Questions And Answers On Hypnotic Trance State

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Like a field of ripe corn her platinum hair billowed behind her; rippling and shining with the light of thousand suns. Her face was pale yet glowing, cheeks an attractive shade of dusky rose and her eyes sparkled like emeralds. She cried out with unadulterated joy as she willed her horse to go faster and faster through misty mountain ranges and along deep, clear blue rivers. Princess Liafon was in her element. The earthy, peaty smell of the ground left disturbed under her steeds hooves filled Lia’s head and the deep, rhythmic hypnotic beat of its hooves on the compacted soil and spongy lichen sent her into a trance like state, the only things that mattered right then were the smell and sound , thump thump de thump de thump…
“Lia!”
Lia looked up from the heavy tome she was supposed to be studying with a start as the resonating and reassuring voice of her nurse rang down the corridor leading to her bedroom. The sound of the horses gallop was still ringing in her ears. Again the noise of the Nurse’s voice reverberated off grey stone walls and broke Lia’s dream like a shattered mirror. She rolled her eyes back into her head and gave a little groan before letting herself fall back into her goose down pillows. Her emerald eyes were wide and staring at a spot on the ceiling where a tiny crack had appeared. She counted under her breath….three…two….one…
“Princess Liafon! You’ll get yourself here right now if you know what is good for you! You need to get dressed and prepare yourself for Prince John’s arrival!”
Lia lifted herself wearily from her bed, her simple white lace nightgown was soft and comfortable against her skin. She shuddered at the thought of what she had to put on (or install as Nurse always said of the mammoth task of dressing Liafon on ‘Prince Days’. Wandering into her wash chamber she stared with a wistful look in her emerald eyes out of the open widow; a flock of small brightly coloured birds ducked and dived together. They moved as one, seamless and untiring- going this way and that calling out to each other as they flew. They were so free and untroubled, their only worries in life being where the next meal was coming from and the menacing sparrowhawk that had his small beady eye trained on them as he tightened his already vice-like grip on the branch he graced as his throne.
The princess admitted to herself that the birds worries were far more life threatening than her own but she knew in her heart that she would rather have the struggle to survive making every second valuable that be stuck in her own monotonous life. Lia knew that her father only wanted the best for his only daughter but how she would love to fly away with those birds! Free and unburdened of future expectations. She knew that if her father’s plan went the way he wanted it to she was in for a lifetime of this- wishing and wondering what could have been.

She splashed her face with ice cold water.

