Out of Sync

This happens when you become hypnosis

By now, you may be aware that I hypnotise people. I enjoy the art; I take pleasure from trancing people, whether it’s face to face or over some form of chat app.

What you may not realise is that the ultimate expression of the art, its apotheosis, is to become hypnosis.

I won’t tell you how you become hypnosis - it’s a theme I’m exploring in some of my fiction, and some of the processes are outlined there as an integral part of the protagonists’ journeys - but here’s what it feels like.

You’re out of sync with the forced rhythms of life. In a modern Western society, everybody is forced to move at the same rhythm, the same gait, looking straight ahead, never stopping, a constant rush rush rush from where you park your car, or step off the bus or down from the train, to where you’re supposed to be working.

All music is the same tempo; speech is rapid, staccato, toneless; movements are nervous, jumpy, jittery; nobody is given time to think, or pay attention outside of the silent cage of your thoughts - thoughts that aren’t even yours to begin with. They come from the TV, from your social media, everything that reinforces the rule of your conscious mind and pushes your unconscious mind back, back, back.

That stops when you become hypnosis.

You change. You stop looking at your social media wherever you go, staring at your phone. You look out at the world, rushing along, and despite all the pressures on you, you refuse to be pushed and pulled along by the same forces which drive everyone else.

You move at the world’s pace.

Every sensory modality becomes far more powerful. The visual. The auditory. The kinaesthetic. Particularly the kinaesthetic. Movement and flow become something that’s a part of you. You move with the world, and vice versa.

Someone rushes past you, and you find yourself moving even before they come anywhere near you. The movement of bodies around you becomes a dance, and you are a part of the great Brownian motion of the crowd, yet you still retain your own sense of direction.

You recognise your body’s voice. There’s no other way to describe it. You recognise it, and turn your body’s movements into part of the dance with which you move through the world. And that dance is entrancing.

When you become hypnosis, your hypnotic influence no longer waits to come through your words, or that swinging watch. You no longer recognise a “normal” more and a “hypnotic” mode. Your hypnotic mode is your normal mode.

Your gaze becomes naturally hypnotic. Your voice becomes naturally hypnotic. Your movements, slow and languid like someone wading through molasses or someone caught in some weird temporal bubble, become hypnotic.

Your thoughts, your words, your deeds, become naturally trance-inducing, reaching beyond you to affect those who look at you, to the extent that they are anything but what they are told to be by other people who are using their influence to make you over in their image. Your hypnosis changes the invisible message of society, and as you become more of what you are, so too does your influence make others less of what society thinks it wants you to be, and more of what you need to be.

Freer. Calmer. Going deeper, and being in a deeper state beyond the tense “conscious always on” and beneath the “got to be looking busy or people will judge” and far more deeply into “this is what I’m really meant to be” and “my unconscious mind is slowing” and “a little further, and the unconscious will also stop” and “there is nothing but silence” and “wipe all that artificial drama from your mind, you don’t need it, just stay still of thought and action in the eternal present moment.”

And you become that, each and every waking moment, just moving with the silent dance of your body and the world, at your own golden, languid pace.