I finally got around to buying a headset to listen to my hypno CDs. I had no idea what to expect. I have had only one experience with hypnosis and that was at a high school assembly. Anyone remember when the hypnotist comes to school and makes your friends do stupid things on stage? I always assumed they were faking it.
My first mistake was probably listening to it in bed with my hubby next to me (he was reading a book). I am pretty sure he thinks this hypnosis stuff is a crock. At least that is how I am interpreting his silent grin as he leans over and kisses me good luck. I know he is giggling to himself as I head down the first flight of very pleasant stairs.
The pleasant stairs are not so difficult to imagine as inviting. I can get there. I am Lara Croft descending the mansion’s stairs to my library to study my latest endeavor. Very pleasant indeed, I am rich, I look good, I have almost super-hero strength and all my ex-boyfriends are gorgeous. I open one eye to check on my hubby and he is watching me with a very silly grin. I make a face and close my eyes again, returning to the mansion.
But then the hypnotist says something that makes me laugh out loud. Very soothingly he says, “In front of you, you see a very pleasant escalator. An escalator so inviting you want to get on” …… “Snort, giggle, a what?!” I am sorry, but pleasant or inviting are not the adjectives I would ever use to describe an escalator. The escalator I am imagining is cold hard steel with black rubber hand railing. The little teeth like edge that goes across each step meets the floor with another set of metal teeth. I can hear the metal against metal creaking below my feet. PLEASANT?!
I try to get there. I imagine that, while the escalator is not pleasant it is in the airport, and I am on my way to somewhere that is pleasant. But then I have to go through security and that whole image goes South. By the time I can get myself to sorta imagine a pleasant decent I have arrived at a very pleasant elevator. An elevator so inviting I want to get on. At least it does not have a toothy edge.
This is the best they can do for 100 bucks?! How about a very pleasant set of green, mossy steps along side warm water, cascading into a blue lagoon; or a very pleasant hot air balloon descending through the soft, weightless clouds; or a very pleasant flower filled meadow that descends down into a shaded forest with bambi and hopper. Just something not so cold, grey steel like with sharp edges.
The other thing I am struggling with is that I can hear running water the whole way down. Now if I remember my physics lessons, water is going to be running down hill and will eventually form a pool at the bottom of where ever we are going. And I am going deeper and deeper. So eventually aren’t I going to be in over my head?
I try to put all this aside and get into the whole experience. After all I did spend 100 bucks on these CDs and I really do want them to work. As I lay there pretending to be into the whole thing my hubby nudges me to say Good Night. I open my eyes and he starts to giggle again. “Shut up, I am trying to lay in a stream.” He responds, “Brrrr”. (it is winter in Colorado, so that does sound a little cold). I respond very smugly, “It is a warm stream.” He retorts, “Brrrrr, you are going to have to get out at some point and that is going to be frickin cold. I hope you brought a towel.” I smile, at least he is playing along and that is probably all I can expect.
My first mistake was probably listening to it in bed with my hubby next to me (he was reading a book). I am pretty sure he thinks this hypnosis stuff is a crock. At least that is how I am interpreting his silent grin as he leans over and kisses me good luck. I know he is giggling to himself as I head down the first flight of very pleasant stairs.
The pleasant stairs are not so difficult to imagine as inviting. I can get there. I am Lara Croft descending the mansion’s stairs to my library to study my latest endeavor. Very pleasant indeed, I am rich, I look good, I have almost super-hero strength and all my ex-boyfriends are gorgeous. I open one eye to check on my hubby and he is watching me with a very silly grin. I make a face and close my eyes again, returning to the mansion.
But then the hypnotist says something that makes me laugh out loud. Very soothingly he says, “In front of you, you see a very pleasant escalator. An escalator so inviting you want to get on” …… “Snort, giggle, a what?!” I am sorry, but pleasant or inviting are not the adjectives I would ever use to describe an escalator. The escalator I am imagining is cold hard steel with black rubber hand railing. The little teeth like edge that goes across each step meets the floor with another set of metal teeth. I can hear the metal against metal creaking below my feet. PLEASANT?!
I try to get there. I imagine that, while the escalator is not pleasant it is in the airport, and I am on my way to somewhere that is pleasant. But then I have to go through security and that whole image goes South. By the time I can get myself to sorta imagine a pleasant decent I have arrived at a very pleasant elevator. An elevator so inviting I want to get on. At least it does not have a toothy edge.
This is the best they can do for 100 bucks?! How about a very pleasant set of green, mossy steps along side warm water, cascading into a blue lagoon; or a very pleasant hot air balloon descending through the soft, weightless clouds; or a very pleasant flower filled meadow that descends down into a shaded forest with bambi and hopper. Just something not so cold, grey steel like with sharp edges.
The other thing I am struggling with is that I can hear running water the whole way down. Now if I remember my physics lessons, water is going to be running down hill and will eventually form a pool at the bottom of where ever we are going. And I am going deeper and deeper. So eventually aren’t I going to be in over my head?
I try to put all this aside and get into the whole experience. After all I did spend 100 bucks on these CDs and I really do want them to work. As I lay there pretending to be into the whole thing my hubby nudges me to say Good Night. I open my eyes and he starts to giggle again. “Shut up, I am trying to lay in a stream.” He responds, “Brrrr”. (it is winter in Colorado, so that does sound a little cold). I respond very smugly, “It is a warm stream.” He retorts, “Brrrrr, you are going to have to get out at some point and that is going to be frickin cold. I hope you brought a towel.” I smile, at least he is playing along and that is probably all I can expect.
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