Hypnosis Mic Wikipedia Novels & Stories

“Jack. Jack Mueller. You need to wake up.” The intonations of my voice I keep within the same frequency as the radio static’s hissing ‘hhhhhuuusssss’ sound of a sustained expiration and use words carefully chosen and repeated in a rhythm that mimics the beat of a human heart. Coming round from unconsciousness and in precise combination with the radio static and the deliberate rhythm and frequency of my voice induces in him an extremely hypnotic state, allowing me to alter Junior’s consciousness, inserting my helpful advice and friendly direction at a mental point where he’s more suggestible than he would be in a full waking state.

Ellena said, "You mean it has the possibility of recovering its own memory?" "Well, look at it in this way." Spencer thought for a moment and said, "Hypnosis is not as good as other people say. After all, it is just a psychological suggestion. If the hypnotized person overthrows his own psychological suggestion, then the hypnosis might start to lose effect."

“Close your eyes and focus on my voice. You are about to be hypnotized. Relax and focus on my voice. Empty your mind of all distracting thoughts. Good girls. Imagine yourself in a safehouse. Here, you are safe with me. Your secrets are safe with me. Anything you do here stays here forever… I will count from one to five. On the count of five, I will snap my fingers, and you will fall asleep. Do you understand?” “Yes.” They nodded. I watch Huracio count and snap his fingers. To my shock, their necks went limp and their heads dropped as if they suddenly dozed off. It was very strange and chilling. That level of control is uncanny. “Five times deeper. Ten times deeper. Sleep…” he continued to so

Mike hesitated and said, "Understood." Rhea sighed in relief. "So, can you send me the formula now?" "I can't. I really have to deliver it by hand." Mike was unusually adamant. Rhea was speechless because she had confirmed that her hypnosis was working, and he responded to her suggestions. "No—" As she tried to turn him down, Fred covered the microphone and said, "Tell him he can come." Rhea was stunned and puzzled by Fred’s intention. "Tell him to come tomorrow night," Fred added after some thought.

There were a few seconds of silence, not too many before she answered me. I have a very good opinion Miron as long as whoever does it knows how to do it. I understand … What's going on, who do you want to hypnotize? John Maxwell. Interesting. Why use hypnosis? I guess the detective is the one doing it. Of course, he will. He has done it before and he is doing it very well as he told me. And to answer the why question, we have reasons to believe that John intentionally repressed some feelings. Even more interesting. Why is he doing this?

"Give me a call if anyone tries to harass you. I think you should be on your way now so you don't get there late." I quickly grabbed my purse, my keys and was heading out the door when he called me back, "A minute. You are forgetting something." I looked around, wondering what that could be and then I noticed he held something small, round and black between two fingers. "What's that?" "This-" He made the object rest in his palm. "-is a very hi-tech, very sensitive microphone. With it, and with your help, I will be able to hear everything happening at the gala. If... say, you engage someone in a conversation, the person won't know they are being listened to. They wouldn't know they are being

Duke looked at her and said, “I’ve called Pete, and he’ll arrive in Cloud City in two hours. Once he’s here, you’ll know everything.” Adeena frowned. “Can’t you just tell me?” “I can’t explain it clearly.” Duke’s voice was very deep. “Pete’s a psychiatrist, and he can perform hypnosis. He has the ability to evoke dormant memories. He should be able to help you remember things that happened four years ago.” Adeena massaged her forehead. She had previously asked a doctor about this, and the doctor did say that hypnosis could help people remember the past. However, there were less than one hundred people who could perform hypnosis, while there were less than ten hypnotherapists who could be pre

I demanded, staring the man down. For the first time, the doctor looked up at me. His expression was pitiful, pleading with the desperation of a man begging for his life. "Once hypnosis is done, it can’t be reversed," he explained shakily. "If I try to force her to remember, it’ll cause unbearable pain—splitting headaches that could drive her insane." "What?" The word slipped out of me, heavy with guilt. I should’ve stopped Salem sooner. "You’ve seen it already, haven’t you?" the doctor said, turning to Emmette. "The headaches. The sudden convulsions until she passes out."

Luna replied shortly but still managed to make his lips parted in shock. Shortly after that was the start of the process. Maximilian gave her the acupuncture for her cleansing and asked her if she ever remembered something about her past life when he was done but she remained the same and she did not answer. So, he assumed that she didn't remember anything. That's why he proceeded to hypnosis using his magical pendulum, which the woman didn't refuse to do. However, when the procedure ended and the lady still had her neutral expression as if nothing happened at all, Maximilian sighed in disappointment because of his first failure after such a long time. It was more confirmed when he asked her

I offer her a soft smile. "H-hello?" No echo, only her sweet voice suddenly sounding close to me. "The mic is very insensitive," I explain. "It needs to be right at your mouth when you speak or else it won't pick up anything." "Good to know." She chuckles nervously, coming closer to the edge of the stage. "Look..." Worry clouds her eyes as I crane my neck to gaze at her in all her lit-up glory. "I'm not cut out for this. I know it's important for our deal, but I don't want to damage your company's reputation."