When she had finished her ablutions Nurse came into her chamber, arms laden with silk petticoats in bright red and blue colours with overskirts of thick sapphire wool which she proceeded to lay out on Lia’s bed. . Lia submitted without fuss as she knew it was inevitable and raised her hands up above her head as Nurse lifted skirt after heavy skirt onto her slim hips. She then proceeded to put on the bodice part of the dress which was in itself a challenge. There was a complicated system of ribbons which had to be patiently threaded before Nurse steadied herself and pulled hard on the ends of each one, cinching in Lia’s already relatively small waist to the point where she could barely catch breath.
Why did she have to wear this ridiculous bodice? Who was there to admire her in it here? Lia combed her waist length hair making it shine more than ever. She was anything but vain however she had been told all her life by Tahlia, Nurse and the occasional guest that visited the castle that she was to be a great beauty one day. Lia felt sure that the day was coming very soon. More and more young men came every week to see the fourteen year old princess and yet every time they walked off talking in hushed tones with her father never bothering to consult with or even greet Lia herself. She felt like a piece of meat. Cut up and sliced to look attractive then hung up for prospective buyers to examine. Most of the time Liafon saw her beauty as more of a curse or bind than a virtue and found herself resenting it.
Once she had overheard a whispered conversation and heard the words “Not yet, she is not ready.” The increasing frequency of male visitors had to be to do with the changes to her body over the past few years; Nurse had explained that Lia was becoming a young woman and must act like one if she was to marry well and forge strong connections with other royalty. It was around the same time that a small, mousy old woman had appeared at the castle laden with rich materials coloured with expensive dyes from far flung corners of the world and begun work on a wardrobe fit for a Queen- for that was what Lia was expected to become. She was made to stand still as every possible part of her body was measured and noted down, she swore she once saw the woman sneakily attempt to measure a toe and then note it down sheepishly.
The only people that she ever came into contact with were the other residents of Sapienta Castle: her Nurse, her maid Tahlia and her father King Griorgair. The King was a very t
tall and very broad man (although lately it was more fat than brawn) he had the self assured look of a man in charge and he was, the whole of Scotland was under his control. He chose to live in this deserted castle high up in the mountains ; it was a solitary existence, hidden away in the highlands of Scotland. This was wonderful, if a little lonely at times, when Lia was growing up. She had free reign of the Castle and the expansive grounds surrounding it. She invented friends to play with and the forests of dark moss and alder trees were her playground, growing up free and wild with no other children for company Lia became independent and headstrong in her ways. Nurse, who had been alongside Lia ever since she was born noticed this and told the King that she was concerned for the child’s welfare, she needed a feminine influence…a peer of her own age to keep her company. The King- who never seemed to notice his daughter’s needs unless alerted of them- was happy to oblige and so Tahli
Tahlia was brought to the castle to amuse the little Princess.
Tahlia had lived in the nearest village, a good twenty miles from the castle and was one of 8 children whose father was struggling to provide for them all. Tahlia being the brightest, most intelligent and quick minded child of the brood was selected to go away to the castle on the promise of a safe home, food and a decent education by the side of a Princess. Now she came into Lia’s room with the same bounce of optimism in her step that reminded Lia how lucky she was to have her there. Tahlia glided around the room carefully tidying and putting everything in it’s place, she turned the bed down with a deft and practiced hand and hummed a cheerful song under her breath as she put new large bunch of wildflowers and heather picked from the Castle’s grounds in a simple vase on the windowsill. Lia watched all of this with curiosity as she had never thought a person could do work with such a happy disposition as Tahlia did.
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Like a field of ripe corn her platinum hair billowed behind her; rippling and shining with the light of thousand suns. Her face was pale yet glowing, cheeks an attractive shade of dusky rose and her eyes sparkled like emeralds. She cried out with unadulterated joy as she willed her horse to go faster and faster through misty mountain ranges and along deep, clear blue rivers. Princess Liafon was in her element. The earthy, peaty smell of the ground left disturbed under her steeds hooves filled Lia’s head and the deep, rhythmic hypnotic beat of its hooves on the compacted soil and spongy lichen sent her into a trance like state, the only things that mattered right then were the smell and sound , thump thump de thump de thump…
“Lia!”
Lia looked up from the heavy tome she was supposed to be studying with a start as the resonating and reassuring voice of her nurse rang down the corridor leading to her bedroom. The sound of the horses gallop was still ringing in her ears. Again the noise of the Nurse’s voice reverberated off grey stone walls and broke Lia’s dream like a shattered mirror. She rolled her eyes back into her head and gave a little groan before letting herself fall back into her goose down pillows. Her emerald eyes were wide and staring at a spot on the ceiling where a tiny crack had appeared. She counted under her breath….three…two….one…
“Princess Liafon! You’ll get yourself here right now if you know what is good for you! You need to get dressed and prepare yourself for Prince John’s arrival!”
Lia lifted herself wearily from her bed, her simple white lace nightgown was soft and comfortable against her skin. She shuddered at the thought of what she had to put on (or install as Nurse always said of the mammoth task of dressing Liafon on ‘Prince Days’. Wandering into her wash chamber she stared with a wistful look in her emerald eyes out of the open widow; a flock of small brightly coloured birds ducked and dived together. They moved as one, seamless and untiring- going this way and that calling out to each other as they flew. They were so free and untroubled, their only worries in life being where the next meal was coming from and the menacing sparrowhawk that had his small beady eye trained on them as he tightened his already vice-like grip on the branch he graced as his throne.
The princess admitted to herself that the birds worries were far more life threatening than her own but she knew in her heart that she would rather have the struggle to survive making every second valuable that be stuck in her own monotonous life. Lia knew that her father only wanted the best for his only daughter but how she would love to fly away with those birds! Free and unburdened of future expectations. She knew that if her father’s plan went the way he wanted it to she was in for a lifetime of this- wishing and wondering what could have been.

