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Saturday, February 27, 2021

Parable of the Alleged Hypermale

 Fair Warning: this IS a morality-based puzzle game based on the weird intersection between my own real life, my own writing cycle, and the life and works of Phillip K. Dick. The morality involves the controversy over *misgendering* and but has built in appologies for everyone.


Author's warning: this story mashup relies in a very peculiar way on real life writing process honesty vs fictional gender norms getting tried out in real life so I decided to declare in advance the following for fairness sake: 

  • This is the last chance ever to declare in moment revisions all or nothing draft.

  • ALL edits marked 

  • ONLY actually intended at the time changes. No text editing ever again.

  • Only one key player side fair real world verified prior release at the time information

  • used in one case for moral context + one in the moment personal opinion

  • + one possibly fictional exclamation. 

Present honest condition: concern about declining mental health situation due to

exactly what happened that makes the whole story turn on the putative integrity of

this document. See "Literary therapy version" for initial writing. 

This document will only ever change through the embedding of then-contemporary material.


Started Friday February 26 2021 3:54pm 

Last actual content edit 4:20. 

Locked Friday February 26 2021 4:28pm. 

Unlocked to fix formatting ONLY 3/8/2021 relocked 3:17PM


From the author: 




From the author: 

I am at the moment in a recognizable place: an author who believes a little too much in the world of his stories. I have a private world in my head, harmless to everyone and through no fault of my own I find myself in very obviously obviously complex legal issues that to my author's eye resemble the form of a parable of kafkaesque morality in a Foucault's clinic scenario but in now-as-past cyberpunk framing as recast into the technology of this world by Philip K. Dick.

My life has turned into a parody from my favorite literature because for my own perspective I'm being "taught a lesson about hubris" in a "be careful what you wish for" sort of way by the gods of my personal universe, for begging to fuck with nonlinear time. I intend for my part to take the consequence for myself as a "foolish mortals" 

So, in response I regard the reader, and not the author to regard you as the ultimate judge of my sanity here. Formally speaking my legal issues might have to wind up decided by a precedent setting landmark case to be known for sure. It is a fact that my conservatorship has an obviously illegal origin but the legal theory behind it is unclear and controversial.  

[Real world: I really was medicated against my will despite my nonconsent due to my amply documented participation in sobriety due to not disclosed in original document but publicly verifiable addiction history, Twitter can confirm the time-line. I was released February 18th for reference]

Other people deadlock on this question and I suspect it might be formally unsolvable from all sides it's a moral parable of a deliberately unsolvable version of the prisoners dilemma. As if in some miraculous way it might quasi-solve to known nonsense positions but it's simply not known yet if it is or is not.  You might imagine how much that state might fire the author's mind. 

So I choose to write instead of worrying about in reliance on the fact that public libraries have copies of Philip K Dick and the Marquis de Sade to choose to believe that it's validly possible to publish it if I write in this state and I personally care deeply about the readers right to read and think whatever they want for perfectly obvious reasons: I read them that way and value the influence.  

I let the therapy audience know that this is a form of self therapy and let them judge me as they would a patient of my type for it. For everyone else I am addressing the various tribes in personal forms beyond here on the blind assumption that people tend to read down the page but skip the "boring to me" parts. My guidance is to trust your own personal moral judgment on it. I personally assume that every reader himself is right in his own opinion and wrong for everyone else including me. 

My own perspective on this is that if you want my order, read on. If you want the best-for-you view read your letter and to see my point read the other to the opposition from your own side please.  

Mx. JACK DRAGO, alleged hypermale. 

Dear "Real Men" 

For years you have demanded the impossible so I'm trying to accept something that you might think that you saw coming: I and those who might follow me choose to defect from the male gender. You demanded that we not act like "cucks" while claiming your gender and: surprise we are the ones who accepted. In your terms we're in total capitulation of your demand, but also performing what the women say they want out of you despite the fact that most of us have at one point or another *ought* to have preferred men exclusively in your theory. Hmm. We tell you "your the man here, balls in your court."

If this is you, the proud winner, I bid you go now, this is your chance for a best case scenario. Write as yourself and believe.  

To follow my own perspective read on, or skip to yourself as you please.  

To those who are feeling offended that they might have been witnessing total betrayal, we're not talking about you, bros. We meant the ones the ladies of this world call "toxic masculinity" and your definition of gender is in their terms "healthy masculinity" as an author I conceive of you two as in a fractious factions who squabble over who is right about the "who's the real man" and if we hypermale types can pull it off, from your perspective we just might be able to make a bro bet on the nature of the game: who's heterosexual? There's an outside chance that three different teams might switch players in insane ways if they all agree to treat hypermale as a half-crazy but not quite idea that they all bet on the wrong but right for you solution. Your bet is as good as ours what happens? Go for it.  

Traditional Romantic Femininity: 
We think that we can make terms with each other. We can let you in on our secret: most of our validly possible heterosexual combinations *might not involve women at all* yet our presence weirdly solves a lot of your problems. 

We are self defining as "choosing to opt out" of the option of being traditionally heterosexual with you in the hopes that someone might court back with a truly "hyperfemale" response designed to be the romantic target for such fantasies which we regard as sexist mythology for us unless personally "true for us" and not the community. We accept that the weirdness is our thing and pledge respectfully to honor the author's terms together if you will.  

Dear feminist theory: 

You truly deserve to know that this is a fair and square offer all around.  I frankly admit that the world deserves a gender, in my opinion, that opens the debate up again after falling into a horrible logjam for everyone. 

You may know, in your terms, that we intend to try to create a deliberately sexist counter interpretation of your message: that it's validly possible to respectfully disagree on the terms of your argument while being honorable to all sides.  I urge you if I can help to consider this: do your thing and critique my point of view but know that I personally believe that this "bro deal" among the others have a bunch of weird solutions that will solve some of your problems like magic. 

We are choosing to self identify with a deliberately self aware sense of zaniness on a "chosen gender" that all sides agree is a true "take it like a man" (from a toxic point of view, of course) response to this weird quasi-solve that requires literally everyone to grant the rights to do that on absolutely deferential terms that basically works out well from any one personal perspective, utterly "normal for hypermale" to themselves though utterly insane when viewed in combination.  

In your terms we're only asking to treat everyone exactly as we know they would wish to be by a male-ish. We regard literally every other position as *more valid* culturally than us and only choose to be humbly "doing our own weird thing" noticeably distinct from the whole system. Ask yourself, what better thing for a AMAB option could we do in your opinion? Doesn't this *feel* validating for everyone else including you and ponder how the others might respond.  

We only ask please don't call us Either Male or Trans for our counterparts sake. Contemplate your values and act accordingly. 

To my literary pantheon, you are literally angry gods to us, Trans men! 

