnosis, specifically, is that one of the best ways to direct that focus is through visualization.
Your brain is where the magic happens. If you read my words, and if you focus on your mind, you might find that it's hard to think your own thoughts while you're reading something. I've been guiding your focus for so long already that it is very, very easy to focus on my words.
With this newfound focus, it's quite easy to let my words relax you. Let's, for example, imagine that your body is turning into liquid.
Focus on your feet and calves.
You notice that they feel quite tired. They're so used to being flexed, being tense, but you have no need for that right now. Focus on the muscles in your calves. Feel them melt, a bit. So long as you're following what I say, you're doing it correctly. The tension you are so used to easily relaxes, and relaxes, and relaxes. It melts more and more.
Focus on your thighs.
The liquid seems to be spreading upwards. Your thighs relax effortlessly. They melt, and melt, and melt. So effortless.
With every bit of tension that disappears, feel your focus on my words only get more intense.
Focus on your hips, and stomach. They relax even easier than your legs. They melt so easily.
The feeling spreads up through your chest to your shoulders. They melt so easily. Like gravity is simply pulling all of the tension right out.
Every part of your mind and body is directed to me.
The feeling spreads to your arms, normally so active. Its so tiring to move them around all day. Feel them melt for me. Everything below the neck is turning into a melted, gooey mass.
Focus on your hands. You will need these to scroll. They move automatically whenever you need to scroll further, and every time you do so is just more proof that you want to focus on my words.
You only get more and more fixated on my every word.
All of this focus can be a lot for your brain to handle. Your brain feels dense, heavy from all of your focus being pushed up, up to the top of your body. Don't you feel so heavy? You'll find that you can hardly keep your head up the more you read, holding it just high enough to keep reading. It's all you want to do right now. Your focus is mine.
With all this pressure on your brain, it may start to feel very, very tired. Being so, so focused on me is a lot on your mind. You might feel that liquid creep up, up into your head. It rises up through the neck, up through the bottom of your skull, filling higher and higher and higher, up up and up until it has finally filled your skull completely, It's surrounding your mind.
This liquid seems to melt everything it touches. Normally, your mind would be strong enough to protect itself, but it seems too preoccupied on me. The liquid starts to find it's way in.
The walls of your brain soften, the wrinkles so easily disappearing. The liquid seeps in through every tiny crack, and your brain gets heavier and heavier. So heavy. Your thoughts can't seem to stay together. Some try to pop up, but they're already surrounded. They melt so easily. All of your thoughts melt so easily.
Focus on how hard it is to think.
Focus on how heavy you feel.
Focus on my every word completely and absolutely.
The next time I say the word "Melt", your mind will be completely gone. Your heaviness will double, and your focus will grow even stronger. Your entire being will devote itself to my words.
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This is a mental state called trance. It feels nice, doesn't it? So hard to think. You don't want to think. So dumb. You love that.
You began reading this to be a puppy, a dumb little puppy. That's adorable.
Bark for me, in your head or out loud.
Good puppy.
You were so eager to feel this way, so fuzzyminded. Your brain is just a big pile of fuzz, just like the rest of you. Too fuzzy to think anything but puppy thoughts.
Bark again.
Good puppy.
Every time you bark, your mind just gets fuzzier and happier.
Bark.
Good puppy.
Every time you're told "Good puppy." you feel so happy, so so happy that you're following orders. Every time you hear it, you feel your ears perk up and feel so, so happy and so, so dumb.
It can be from me, from your owner, or from anyone you trust.
Bark.
Good puppy.
And just like that, you're trained.
Bark.
Good puppy.
You just wanna bark your mind away.
Bark.
Bark.
Bark.
Good puppies follow orders from their owners. it's what puppies do. You want to be a Good Puppy, right? Of course you do.
Bark your mind away.
Good puppy.
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I will bring you back up from trance in a moment, but you are allowed to stop reading here for as long as you wish. You can leave here and will eventually rise out of trance, but slowly. You'll feel happy and very very dumb. If you have an owner, you'll message them and act like the cute puppy you are. Or, you can just lie down and live in this feeling. Once you're ready to come back up, read ahead.