She splashed her face with ice cold water.

When she had finished her ablutions Nurse came into her chamber, arms laden with silk petticoats in bright red and blue colours with overskirts of thick sapphire wool which she proceeded to lay out on Lia’s bed. . Lia submitted without fuss as she knew it was inevitable and raised her hands up above her head as Nurse lifted skirt after heavy skirt onto her slim hips. She then proceeded to put on the bodice part of the dress which was in itself a challenge. There was a complicated system of ribbons which had to be patiently threaded before Nurse steadied herself and pulled hard on the ends of each one, cinching in Lia’s already relatively small waist to the point where she could barely catch breath.
Why did she have to wear this ridiculous bodice? Who was there to admire her in it here? Lia combed her waist length hair making it shine more than ever. She was anything but vain however she had been told all her life by Tahlia, Nurse and the occasional guest that visited the castle that she was to be a great beauty one day. Lia felt sure that the day was coming very soon. More and more young men came every week to see the fourteen year old princess and yet every time they walked off talking in hushed tones with her father never bothering to consult with or even greet Lia herself. She felt like a piece of meat. Cut up and sliced to look attractive then hung up for prospective buyers to examine. Most of the time Liafon saw her beauty as more of a curse or bind than a virtue and found herself resenting it.
it is longer but they would only let me put on a certain amount

Did you ever play this abnormal strength game as a kid?

About 4 or 5 of us stood around another kid lying on the floor and tried – with difficulty to lift them – and then we’d go round in a circle repeating one after the other to the ‘victim’ on the floor – “You’re in a car crash”, “you’re bleeding”, “You’re turning white”, “You’re dying”, “you’re dead!” And then with the victim now ‘dead’, we’d be able to lift them way above our heads!

A less morbid one was done with 1 kid sitting on a chair and 3-4 trying to lift them and the chair with the lifters only using their index and second finger of each hand. Impossible obviously. UNTIL we went round in a circle repeating some mantra about the person being light. And then trying it again, it became possible.

How do you think this works – is it hypnotic? I guess the repetition of each phrase 4 or 5 times one after another going round the circle produced a trance-like state. And the suggestions of lightness and unresisting deadness?

I’ve only just remembered this and I’d be fascinated if anyone knows how this works or did something similar
Thanks for the replies so far – very interseting. I remember doing this as a kid and we weren’t faking it. Yes it looks like the power of the mind

personal opinion about confusion ?

hi there guys am an amateur hypnotist and am really trying to learn how to understand the emotional state of confusion so i can put people in to a hypnotic trace by using confusion as the fuel to evoke trance my question is to all you guys even people that don’t know what hypnosis is my question is just say if i was trying to confuse you in a normal conversation what would i have to do to confuse you to your personal point of view what would i have to say or do to make you confuse like what is a pattern that you notice personally that put you in a state of confusion that’s my question guys and please no therapeutic hypnosis answers i am trying to learn convert hypnosis please just answers from normal every day people or answers from experience convert hypnotists

- poem — please critique — what you see needs changing, etc.?

Heart Burn

The curdling and piercing flame within
Flickering in shades of scarlet and orange
Gnaws at the edges of a beating organ
Contorting every pulse and taunting it into shame

A pair of eyes fuels and electrifies the fire within
Causing a rush of light headed energy to surge through the bodice
Labour no longer has meaning and pain almost non existent
Eternal happiness appears to be in reach

Yet something causes the blaze to sear with rage
Scorching and singeing at the now pleading heart
Each pulse now a shiver or tremble
Self control seems to have gone by this stage

With a painted smile, and a forced air of enthusiasm
She wills the days to go by
But those hypnotic eyes and the owner’s unquestionable beauty
Make her question her mental state and continue to deny

A turmoil of happiness, highs and sudden defeat
Is overwhelming and hard to beat
His voice a lullaby, spoken in dulcet and silvery tones
A fine tune, weaving and trickling softly through her bones

This is a war and her weapons are useless
Alarm bells blaze in both ears
But she adopts a dazed trance
Her heart still entangled in chains, a prisoner, until she decides to confess