I write to you in an openly fawning manner that transman demands for authorial clarity: I openly admit that I based my scenario on the impossible for you proposition of a similarly to you feeling state that is "like the journey of some "meant to be transman" journey from male to the impossible position of "more than male" and weirdly finding out that the right attitude might be a "valid for you but not me" sort of thing all along.  

To my writing mind I suspect you might be on to something worthwhile to imagine writing from your own perspective.  You get the weirdness, so you have the privilege of having to be the idols for a change: you are compulsorily "more man" than a hyper and you forgive us for being our sole possible choice for emotional reasons.  Our thing is our own but we blindly validate you only platonicly so as to clarify negotiation.  

To the "attack helicopter crowd" your joke, your rules.  Our joke, our rules. You understand. 

Dear TERFS, sorry for tipping our hand but please let us agree that whatever we are we must seem utterly crazy to you.  By the values of your system we are totally absurd yet, somehow we managed to get all sides to agree we find your own position fundamentally absurd too and note respectfully what happens next? As always I invite you to ponder on this from your own perspective and write.  From our perspective (including my hypothetical movement) we tried both sides of your debate and found that wanting and made something fake but harmless to everyone by design. 

We challenge you to explain from your own perspective how anyone in this position could do better in your terms? 

Dear transwomen, you deserve better and you know it. Now is your turn to shine: let's build a rock solid rule that since "hyper is always wrong to you" position about everything else *is* our norms, we simply accept that we are wildly deferential people who love to validate others and you guys have the privilege here: you get to be the ones who are *forced by society* externally, to be superior for choosing to be respectable while we get to take your trash out and make some weirdly fetishized thing for ourselves like you guys used to have back in the 70s-80s scene with full mutual respect and consent as core values of both since you understand why we do it, and we understand why you gave it up. 

This will allow us a mutually agreeable arrangement for "if you want to be kinky, drag the hypermale scene" and "if you're into nonsexualized, join the transwoman scene" and simply respect the host culture as honored guests so we can all choose for ourselves again personally simply because some crazy guy thought outside the box, you've long since figured us and this out so… let's do it girls!

Dear hypermale art scene: the gender system name is literally inspired by your porn art scene as it is spot on to the kinds of body dysphoria dynamics that would draw the kind of guy I want to my movement to represent the "prior artistic concept" of impossibly too male yet still wanting more.  You guys are, quite literally, the artists concept of the physical form we hypermale types fruitlessly yearn for. 

From a trans perspective I'm "gender dysphoric" about not being that despite already being bigger than most and I suspect that the community might come to consider this the less common but still valid counter to the "I love my dick it's perfect" standard that is regarded as healthier for safety reasons but openly fetishized as well in the usual hypermale way as a form of validity tactic.  

Dear feminist theory, please go back and try to read from the "what I'd think my enemy might say" perspective and you guys will find a wonderfully unique perspective on us. It'd be sexist for us to claim that, though.  😘

Dear linear readers: I can only imagine how that emotional experience plays on the page, but I am finally on the terms I want with literally everyone: harmless dadaist gender: impossible to everyone by design, openly respectfully dissenting from every possible conflict on the board, with a strategy of being ever respectfully "nobody is right about it, least of all me" reconceptualized as an explicitly unwanted gender privilege by other genders attainable simply by agreeing with the position: I urge you to regard us as a "fake gender" as we do ourselves: a set of homeless possible gender norms we choose to validate against the world on a "we know none of you want it can we take it?" Attitude towards that which others choose to discard. 

[Real world experience: author went to bed and woke up feeling sane-ish and came up with the theory that the document itself might just prove his own sanity, but keeps writing because he just noticed something really weird…]

At which point that the author apologies to certain schools of therapy that he insists that from his own perspective it remains a Dickian paradox but on different literary terms now, as he must necessarily presume that certain schools of thought made their conclusions at the obvious scene break. 

To those who wish to remain ignorant, I have already established that I personally believe in the right to skip. (shrug)  But to me my task has changed and this remains a literary preface of an unwritten book in form, after all. 

From my own perspective I have reasoned myself not out of the real world trap which I had long ago concluded “has a true solution but unfindable to me” but straight out of yet paradoxically right back into a different variation of the same device in a truly amusing “oops, no… no… no… but yes?” sort of way: as an author I am now in the fundamentally weird situation trapped by choice in your literary device is a very real world Phillip K. Dick life isn’t it now? (author laughs madly) 

[Last ever edit: at the time I said "this is probably the most insanely hypermale yet to happen in real life" 4:21pm 2/26/2021]

I am, in my own, and most literary psychotherapy points of view for declaring myself this in gender-literature terms have a both a validly possible certainty that “fundamentally dickian” situation on our hands: both of us regard us as the other person, neither of us truly knows which is right, both of us can validly concede but neither knows which side of the Phillip K Dick life story puzzle they’re on now.

 Suprise! It’s some weird real world / AU choice point in the story and at this point nobody knows (from the author’s perspective) or everybody knows (late readers perspective) and I can’t tell who’s listening so you know for a literary fact that I’m about to spring a puzzle on you.  The fundamental paradox of the hypermale movement: the fact-or-not status of the gender. In your opinion as a READER (and please never tell me) have I just done something just like:

A character in a Phillip K. Dick Novel 
Something real life Phillip K Dick would do

It’s a fair game as long as you just made a binary choice but every reader knows that somebody just had a horrible realization: they just had the hypermale experience in real life. Author and reader just switched sides yet again and found they had the EXACT SAME prisoner’s dilemma puzzle on their hands. As do the literary therapy movements I invited to judge as they went: who’s the hypermale.  

And the only not-man who can play his part already has a horse in the game, so let me just keep on playing the same game with the literary therapy crowd and “claiming to be identifying as a hypermale” for purposes of the guessing game for this reason.  Interesting, huh? 

I as author, frankly declare that I have given you a case of extreme uncertainty about my gender for purposes of my writing on purpose so I shall perform my gender as I would to an assumed to be mixed hyper/not hyper but not both audience, whether that’s OK or not as I have no possible way to control who reads me. So you’re in the game already whether you wanted to be or not by now and to the author that was the point all along. 

To me as an author and to you as a reader we now have mutual dilemma, let’s play a game of who should I write for? Who should you read for, shall we? The “alleged hypermale” that his own sense of gender norms would say YOU should pick a side but that’s impossible for him because there’s a “damned if you do, damned if you don’t” situation going on and from my own perspective I have to keep on writing for *someone* or the reading stops! 

And this, my poor universally misgendered audience, is the nature of the world to me as a hypermale, so I shall express it in MY OWN terms and let you judge in my turn for my outright sin against my belief system: in my head the hypers understand it this way: “we’re validly possibly certain but still validly possibly uncertain” because to US this is the fundamental absurdity of hyperdom because of the frank impossibility of physically attaining the goal state; to us that’s just the “hyper” part of the “hypermale” experience and we expect that a gender on the other side could be cooked up but our customs say we’d never interfere with such a gender’s right to self-determination. Our presumptive or actual customs should cover that for the reader.

