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.
