John Milton Hipnosis / Audio Novels & Stories

The rest of the team eventually find themselves back from lunch, and the hours that pass consist of a 30-minute team meeting, light chatter, and the occasional eye-contact with Cade. After we spoke at the parking garage last night, I kept trying to figure out how I’m supposed to help him. I tried to read up on everything hypnosis while I laid in bed, and nothing I found seems remotely helpful. What’s worse is that there’s no public record of whatever hypnotherapy ‘Treatment #3427’ is. I suppose that’s the point of having kept his file in the NSA system. For all I know, it may have permanently altered his mind and nothing I do will change that.

The good news was that he did find a condition similar to that of Sienna’s. But the bad news was that the word that was written there made Dr. Watte feel a chill in his heart. ‘Incurable.’ This kind of psychedelic hypnosis would cause a person to fall asleep and experience the most painful moments of their life over and over again in the dream world. The weaker a person’s willpower was, the weaker the effect. On the contrary, those with strong willpower would be affected a hundred thousand times more! And Sienna belonged to the latter!

Camila told her, and Meadow began to sob and quickly closed her ears with her palms, shaking her head and crying with her eyes shut. "Did not see, did not hear, must not speak," she said, sounding like a little girl. She was sobbing seriously and repeating those words like a mantra. "I will count to three and snap my hands, Meadow. The moment I do that, I want you to wake up," Camila said, knowing Meadow had reverted to the original state of hypnosis placed on her. Whoever did it wanted her to be blind, deaf and dumb. Meadow continued to repeat what she was saying and doing. Camila was worried that the original hypnosis state would return, and it wouldn't be only Meadow's voice they will be

“Take the necklace out of the box. The hypnosis might work better if you’re actually holding it.” Layla took the necklace out of the box and held it in her right hand. “I’ve turned on the recorder,” the doctor stated. “This is Doctor Victoria Samuelson. It is Thursday, November second. The patient I am about to put under hypnosis is Layla Miles. Layla, please confirm your name for the record.” “Layla Miles.” “Do I have your permission to record this session?” “Yes.” “All right. Now, I want you to close your eyes and focus on the sound of my voice.”

He declared. Before clicking on the play button, the audio page flashed zigzag lines like the reading of an electrocardiogram. Then they saw a list of sound files that had just been captured. He scrolled through a bunch of them; many of them came off as inaudible whispers, while most were just point-blank muted. Then he clicked on a new file recorded about an hour ago before he said, “I think I found something.” Before proceeding, click play.

“Tell me how? I need to enter such kind of brain state???” Marcus rubbed his chin and excitedly snapped his fingers. “I am going to hypnotize you half conscious…I will guide you while you’re half sleeping state and you’re still be able to communicate with me…” Clayton giggled. “Come on, buddy…you don’t bring the pendulum.” Marcus sneered. “I only have to snap in front of you…the only thing that you should do is trust me doing this…” Clayton inhaled. He paused as his thoughts were running a kind of deep self argument within himself.

His voice erupted in their minds loudly and allowed them to regain their consciousness instantly. “Your hypnosis technique is quite effective, look at you hypnotizing so many people right under their noses. They almost take you as God. That’s how you influenced Miles, the young heir of Everest Group, to do your bidding, right?” said Zayn in contempt. He had already exposed the man’s trick. The man was rather surprised because he did not expect that Zayn would not be affected by it. Moreover, Zayn managed to disable his hypnosis with just a little cough.

He spat out curses in-between his loud expression of pain and despair, not knowing that his heavy punch to Wilson's head was what had successfully woken him up from his conscious-unconscious state. Later on, when Dr Hippo discovered that one could get rid of his ability's side effect that way, he began carrying earth-reinforced bats around in his storage bracelet and would frequently give instructions like: "Okay, I'm done! When he wakes up, just whack his head with this bat at the first sign of his eyes losing focus. That will do the trick!" Most people did not understand why but they, out of respect for the director, did it all the same. Pitifully enough, for the patients, it worked hundre

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?

I finish cataloging the books while it's printing. After dinner, I tell mom I'm just going to read one of Uncle Harry's books. I sit up in bed reading the entire NST document. Most of it I don't understand, but there are sections that appear to be written specifically for a non-technical audience. There is one section on the details of the experiments. It seems that whoever uses it has to wear the ear buds for protection against the transmitter and to tune in the correct frequency for their subject. Rotating the thumb wheel and listening for the steady tone, tunes it to the neurological frequency of a specific subject. Pressing the button then renders the subject submissive and responsive to