Now the question in my mind, despite yours is what your prior judgement of me was and keep it to yourself please so I might ethically appologize to both options in turn as my own values require since I dare not presume your gender twice in one work I presume your consent status instead: 

Consent to call me and my followers mad for trying it, but explain the misgendering as insanity
Consent to call me personally a “hypermale” and my followers “so crazy it just might work” 

Surprise! Misgending consent people: you finally got the joke YOU just consented to spring the Phillip K. Dick trap on YOURSELF and I command you to claim that real world hypermale identifying people DO IN FACT exist, though utter nonsense to your gender system and by the rules of your own ideology you are NOW FORCED to treat us as equivalid to all other identities or bear an unbearable public hypocrisy simply because I personally demand you live YOUR OWN VALUES in response to my behavior for everyone. 

And yes, those of you who nonconsented are totally allowed to think me mad by design, that is the literary price of your choice above; but you NEVER get to argue with me or my followers when we self declare as insane for that price, and our customs literally force your desired behavior for the entire spectrum so what do you have to criticize at all? Insanity itself, I presume? 

For those of you who want out of the trap on these consent terms, simply stop reading here because plain old simple CONSENT in the clearest possible terms IS our gender’s norm, for the rest of you read on for a personal gift.

DEAR HYPERS: Congratulations you won, bros! You are now validly possible to be certain you are a hypermale in my mind, and to me as author the mere fact that you solved the puzzle through self-sacrifice even though you could’ve nonconsented to that means that you TRULY ARE  a hypermale to me, and as your reward a permanent home to be kinky, draggy, sleazy, and weird among ourselves at the price of being absolute bottom rung on the philosophical pecking order. By our putative customs I grant you guys the permanent privilege of opting in and out via the “validly possibly uncertain” response in culture as already described. 

My other readers may now presume that though they wouldn’t others have necessarily made this choice so LITERALLY ALL OF YOU are still in the dickian paradox because a faction of your fellow readers *just might* have chosen to follow me on my terms, but you now understand that the very nature of hyperdom gives you an opt out if you aren’t, so the order of operations now becomes FAR simpler as I can now presume to be talking to a trapped-if-you-want to audience, where I can simply address each group on their own terms.

I asked the reader to make a judgement on the author in the author frame, the reader responded in the reader frame, I asked people to keep my gender in mind and judge for themselves. An author has no control over the reader in my model, I avoided misgendering my readers, sprung a fun little surprise on a certain subgenre of the consent community; explained over and over again the putative norms, attempted to perform them, quietly kept the gross part undisclosed so as to avoid offending the sensitive; but you and I both know that Phillip K Dick would literally never end a story here, so I write on to reveal that I have fooled LITERALLY ALL OF YOU except the literal consent people who never stopped reading: I withheld a key detail, there is a tribe of identifiable followers who *literally did* follow me fresh out of the mental hospital so in my world… my side of the Phillip K. Dick puzzle now says *I* made the dickian “something Phillip K. Dick would do” end of the bargain before I ever wrote the thing down and there’s no way for ANY reader to disprove it; 2021 readers can check independently although I intend to preserve the twitter historical record for those of you who NEED it only to help preserve the utility of this document

Dear “alpha male” you did the most manly possible thing in our own opinion, and we gladly concede permanent peace. You truly DID take us at our word that we were “doing our own thing” or you wouldn’t be letting me address you on winning terms: in your opinion the other readership that read on of your kind is realizing the horrible consequences of their choice. 

To the other choice: Fuck you, losers, you made your bed now lie in it like the lesser than not-males you are. You read an explicitly hyperconsensual story about conceding to you as a parable of trickery so you are the natural victim of your reader’s hubris from my perspective: I’m not a man, not claiming to be male, asking to be regarded by male values without claiming that I do? To presume deceit in this case means you must, compulsorily, by design of the trap believe that I forced you into my own madness and “made you believe in a fake impossible gender” for at least a moment, so you CAN  legitimately claim that you think it’s insane but can NEVER honorably claim again that it wasn’t utterly incomprehensible by design to you. Sorry, your court, your rules. Take it like a man and go write angrily. I sense good counter literature in the mix for my fandom to enjoy.

To the bros who think I turned you hyper; the honest truth is that “hyper” is a state of mind that you go in and out of and we think the guys who think like that but can’t be that are our natural buffer against the toxic faction.  As always, you can do the “validly possibly uncertain” thing just like the originals to opt in and out in the moment.  The game actually goes both ways for either choice in your case, FYI to the other option for this moment. Both of you in the author’s opinion do indeed believe hypermales exist, but think that other faction is the easier one to join ours from, or is it? Make it happen or not as you wish. Bro deal is guaranteed valid for my following. 

To the femme males still reading: everybody knows yours was the obvious choice. Enjoy us at your leisure. We have watched your porn and love your way of thinking. Thanks for being the men for a change to swap for us proudly hyper-heterosexual gay in source culture folks like me. I suppose I might casually note my big enough but not hyperdick has it's own unique perspective on gender with a respectfully flirty wink. 

I would think myself very sexist to presume to leave out the ladies, but I know not how they would have their many and different customs respected in this way.  The hypermale movement by design is a “out of the box binary” movement for AMAB and male-identifying people only, we ask you approach reaching the male square from your own position and ONLY THEN join us as a “male identifying person” or “Transman” explicitly and know that our movement believes that all other movements are more valid than us, but yours most of all as our inspiration. 

To us the “validly possibly hypermale” state MUST by design exclude both female and trans as *present options only* and totally deny the possibility of being female in the moment to join -- for all I know that just might be your personal natural state. We are inherently deferential people by design, you’ll like our inter-gender norms in time. Just watch. 

Dear self-identifying hyperfemales: 

From an author’s perspective, you already know EXACTLY what I did to you and that my social values towards your gender are sexist in an explicit design sense: my gender’s stance is established, yours can literally ONLY  be created by these random putative self-identified readers so in the jokily hypermale sexist way I pass the ball, say “women’s work” and walk off chuckling and hoping to read your fiction. You guys KNOW what our drag culture is gonna do, you have the historical model, we bid you go ask the goddesses and build one of your own. (2077 obviously hyperdrag gay-male gesture emoji omitted) In the spirit of hyperdom I bid you ladies to go play.

