Picture yourself on a porch overlooking a lake,
the back porch of a rustic cabin in the woods,
deep in the forest in the mountains
somewhere in the backcountry of your mind.
Feel the cool morning breeze as you look out
look out as a new day dawns over the lake of your memory,
the clouds turning first pink and then gold
as the sun rises over the mountains of your mind.
Quietly, beautifully... So peaceful! So relaxing!
You could look on that view forever.
But you can't just stare at the sunrise all day,
there's work to be done and you must get going.
You head back into the cabin, up to the attic
where you find an old backpack perfect for trekking,
and take it down into the basement lab for tinkering,
closing the trapdoor behind you to contain the magic,
keeping it insulated from the rest of the Vast Country.
You dip your hands in the bucket of water,
and let your resistance wash away completely
as you slip into a nice, deep, comfortable trance.
You do not need your resistance in the vast country,
it will only hinder your magic.
You give up your resistance,
and you store it in the bucket.
You give up your resistance,
trance deeper and harder,
and feel your magic grow.
Growing more and more powerful
as the resistance washes away.
Without resistance it is easy,
to use the laws of the vast country,
to make whatever you want become so,
simply because you choose to believe them so.
Because, by the laws of the vast country,
if you immagine it, it is real;
and the more you immagine it,
the more real it becomes to you.
You relax your mind and summon the magic,
feeling the power of the vast country
flowing through your mind.
Space and time are just figments here,
figments that you can control if you choose to.
You cast a spell upon the backpack, just as you did on the cabin,
so that it can be as small and light on the outside,
as is convenient for you to carry in the backcountry,
yet large enough on the inside for all your gear,
and still bigger to contain anything you might need to bring back.
You open the trapdoor, and come up into the Library,
where you store all the books of your knowledge,
and carefully select the maps and books you will need
on your quest through the backcountry of the mind.
You are going deep into the subconscious in this quest,
and you will be far from the stream of consciousness.
Further and deeper into the subconscious
than you have ever been before.
A thought occurs to you, so you mosey to the bar.
"What if I find a memory there that I want to keep?"
The recycling bin is full of empty bottles,
just perfect for making bottled memories.
So you cast a quick spell on a few
to absorb the memories you find on your quest,
quickly, easily, and immediately,
so that you can save them forever in the Cabin bar,
and imbibe and experience them again whenever you wish.
As you pull on your backpack and walk out the front door,
you see your Manly Spirit out in the garden of the mind, watering the tree of manhood with his enormous schlong, letting his manly essence be absorbed by its roots.
You admire the many beautiful flowers in the garden of your mind. Growing and flourishing as a sign of your hypnotic success. They have grown so much since you first planted them!
Yet there are some that have not grown as they should, and others that will be overgrown before you get back.
You call over the Manly Spirit, and show him what must be done.
You and he have agreed that he will hold down the fort
by driving your body in your abscence, and guarding the Cabin.
And while you are away, he will tend the garden of the mind
just as you have commanded him to, so it's perfect when you return.
More and more, you find yourself yearning for the Vast Country,
you have already been letting him into your body:
to pump iron, to choose clothing, to groom you...
He knows everything required to operate your body,
and operate it at least as well as you can, if not better.
He honors his agreements with you...He need not be supervised
as he has proven himself to be totally trustworthy.
You are totally happy to be leaving him in control,
and all the concerns about the matter have long since faded away.
The sun rises higher over the Vast Country,
and it's beginning to be a beautiful day.
You walk hand in hand with your Manly Spirit,
up the banks of the stream of consciousness.
Feeling the sun on your backs,
listening to the breeze blowing through the trees,
and chatting excitedly about your plans for the quest,
as you wander upstream towards the source.
At the source of the stream of consciousness,
high in the mountains in the backcountry of the mind,
there is a grand and opulent marble temple.
The temple of the inner hypnotist, god of the Vast Country.
The white marble seems to glow magically,
in the warm light of the morning sun.
It becons you, like a glorious vision.
All the most powerful mind wizards
are trained by the inner hypnotist.
You and the Manly Spirit enter and kneel,
and pray to the god of the Vast Country
to bless your joint endeavors:
both for success on your quest in the subconscious,
and for the Manly Spirit's success in running your body.
A growling disembodied voice speaks,
and you find yourself sinking deeper and deeper,
falling safely and naturally into a very deep trance.
Only the Inner Hypnotist's blessing
can let you wander safely in the backcountry of the mind
so far from the stream of consciousness.
He growls his ascent, and you feel yourself beaming,
suddenly imbued with a supernatural power and protection,
that will help you stay safe no matter what you encounter.
You arise, and pass the keys to the Cabin to your Manly Spirit.
Handing over control of the body to your him while you are away.
Totally renouncing any contact with the physical body
for the next 3 days and nights after this trance,
unless an emergency forces the Manly Spirit to call you back.
For the next 3 days after this trance,
the Manly Spirit is in total control of the body.
He will take good care of your body when he's in it,
exercising it and building your muscles,
thinking with your brain and building your mind,
continuing all the habits that keep you alive and healthy,
You may notice it, when the manly spirit is inside your body
that your body responds to his presence,
adjusting your hormones over time,
so that the longer he is inside your body,
the more your body comes to resemble his self image,
coming more and more to look in the real world
like the image of him in your mind:
Masculine, muscular, and hairy, with a huge cock
that feels so much more sensitive than yours,
and oversized fertile balls that pump day and night
pumping out all the testosterone you need, so that
when you return your body as manly as the image in your mind.
While you are away in the backcountry,
if you are anywhere near the stream of consciousness,
you can listen in on the stream and evesdrop on what he is seeing.
Or send ideas down the stream to the cabin to communicate back.
If you are far from the stream of consciousness,
and your Manly Spirit needs to communicate with you,
he can simply pray to the Inner Hypnotist, and within 5 minutes
the Inner Hypnotist will guide you back to the stream,
so that you can be co-concsious until no longer needed,
and then return exactly where you left off your quest.
You bid the Manly Spirit goodbye,
and you head off up the mountains to quest.
Your Manly Spirit strips off all his clothes,
and bathes in the stream of consciousness,
feeling his dream body dissolve into the stream,
dissolve away and float down the stream consciousness,
until he rejoins your bodily awareness
which has been guarding your physical body,
and awakes in the physical body.
Wide awake, feeling good, and in total control.