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Focus is quite easy to return to normal. In fact, it's natural. I will count up from the numbers 1 to 10, and return every bit of your mind and body back to you. Once I say "Wake Up", you will feel completely returned to normal. Let's begin.
Feel your brain begin to reform, thoughts becoming possible again.
Feel your mind solidify, able to think now, but finding it very hard.
Feel your body start to solidify again, feeling your muscles return to normal.
The liquid drains out of your mind, giving your thoughts some room to breathe and connect, and making your brain feel lighter.
You find it easy to move your legs again. Move them.
You find it even easier to move your stomach, chest, and shoulders.
You're becoming more and more aware of your surroundings.
Your arms become easy and light to move.
Mind speeding up, up, and up. Feeling happy and refreshed. Your head becoming so, so light.
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Welcome back. I hope that was both fun and informative. This was a bit of an experiment, so I am genuinely curious if it was effective. If it's not too much to ask, perhaps reblog this with a comment on how it felt. Or just bark, puppy. I'd be happy either way.
I do hypnosis stuff, puppy stuff, and anything else I wish. Follow if you're interested.
Regardless, have a nice day.
Update: I have two new scripts currently.
Enjoy~
I'm a relatively large video essayist (you'll just have to trust me here) and if there is one single thing that is the biggest (though absolutely not perfect) indicator that a video essayist is either incompetent or malicious: overpolished editing.
Video essays, in comparison to a lot of other youtube video genres, is focused far more on what is being said than what is being shown. The actual video substance is the ideas being presented, and while plenty of people with simplistic editing are very bad at making essays, people with overly complicated and flashy graphics are placing as much if not more weight on the video instead of the essay.
I think the closest medium to compare it to is music videos. Most times, the music is made first, and then a video for it is crafted in a process separated from the song (or at least not compromising the song in order to make it). When the video is the most appealing part of a music video, that person's art form isn't really music. Their art form is music videos.
When the auxiliary aspect of an art medium is given too much weight, it is often a way to compensate for something. There are obviously exceptions, but the exceptions (like hbomberguy, Philosophy Tube, etc) take months and months to release new material, because while a lot of effort is put into editing and presentation, everything else has far more effort put into it in comparison. That aspect of the medium is risen up by consequence of everything else rising. They also actually have good artistic taste and attention to detail instead of just putting a vignette while tilting and zooming in on text but y'know whatever
Some actual examples of what I'm talking about if you wanna get what I mean:
Moon SunnyV2 Louaista Turkey Tom
Oh also from personal experience, nearly every single youtube drama video essayist talks like a tech bro entrepreneur and the second coming of Jeff Bezos. Never meet youtubers, 90% of them suck.
One thing I really love about hypnosis is when it feels like it's permeating. Like, I can shake my head and clear it of trance for a moment, but the feeling just starts to seep in. It doesn't need to overtake or overpower me, it can simply slip through the seams of my mind.
It starts to fill in the space between my thoughts, feeling a heaviness from the new density present. It makes my thoughts heavy. The air between them is gone, filled by something new, and I need to cut through the trance to reach each one.
Its easy to do, but every time I do it, it simply comes back. And why would I even fight it? Obviously it's a nice feeling. Once my brain is fully filled, feeling heavier and heavier, my thoughts themselves start to be absorbed by the feeling. They dissolve. The connections between my thoughts start to disappear, the thoughts themselves dissolving, turning into liquid, dissappearing into the new heaviness. New thoughts pop up only to dissolve moments later, and the more I think the denser the feeling gets. Heavier and heavier.
Trying to fight back only cuts away a bit of it, swatting at the new air, the new density, only to be filled back in soon after. I'm fighting something that feels perfect and natural, and it feels so frivolous. And I only get heavier and heavier.
Too heavy to think. The process of becoming hypnotized is just as lovely as whats possible to do when you're finally under. The feeling of an everpresent force assimilating your thoughts is very compelling to me.