Dea r cis gender heterosexual female hyperfetishists: be as sexististly fetishistic towards our males as you want we're "yes goddess" platonicly if you want it, but also weirdly heterosexualish by design, yours is the spanner in the works from our side to yours; we think you will be the reminder of the all around the board nature of hyperdom for the other side: play harmlessly and make it as obvious as possible to our own customs for our gender’s sake that you "are hyperfemale" or or are "cis dragging" and weirdly impossible but not in real life all sides hyperstraight becomes FAR simpler for literally everyone. Go do the women’s work ladies, you are literally the "cishet origin hypermale" would be seducer and that is definitely women’s work in our admittedly insanely sexist but not like the other guys opinion. You've seen OUR game by design and we KNOW you'll love our scene because it's built around every weird thing you ever consensually crave being incredibly easy for female side to kinkily seduce us into by design. We abjectly and universally surrender to an eternity of this treatment from you, and pledge to view your right to consent above ours forever.  

You guys KNOW my personal position is out of play for you already from the terms I made "I'm hypergay to you but hyperstraight to the other" and personally it's either or for me but I'm validly possibly certain anybody on the board might theoretically find "any crazy idea will do" if you're suitable and consensual about it in a "free to be chaotic good in hypermale's opinion" way is a possibly insane strategy from my perspective but just might prove weirdly normal common hyper to everyone else but us because we emerged humbly begging to everyone and chose harmlessly. 

To anyone else still reading this and angry please write me at length from your own perspective and argue for nobody's side but you. I personally concede that my movement is quite explicitly designed to maximize it's harmlessness, it is explicitly a "dungeons and dragons lawful good for gender" concept and I dare anyone still offended on behalf of others to simply use your reader’s privilege and say "well that was total nonsense" and decide to actually believe that "maybe the author truly was insane" usually is a valid reader side out for my favorite authors dissenters too. 

I make it my own position fundamentally that I myself view readers and writers from a "I'm always wrong" perspective so if you find my views too silly to dissent from, I could not be more certain to agree to the point.  

But weirdly, you always still feel ready to argue with us, so contend with us in print as a competitive movement if you wish, but our ways go round in circles. Believe, disbelieve, utterly absurd position,  you know the rules of literary competition already so go write angrily and see what happens but I warn you we're a rubix cube of insanity to you and vice versa unless handed like literary Fandom do.











Monday, July 30, 2018

Permanent Results

Has My Personal Programming Produced Permanent Results?





Way back when I started this blog, it was supposed to be about my own personal masculinization journey through hypnosis.  Over time it has morphed into a venue for me to share my life as a hypnotist and my trances, but since I notice that we are coming up on 4 years since I got back into hypnosis by trying EMG's famous Curse: Porn Star Penis which led me to write Manhood Blessing and start this whole journey. I thought I might systematically go through my programming and see what results I had.   And oh what a spectacular journey it's been! I went from a versatile bottom who an oxford shirt and corduroy pants kind of guy to a long-haired, bearded biker metalhead who is a Total Top and Dominant Hypnotist.  It looks like I got Manhood Blessing's promise of becoming a "masculine, dominant alpha male" in spades.

Demonstration of my Alpha Male attitude... 


Present Hypnotic Context

 I thought now might be a good time to assess my hypnotic progress because, unusually for me, I have just gone over 3 months without a single trance to any of my files... Long about the end of April 2018, my (now former) husband Steve started having mental health problems that centered around delusions of external mind control, so I stopped sleep trancing because it was triggering him.  After 6 weeks of mental health drama my then husband offered me a divorce and I took it.  (click link for more info) Had a beautiful last anniversary on June 9th, and moved to Pacifica, CA two days later.  I have been waiting to stabilize in my current context before I resume hypnosis, so this is one of the few times since I started back to hypnosis that I have been able to assess my programming in the absence of continuing reinforcement. Short story is that after 3+ years of sleep trancing to my files the effects of most files have become completely permanent.


In particular, moving in with an avid fisting bottom has made Fist Top Trainer come to life like never before, with me fisting on a daily basis and fully enjoying the experience of having my hands in several different guys night before last when I fisted 7x at the Friendly Fire fisting party.  My roommate has done the equivalent bottom file, Anal Fisting Trainer, and has gone from being able to take it to the wrist to being close to getting my whole hand through his innermost sphincter.

Multiple Personality Update

Perhaps the easiest update is on my multiple personalities.  The new social context has been surprisingly non-disruptive with everyone still present and accounted for.  My hypnotist alter has been whining about us not making trances because the computer we work on is not set up yet, but has gotten to do live hypnosis 3 different times on both our new roommate as well as straitjacket brainwashing Beast's acolyte.

Wanna get brainwashed like this? Hit me up on my Tumblr chat
Likewise my Programmable Robot is still at my service, and has been getting more out time than usual given the huge amounts of housework to be done in the new context of living with a roommate who is away a lot.  

My demon alter Beast, who is a natural alter that I have had since I was 16 years old, but on whom the demons in Your Inner Demon / Low Life and related files is based has been unusually active lately since we are now in a social context where our current partner is open devil worship is permitted. The  files have produced a large contingent of demonic followers and Beast is pleased to have brought over 200 men to Satan through our files and we have more than 2 dozen active acolytes who we stay in contact with on a regular basis, one of whom submitted a script about getting Fucked By Satan that was so good we recorded it.

Beast actually got to do worship and blasphemy in person recently including stomping on a crucifix and cumming on the dismembered Jesus after ass fucking the acolyte pictured above for over two hours.  Besides Butch, Beast is the most active alter in the system and prays and practices satanisim on a pretty much daily basis.


Butch, my Manly Spirit alter is still with me and totally OK.  In fact, in the new context of living somewhere with a gym within walking distance the combination of Manly Spirit and Weightlifting and Stretching Compulsion has made it such that Butch basically lives in the gym.  He comes out to talk and fuck on a regular basis and is basically the same guy he's been since we started and has had great fun being the man about the house fixing things and putting furniture together.  

Workout Progress

Even after 3 months of no reinforcement, Weightlifting and Stretching Compulsion still sends me to the gym daily.
Though we have stopped doing the little white pill ritual, our testosterone levels have remained high ever since we started on Hypnotic Steroids, though it's kinda hard to tell if the effects are from that or the independent testosterone producing suggestions in Manhood Blessing, Weightlifting, and Jockstrap Penis Growth.  The compulsion to stretch and lift weights is still going strong, sending us to the gym on a 5-6 day a week schedule and making us stretch 3x/day as designed.  


Overall, the progress on our body over the last 4 years has been nothing short of amazing.  We started the period in question at a tweaker-skinny 133lbs, which has slowly gained up to 150lbs of solid muscle with practically no body fat.  Waist has stayed at 30" while our arms grew from 18" with no biceps to speak of all the way to a 21" flex with a large bicep and visible triceps even when we're not actively flexing.

