Credit for this image goes to @bluescreenstuffWarning: This has hypnotic elements and could accident

Credit for this image goes to @bluescreenstuffWarning: This has hypnotic elements and could accidentally trigger a trance-like state. Do not read this while operating heavy machinery or driving.A Little Packing“My head has a face. My face is a square. A square is a face. A face on a cube. A cube is a box. A box with a face. A face on my head. A square on a box. A box for a head….”“Very good. Very good. You have that down. Now, for your next lines. ‘A box that is open.’““A box that is open….”“Open to me.”“Open … to you….”“A box that is empty.”His eyelids flutter. “A box … that is empty….”“Empty for me.”“Empty … for you….”“A box to be packed.”“A box to be packed….”“Packed by me.”“Packed by you….”“I am the packer.”“You are the packer….”“I pack and unpack.”“You pack and unpack….”“What I pack up stays.”“What you pack up stays….”“What I unpack goes.”“What you unpack … goes….”“Good. Remember those words. I am packing a player with these instructions on repeat for you in the back of your head. The player never runs out of power. It will play on, even if you don’t consciously hear it. Its words will reinforce our roles. Its cadence will set the rhythm of your work. Its beat will flood everything you do, but it will not interfere with your ability to sleep.”“Yes, … Packer….”“I am also packing some weights and a bottle marked pleasure. These two go hand in hand. Weights and pleasure, pleasure and weights.”“Weights, … and pleasure,” he sighs.“And a subwoofer to drop the bass. Deep, loud, and little if any volume control.”“Yes, … Packer….”“If you wish to pack something permanently, you must consult me. If I approve, it will stay. If not, it will go.”“Yes, Packer.”“I am the packer.”“You are the packer.”“You are the package.”“I am the package.”“I am your packer.”“You are my packer.”“You are my package.”“I am your package.”“What I pack, you hold.”“What you pack, I hold.”“In your box.”“In my box.”“In your head.”“In my head.”“The box is your head.”“The box is my head.”“And the box opens for the packer. The box closes for the packer.”“Open, … and close … for Packer….”“That’s right, Package.”“I am the package. My head is a box. A box that is packed by my Packer.”“I am packing a jockstrap now, and removing some of your old textbooks. Instead, I am packing fitness, health, and sports magazines to take their place.”“Yes, … Packer.”“And to protect anything fragile, I am stuffing cotton and packing material to keep everything in place and safe from being jostled. It may take time to find what you’re looking for, and things may feel fuzzy as you sift through the material, but everything will be safe and well-packed. It will not be irretrievable.”“Yes, Packer. Thank you….”“You’re welcome, Package. Now, then. I am closing the lid on the box. When I say, ‘Our packing is finished,’ you will wake up. When I say, ‘It’s packing time,’ you will return to this state, the state of a package waiting for its packer to organize its contents. And you will respond by saying, ‘This Package is ready for sorting.’ Do you understand?““Yes, Packer.”“Good. Now listen closely, Package. Our packing is finished.”Tired and unfocused eyes blink as the subject slowly comes back to full consciousness and pushes himself off the wall that’s been propping him up. “Did it—Uhhhh…. Did it work?”“It’s a start, Patrick.” I smile at him. “Things won’t be immediate, but you should start feeling some of the things I put in there soon.” I tap his forehead gently to emphasize my point. “Try going to the gym again. Lift some weights, and maybe flick on some sports later tonight. See if there’s a difference. You won’t be a bro overnight, but it’s a definite start.”An effusive grin, a vigorous shake of my hand. “THANK YOU SO MUCH!”…Ah, yes, … and the cranking volume….He notices my wince and blushes. “Sorry.”I wave it off. “I’m sure I’ll get used to it.” Then I look at my schedule. “Let’s set our next appointment for … three days from now. I want you to make a conscious effort to match the subconscious. Let me know about your results. Feelings, sensations, any pros or cons of what’s been happening, that sort of thing.”“You bet!” He grins“Same time, Patrick?”He blinks. His eyes lose focus for a few seconds. “Uhhhhhhh….” Finally, he shakes his head and reaches into his pocket. “Let me check my phone.”I smile. “Sure thing.”He pushes a few buttons, scrolls around, then finally nods. “Yeah, looks good.”“That’s good. Go ahead and get that in your phone. I don’t want you to forget your appointment accidentally, okay?”He nods as his fingers fly across the phone’s surface to input the necessary information. When he finishes, he chuckles and looks back at me with sharper eyes and a brighter smile than when he first walked in. “You know, that was actually kind of fun. A guy could get used to this.”“I wouldn’t mind it either, Patrick. You’re an excellent subject.”Patrick jolts in place, and I smile as he shakes it off with a bodily shudder. It seems that particular instruction is also holding strong. Patrick will likely have a newfound interest in hypnosis stuffed neatly and held firm by a nice cotton ball cocoon. And while the subwoofer suggestion hasn’t fully taken hold, it’s good to see him fluctuating between deep, loud, and normal.“Thanks again for your help. I’ll see you later, then!”“Oh, Patrick!”He turns at the door. “Yeah?”I raise my phone and the card reader that’s attached to it. “Debit or credit?”“Wow. Did I…?” He smacks his forehead with a palm and laughs a deep hearty laugh from the diaphragm. “Guess it’s starting already.”My smile widens as I finish scanning the card and send him on his way. He has no idea just how much. I dial the number attached to the appointment for Patrick’s designated ride. It’s a number I know well.“Francis? Yeah, it’s me. Patrick is all done. You can pick him up now.” I pause, awaiting the inevitable question. “You know I can’t disclose my subjects’ session information. You can ask him about it yourself when you see him.” I smile and shake my head at the response. “Same old Frank,” I return warmly. “Until next time, Player.”I end the call and settle into my chair with a sigh of relief and satisfaction. I always enjoy referral cases. Especially from past clients. As I lean back, I can’t help but ponder out loud. “I wonder what the next one will want.” -- source link

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