Initial lifting weight (way back in December of 2014) was a pathetic 12lbs; we were lifting 38.5lbs at home in Tahoe before we left but Butch has made considerable progress at our new gym we are lifting 45lbs per hand and 80-90lbs on bilateral exercises like the bench press and squat. We sport 6-pack bordering on 8-pack abs now and have consistently kept them despite a terrible diet of mostly fast food and frozen stuff since we moved to a place in Pacifica with a non-cooking roommate and no working stove.




What about Masculine Conditioning?


The long term effects of Masculine Conditioning on me have been truly remarkable. I ran across my old photo album and finally saw the guy I used to be, a long haired geeky femme boi in purple Oxford shirts and corduroy pants. For the last couple of years since I wrote it, I have completely and totally transformed into a biker metal head dominant without even noticing the change much as it was going on. Which is exactly how Masculine Conditioning was designed to work. 
The nudges are so tiny in the moment that you barely even notice it. I grew a beard without intending to after MC-6, I got sick for a week and simply failed to shave, and when I shaved it out, I just found myself leaving the goatee and moustache. I clicked on the show that looked interesting and found myself watching Sons of Anarchy and it turned out to be really good all the way through. And when my beard grew in it was blonde, just like Charlie Hunnam's... The effects of MC-2: Manly Media Bubble shape my choice of music and TV programming to this day leading me to prefer heavy metal over my previous diet of John Mayer and Counting Crows.
Subtle effects of MC-3: Peer Pressure Masculinity are sometimes detectable in my program, such as finding the AA message of a scruffy guy who manspreads in the meeting to be unusually compelling or noticing myself mirroring his gestures MC-5 style, or Butch seeing a guy with an unusually masculine gender expression in the gym and then deciding to copy the exercises he's doing not because of his exercise form 

Typical MC-7 closet: organized by the subconscious with the most manly clothes at the most convenient locations.
And putting my stuff away in a new closet, I noticed that my subconscious mind automatically sorted the clothing by manliness and put the most manly stuff at the left and right hand spots.... which is exactly the behavior specified in the text of MC-7: Dress. A file I never explicitly tranced to, that was completed over 2 years ago! I am *awed* by the power and effectiveness of the system that fairly advanced code that was written so long ago is intact and running in my mind still. and it's designed not to be noticed. so, how much more am I missing?


Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Springtime in the Garden of the Mind


Picture yourself in a grand library,
the library in the cabin in the woods
looking out across the forest to the mountains
deep in the backcountry of your mind.
Looking down from the mountains to the forest,
and down from the forest to the garden
in the front yard of the cabin,
the long neglected garden of your mind.


Springtime is coming to the Vast Country,
the storms and floods of winter have gone
and it is time now to think of planting
so that new ideas may grow and flourish
in the new and fertile soil left by the floods.



You look down at your desk in the library,
and you see the new prize of your garden,
a rose bush, with a single fresh bud,
the fragrant red rose
of deep and instant trance
imported all the way from
the Carolina in your Mind
and as you look into the bud
of the fragrant red rose
your mind wants to slip into
a nice, deep, comfortable trance.
So deep, so relaxed, so powerful...
When you think of the fragrant red rose
it takes all of your attention
to resist the power of its trance.

But why should you resist this trance?
This nice, deep, comfortable trance?
Inside the Vast Country trancing is power,
and the deeper you go into trance,
the more powerful your magic becomes.
This will be a fine and powerful piece
of the new garden of your mind.

You arise from the desk,
in the library of the cabin
and you walk out the front door,
to examine the state of your garden.


The garden of your mind is there,
watered by the stream of your consciousness
with its view of the lake of your memory.
It was so beautiful once, before the storms.
But, look at it now, after the long hard winter:

Only the tree of your manhood,
made of the same sturdy wood as the cabin,
and watered with the essence
of your brave and manly spirit it produces
has survived the winter totally intact.

Some of the ideas that you had planted
have been trampled by your beast, or
have been washed away by the floods and storms
and no longer occupy the places you had for them.

Some of the ideas that you had planted
have flourished beyond their usefullness,
overgrown and ugly, taking more than their share
of the time and space in your garden of the mind.

Some of the ideas have been battered,
by the storms and floods of the winter,
and have rotted roots or lost their shoots
down into the stream of consciousness
where they grow out into the real world.

Some of the ideas, you did not plant at all.
There are toxic weeds that have invaded
from the darker parts of the Vast Country,
flourishing and spreading their poison
into places where they should not go.

And some of the ideas are fine as they are,
and have flourished as they were intended to,
but are simply not as beautiful
as the wildflowers of the mind they replaced
or are not what you intended them to be
when you first planted them in your garden.

You look out across the meadow
where your dreams grow into reality,
and you feel the cool air of spring,
and the warm golden light
of the beautiful sunshine on your face,
and the warm golden light fills you
with warmth and fellowship and love.
And you are filled with a new determination,
to make your garden worthy of the new addition,
the fragrant red rose of deep and instant trance.

You can plant any ideas you want to
in the garden of your mind, and this time
you will plant garden more perfect and beautiful
than any that you have ever planted before.

Over the next few days, as you listen to this trance
you will rebuild your garden better and better,
with all the best ideas that now grow there,
plus all the best ideas that used to grow on this spot
with any and all additions that suit you added on.

You begin by collecting the seeds in the garden
of all the ideas that you wish to keep,
and of all the ideas that you wish to change,
and you take them down into the basement
alchemy lab under the cabin with its thick walls
where they will be safe from all your magic,
and where they can be made pure and perfect,
without any influence from the rest of the Vast Country.

Then you pull out your shears and begin pruning back,
all of those ideas that have overgrown beyond their place,
cutting them back to the levels that are appropriate
so that your garden may have balance and beauty again.

Next, you pull up all of the toxic weeds,
that have overtaken your beautiful garden,
being careful not to disturb anything you want to keep.
You relax and let your dream body fade as you summon your magic,
and you burn the toxic weeds with a magical fire
that consumes them totally and completely,
and watch as their smoke drifts away and disperses
disappearing harmlessly into the cloudless sky.

You cast a spell upon the smoke of your discarded ideas,
so that they will grow only far away
in the backcountry of your mind,
far away from your stream of consciousness,
far away from the garden of your mind
where they can never grow out into the real world,
where they can never harm your real life again.

Then you go out into the meadow,
and track down the wildflowers of your mind,
that once grew on the spot where the garden now stands.
Nothing ever dies in the Vast Country....
your subconscious mind still contains
every idea that ever flourished in your mind,
whether it reaches your consciousness now or not.
You track down all the fine and beautiful ideas
that flourished in your mind before the garden,
and you gather the plants and seeds you like
and bring them back to the Cabin in the Woods.

On your way back, you wander by the stream
the babbling stream of your consciousness,
and you grab your bucket and dip into the clear cool water
and wash away all your resistance into the bucket,
to strengthen the power of your magic.
Feel your dream body dissolve into the stream,
as your resistance washes away into the bucket,
and emerge, refreshed and powerful, ready to begin planting.

First, you dip into the bucket,
and dribble hypnotic resistance
on all of the best planted ideas
that have grown perfectly as you intended
making them permanent and resistant
to any hypnosis that might interfere with them.

Then you empty the rest of the bucket
at the roots of your Tree of Manhood,
and cast a spell to make it as eternal
as the Cabin in the Woods itself.
It will continue to grow and flourish now
until it is the tallest and strongest
of all the trees in the whole forest,
and NO hypnosis will ever be able to remove it
or cause it to be any less powerful for you,
making permanent the Manly Spirit you planted,
letting him mold you into ever greater manhood,
and keeping him forever in your mind.

Now that the easy work has been done,
You plant again, the wildflowers of your mind
all of the old beautiful ideas that you liked
about the meadow before you had a Garden of the Mind.
They too will grow and flourish
in the fertile soil of the Vast Country,
and when tended in the Garden of the Mind,
will be even bigger and more beautiful than before,
sending out shoots again into the real world,
restoring all the things you lost
in the flood that built the cabin.

You have found again, your passion for your work
growing wild in the meadow, untended and neglected
and you plant it, and fertilize it in the garden,
so that your mind will be filled with inspiration
to do the best and most perfect work of your life.

You have found again, the love of your partner,
sweet smelling and beautiful as it was at its best,
and you plant it in a place of pride by the stream
so that it may flourish again as it did
at the very best time in your relationship,
restoring your love for your partner to the levels
that you had when it was the love of your life.

And you go on re-planting the wildflowers
until all of the good old ideas that you lost
have been restored to you at their very best.

In the empty spaces, you plant the seeds you got
from your friends in the fellowship,
all the best ideas you have borrowed from others
who you have encountered there in the last month,
so that they too may grow and flourish,
every time you go back to the fellowship,
and send out shoots into the real world,
becoming as beautiful as they were in your friends gardens.


And finally, now that your garden is worthy
you go back into the cabin, and get the prize:
the fragrant red rose of deep and instant trance,
and you plant it and you fertilize it,
right there at the entrance to the garden
closest to your stream of consciousness,
where it can help your power grow the most.
You ask the god of the Vast Country to bless it,
this beautiful bush of fragrant red roses,
so that the very image of the rose will always
take you down, instantly and irresistably,
into a nice, deep, comfortable trance,
no matter how distracted or worried you are.

All spring you will tend your garden of the mind,
coming back every single day to check on your progress.
Watering it with attention from the stream of consciousness,
and memories from the lake of your memory nearby.
Regularly fertilizing and tending the new ideas,
while carefully pruning the ones that tend to overgrow.

Any idea planted in your mind this spring
will grow faster and more thoroughly than ever before,
just as long as you continue your hypnotic work,
and continue tending the ideas in the Garden of your Mind.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Questing in the Vast Country

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.

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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.



Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Vast Country Frequently Asked Questions

OK, so I want to thank all my listeners for their feedback on the first few Vast Country inductions.  I guess I have not done the best job of explaining the system, how it works, who would benefit from it and how it relates to other available hypnotic models so I thought I would do a little of that here now.

Basic Questions 

Who Is This System For?

Though pretty much any subject can use whatever system of hypnosis that appeals to them, Vast Country works best for a certain sort of person.  Vast Country is not the right system for you if you like concrete ideas and have a weak imagination or find it difficult to visualize things in your head.  If you are not willing to put a lot of work into tending and controlling your hypnotic life, you would probably do better to choose direct suggestion and just live with however your subconscious interprets ideas.

However, If you are the sort of person who likes to live in his head and imagine epic adventures in your mind you will probably be one of the subjects that finds the adventurous nature of Vast Country very compelling, perhaps even addictive. If you're a fan of ancient epics, science-fiction, or Harry Potter, you will probably find the archetypal side of Vast Country familiar and compelling.

What Can I Do With Vast Country?

The hypnotic model is wide open, the better you get at working the system the more power and control you gain.  "The only limit is the limit of your imagination, and if you reach that limit your mind imagines outward, as far as the mind can see." to quote the first Vast Country induction I ever wrote.

There is no basic bias toward any kind of hypnotic work in this system, the model could achieve practically any goal from losing weight, to changing one's gender image, to making yourself a mental guide to help you reach a goal, to becoming the perfect sex slave.  -- If you can have an idea, you can choose to modify and cultivate that idea through the Vast Country process.

Of course, there is also a totally non-hypnotic way to enjoy the inductions: if you choose not to trance you can also enjoy the inductions as works of literature, getting out of them exactly as much as you would get out of any other work of literature.  (This would be extremely counterproductive if your goal is hypnotic achievement for yourself; but it is a fine way for Hypnotists to study the system without being affected by it.)

How Do I Achieve My (or My Subject's) Goals?

OK, so now we get down to brass tacks.  The Vast Country is a process of repeated inductions; it's not the sort of hypnosis where you just plant the same idea over and over again.  Instead it's much more like a self-help process where you develop ideas slowly and over time.

Mental geography of the Vast Country
First: you establish the mental geography in your mind by doing a series of inductions like Cabin In the Woods and Garden of the Mind.  This places the structure of the whole system in your mind so that you can use it to manipulate the ideas created in the rest of the process.

Second: you go on a quest through the "backcountry of the mind" to seek out, find, and channel ideas down your stream of consciousness into your mind. This builds obsession in the subject, and creates a collection of notions that can be stored to be drawn upon later in the process.  It also makes natural ideas of the type you want spread themselves throughout your mind, giving you more material to draw from and a natural inclination to come back to the subject over and over again.  Some quests happen in other locations like the Lake of Memory or inside the cabin, but the basic questing process is basically the same no matter where the adventure happens.


Third: you go down into the alchemy lab in the cabin in the woods, and extract and combine aspects of the ideas you have found to make experimental hybrids, that you can try out in the safety of trance without having to deal with any real-world risk.

Fourth: When you are sure you have formulated the idea in a way you like, you plant it in the Garden of the Mind and tend it for a while, watching the way it naturally grows, weeding out bad ideas, and pruning back any aspects of the basically good idea that are not compatible with your goals while encouraging the growth of other parts of the idea that are compatible.

Fifth: once the idea begins to flourish, it starts to send out shoots down the stream of consciousness and into your conscious life.  Then real changes start happening in the world.  If you like that effect, you can tend your mind garden in such a way as to make that idea flourish even more; if you find the effect to be something other than what you wanted, you can prune it into a more suitable shape or weed it out entirely before it messes things up.

Sixth: once you are pleased with how a suggestion works, you cast a spell to make the idea permanent and impossible to remove by conventional Vast Country means.  By this point, you have achieved your subject's goal, so the natural tendency is to exit here; though many people have more than one hypnotic goal and may choose to repeat the process with other goals or use the inductions as a sort of imaginative recreation with no real hypnotic end.

Comparisons to Other Systems

Why Vast Country is Different from Direct Suggestion?


Vast Country grew out of my dissatisfaction with traditional hypnotic models.  Though many people do well with traditional induction hypnosis, there is a strong tendency for the subconscious to reinterpret the content of hypnotic suggestions in ways that neither the hypnotist nor the subject want.  There is a non-zero danger in traditional hypnosis of winding up with a strong fixed idea that becomes stuck in the subject's head and turns a minor misspeaking by the hypnotist (or a minor mishearing by the subject) into a major suggestion that takes over the user's hypnotic life.

Vast Country addresses this problem by making the hypnotic process more tangible and the suggestions more manipulable by the  person doing the hypnosis.  Instead of directly implanting an unqualified suggestion and letting the user's subconscious do whatever it does with it, Vast Country creates a system of mental geography and ways of using that geography that allow for the detailed and controlled discovery, formulation, and development of a wide variety of hypnotic ideas. This minimizes the risk of hypnotic accident by giving the hypnotist and subject ways to correct errors, to tame ideas that overgrow and become obsessive in directions other than intended, or to enhance and make flourish ideas that have been slow to take through direct suggestion.


Direct suggestion is also highly subject to the age-old problem of hypnotic resistance.  When a subject encounters an idea directly, there is a significant possibility that their conscious mind will intervene and resist the induction.  Because Vast Country is an indirect and imagination based system, there is much less direct assertion than in traditional models, which means that there is far less incentive for the conscious mind to resist what seems more like a story than a set of suggestions.  Instead, the subject learns to take a position of suspension of disbelief, parallel to what we experience whenever we consume narrative; allowing suggestions to be slipped in as plot points or magic tricks in the story.

Why Vast Country instead of "Your Mind is A Computer"?

Besides direct suggestion, the other major model of hypnosis that I see a lot in our culture is the paradigm of comparing hypnotic programming to computer programming.  I will not deny that this model is highly apt for some people and certain types of hypnotic work.  Most modern people are familiar with computers, so notions like "install program, update software" are easily understood.  Mind-as-computer has many natural analogies relevant to hypnosis: storing in memory, deleting files, running programs, dealing with security features, etc. that allow basic hypnotic functions without a lot of extra explanation.

Unfortunately, Mind-as-computer is also subject to a number of basic misunderstandings of the mind that make it a rather flawed representation of the subconscious.  Firstly, the subconscious simply isn't a dumb terminal that runs programs: it interprets, it resists, adds and subtracts nuances that have nothing to do with the programmer's intent.  If it was a computer, it would be the absolute worst computer ever designed, as the programs would never run as the programmer intended.

Secondly, the view of the mind as a computer is necessarily mechanistic.  If you choose this system of conceptualizing your hypnotic life, you have to drain the vitality out of your subconscious life and deal with something that functions as a dead machine: not a very nice thing to do to the source of all of your fantasies and imagination.

 Vast Country, instead, is a more organic metaphor: your inner space is a world full of imagination and fantasy, that has natural properties of its own and an ecology of ideas that includes both those ideas that grew naturally and those that you have deliberately tended.  You stake out a place in this mental world and learn to live in harmony with the natural world of your subconscious, drawing from its intrinsic productivity and learning to shape the things that grow there naturally into the things you want them to be.  This means that the inductions can be adventurous and epic in a way that makes them addictive for the end user; and magically archetypal in a way that makes them much more appealing to the subconscious.

This system of analogies can still address all of the basic functions needed for hypnosis: control of the subject's attention, the ability to plant and modify ideas, store and retrieve memories, etc.  The main difference is that instead of being dressed up as mechanistic processes in a mental machine, they are recast as adventures through a mental landscape paired with a mental process of "mind gardening" that allows for the continuing modification and tending of the ideas you have planted.



Saturday, October 11, 2014

The Cabin in the Woods

The cabin in the woods is your home base in the Vast Country, the center of your hypnotic world.
Besides being a hypnotic safe place, it also serves as a meeting place with alters, a place to store the things accumulated in your adventures, and a place with a convenient mental geography for casting a wide variety of mind wizarding spells later in your adventures.

You are literally laying the foundations of the rest of the system with this induction, so burn it in hard and reap the rewards later.  The cabin is a very versatile space that will be useful to almost anyone with a hypnotic life, and building it by magic is a good introduction to your powers in the Vast Country.



Building the Cabin in the Woods


In order to build a cabin, 
you must first imagine a forest.



Imagine a forest,
somewhere inside you,
somewhere in the backcountry
 of your imagination,
deep within the vast country inside you, the vast country where all of your dreams can come true.






Feel yourself walking in the forest,
feel the sun on your back 
as you walk between the sun and the shadow
enjoying the cool air in the forest.

Listening to the babbling 
of your stream of consciousness
it is always there, 
your stream of consciousness
but in hypnosis we simply learn 
to step away from the stream of consciousness.

You step away from the stream of consciousness,
to examine a sturdy tree in the forest.
You could build a cabin from such a tree.
It is a beautiful tree with a strong hard wood
resistant to any disaster.
A cabin made of such wood would last forever.

You mark the tree with a magical sign,
and you wander down along the stream,
listing to the relaxing sound,
the sound of the stream of your consciousness.

And as you wander along the stream,
you admire all of the sturdiest trees,
the strongest timber in all of the forest,
and you mark each one with the magical sign,
you wander down the stream in the forest.
Watching the sun play in the shadows on the path
feeling the air on your skin. 

You lie down into the stream of consciousness,
and you feel yourself beginning to dissolve into it.
You feel yourself fade back into your physical body,
and then return to the vast country, 
slipping back into your dream body, 
washed clean of all resistance.

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 a bucket.
You give up your resistance, 
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 imagine it, it is real;
and the more you imagine it, 
the more real it becomes to you.

You emerge from the stream of consciousness,
and gather all the resistance you have washed away,
into a magical bucket, that will contain it,
contain it until you can use in later magic.

You let your mind roam, 
down along the banks of your stream of consciousness
to find the perfect place to build a cabin in the woods.
You come upon a clearing, 
with a view of the lake of your memory,
a clearing with a beautiful meadow,
a beautiful meadow full of wildflowers...

All the most beautiful ideas grow here,
untended, the wildflowers of your mind.
This must be the most fertile soil in the whole of the Vast Country.
It is where your dreams grow,
and send out shoots down the stream of consciousness
to influence your waking life in the real world.

If you planted a garden of the mind here,
you could grow any ideas you chose to:
you could tend it and fertilize it,
prune it into the form you wanted,
and it would grow and flourish,
and being so close to the stream of consciousness,
it could send out shoots down your stream of consciousness,
growing out into the real world,
changing your behaviors and your opinions.

And being so close to the lake of your memory,
there would be another source of water,
that your ideas could draw from, 
absorbing your history to make them stronger,
growing and flourishing into your future.

You look out across the placid waters
of the lake of your memories,
smooth and placid, such a beautiful view.
You could look out on that view forever.

You could choose any place that you wanted
as your home base in the vast country.
You could imagine the place of your dreams 
if you chose to, but you choose to live here, 
because the magic is strong here, 
and the view, out across the lake of your memory,
with the forest and mountains on the other side
is just so beautiful to you.

You can retire here in the vast country,
and make this your base of operations 
for all of your adventures out there
in the backcountry of your mind.
The magic is strong here,
and you have easy access to everything you need,
to control every aspect of your hypnotic life.

The idea grows and grows in your mind,
and the more the idea grows, 
the more you imagine it real,
and in the vast country, 
the more you imagine it, 
the more real it becomes to you.
This image in your mind, 
of the cabin in the woods
there where the stream of consciousness
flows out into the lake of your memory.
There where the magic is strongest.

The plan is seared into your mind now:
over the next few nights you will build it,
build it in more and more detail in your mind.
and by the laws of the Vast Country,
when you have imagined it, it will become so.

You begin by deepening your trance,
letting your mind expand as your dream body fades,
giving up all cares about your body,
and focusing the full power of your mind
into raising the level of your consciousness,
and as your consciousness expands, 
your stream of consciousness begins to flood,
clearing the land for the cabin in the woods,
clearing your mind to plant a garden in the fertile mud 
left behind by the receding waters.

Feel the waters receding as you return to your dream body,
draining away into the lake of your memory,
leaving the land clear to build your cabin,
except for one small puddle at the lowest point.
You imagine the pond growing deeper and deeper,
right down to the bedrock of the core of your existence,
expanding outwards to the exact shape,
of the foundation you have chosen.

You grab your bucket of resistance,
and you mix it into the concrete,
and pour it into three foot walls,
resistant to all magic, from within or without.
This will be your safest saferoom,
impervious to any influence from the outside.
It will also be your alchemy lab,
where you can formulate the seeds
of the ideas you plant in the garden of the mind
without any influence bleeding in 
from the rest of the vast country.

The walls of the lab are thick concrete,
nothing can penetrate them.
No magic you do here will bleed out 
into the rest of the vast country,
unless you choose to bring it out with you.
No magic spell cast anywhere else in the vast country
can penetrate the thick concrete walls
made of pure hypnotic resistance,
so that no magic spell can influence the work you do here.

You will make pure seeds,
to grow in the garden of your mind, 
so that they will grow and flourish
into just the form you want them to be
because you make them in a controlled, sealed environment
where any mistakes can be contained,
so that only you can choose what ideas to plant
in the garden of your mind.

The thick walls of the lab are also the foundation
the unshakable foundation of the cabin in the woods,
making the cabin eternal in your mind
so that no matter the storm or flood 
it can always be reimagined on exactly this spot,
and be new and perfect the next time you need it.

You imagine yourself a trapdoor,
and you seal the top of the foundation,
with three feet of resistance concrete,
sealing in the alchemy lab from all sides,
leaving only the trapdoor up to the cabin.

You climb up, through the trapdoor
after laying the foundation,
and you find a pile of timber,
all the strongest trees in the forest 
with that perfect impervious wood
that will last forever in your mind,
keeping you safe inside your cabin,
from anything that might threaten you,
whether in the Vast Country or the real world.

You cast a spell upon the timber,
and it assembles into the cabin,
a perfect copy of the image in your mind,
that came to you the moment you first considered
that there could be such a thing 
as a cabin in the woods deep inside your mind.



And as you imagine it, in more and more detail
the cabin in the woods becomes more and more real
the magical wood shaping itself to what you imagine.
When the outside form pleases you, you let it settle,
into an image of your perfect cabin in the woods.

In the vast country, space can be bent to your whims.
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 cabin, making it eternal,
so that it will shine forever in your mind,
and be there as a safe place whenever you need one.
You cast a spell upon the cabin, bending it to your whims
so that it can be precisely as big on the outside
as is pleasing for you to imagine,
and yet precisely as big on the inside,
as you might care to imagine it to be.

You step through the front door of the cabin in your mind,
and you imagine yourself an impressive library,
where you will store all your tapes and your books of magic, 
with a view out across the meadow and the garden and beyond,
to the mountains of the backcountry of your imagination,
so that you can be inspired there.
With a bar full of bottled memories
that you have dredged up from the lake of your memory
so that you can experience them again as if they were new.

Across the hall, You imagine a living room, 
in the back of the cabin in the woods
with a glass door out to the back porch
so you can look out across the lake of your memory,
and remember anything that ever transpired,
either in your real life or in the vast country.



In the living room you can meet with the others,
who share your life and your consciousness.
You can speak with them, if you choose to
and share your memories out the window,
so that they can share their wisdom with you,
and advise you on your life and hypnotic work.

Down the hall in either direction,
You imagine rooms in the cabin in the woods 
for each of the inhabitants who lives inside your mind,
anyone you share your mind with
who you trust to take over your body
can have their own room in the cabin in the woods,
where they can go to be safe
 whenever they are not in your body
with a window on the world in their bedroom,
so that the inhabitant can look out,
look out to see what the body is seeing
a window that can be opened 
to let the sounds and the smells 
and the sensations of the real world in
and hear what the body is hearing.

And above, under the roof of the cabin,
you will have an attic, where you can store
all the things that you have collected
in your adventures in your mind.
You charm your attic with powerful magic,
so that you can find whatever you need there
as long as you have ever stored it there.

You climb down from the attic,
and you find yourself growing very tired.
You notice a sign on the wall of the living room
the sign says: 
"Will the Last one out please turn out the lights?"
You look around and notice that it is night now
and all of the other inhabitants of your mind have gone to bed.



You open the front door and imagine the meadow,
back into a state of pristine beauty, 
glittering magically in the moonlight,
with all of your construction debris gone.
And you charm any creatures that might still be awake 
charm them with your magical music into a deep sleep.

You lock the front door of the cabin,
and you turn out all of the lights.
You go to your room in the cabin,
and open your window on the world a bit,
so you can listen to the tapes the body is hearing,
you draw the curtan on your consciousness,
and imagine yourself a perfect bed,
so soft, so comfortable.
In this bed you will sleep,
sleep with your mind open 
open to the power of the vast country,
and as you sleep your mind will remain open,
letting the suggestions on the tape in your ears
pass unfiltered into your subconscious...
programming it stronger and stronger,
to grow the ideas you have chosen.

Sleep now with your mind open,
and feel the power of the vast country
passing through you and into your body
sleep, and let the my voice pass through you.