Reading Hypnosis Novels & Stories

“Look at me, baby. Deep into my eyes. Feel how right this feels. You’ve felt it too, haven’t you? All those years I caught you staring at me in the hallway. The way you’d linger when I hugged you after games. Your body has always known the truth.” He tried to pull back, but I cupped his face with both hands, my thumbs stroking his cheeks. “Breathe with me, Elias. In… and out. That’s it. Good boy. Your mind is getting heavy, fuzzy around the edges. But keep breathing, it'll take you deeper, back to when you were younger. Remember how safe you felt in Mommy’s arms? How warm?” His eyelids fluttered. I had studied hypnosis for months, practicing on audio recordings of his voice I’d secretly coll

I was feeling enough pain already. Most times, I just wish I could close my eyes and never open them again then till forever, soothing way to wish for death don't you think?. An unlikely thought crossed my mind, was I experiencing memory loss of some sort, well right now my mind is blank so the thought seems appealing. I needed to remember how I got here, I remember something I had seen on TV, concerning hypnosis and how they help people recover their memory. The only source of lighting in this room was from the dim bulb, from what I've learnt from those shows, concentrating on one thing and focusing your attention on your breathing, while relaxing and then closing your eyes, is a great way

Like I was still contemplating my options just now, and now that he said he's coming over, I feel like I don't really have much of a choice than to just do the therapy session, or I could just outwardly decide that I didn't want to remember anymore. I was lost in my world of thoughts as panics threatened to surface, when Eric spoke. "Hey calm down he's not here for the session, plus he won't do it until you're completely willing to do so, because for the hypnosis to work, you'll need to have the strong will of wanting to remember for it to actually work," Eric said trying to reassure me that I'm going to be fine and that made calm down a little bit. We both were seated in the sitting room no

"It's possible that you've experienced something that was so painful, so difficult, that your subconscious mind is trying to shield you from it." "What could have happened?" I whisper, "I mean...I can't imagine what would have been so bad that I'd want to forget it." "There's no way to know for sure until we explore your memories further," she said, reaching for a box on the table. "There's a technique called hypnosis that might help us access your subconscious mind. Would you be willing to try it?" With a shaky breath, I nod, settling into the therapist's comfortable couch. She dims the lights and begins speaking in a low, soothing voice.

What do you mean? Mr. Hauser, during the trial the conscious mind disappears and is replaced by the unconscious. This means that if you do not master the techniques well there are moments in hypnosis that can hurt the patient. For example, a very serious event, if we think of his physical torture which his body and mind have now suppressed as a mechanism of self-defense. In the hypnosis world, those unpleasant events for him will return and he will feel again what he went through then. And that won't affect him?

I sat stiffly across from him, my hands gripping the armrests of the chair. "Relax, Thorne," he said in a calm, measured tone. "Hypnosis isn't magic. It's a tool to help your mind unlock what it's already holding. You may not get everything at once, and that's okay. I nodded, though my chest felt tight. "Let's just get started." He guided me through a series of breathing exercises, his voice soothing as he instructed me to close my eyes and focus on his words. Slowly, I felt myself slipping into a trance-like state, my mind growing quieter.

said Jessica. Chris hummed, his voice still hoarse. “This is the perfect chance for Jaden. There’s no time to hesitate.” Jessica looked at Frederick. “How’s the hypnosis going?” she asked. Frederick replied, “I’ve been monitoring Chris. Honestly, it’s not ideal. Chris knows all the steps of hypnosis, and knowing the process doesn’t guarantee cooperation. On the contrary, the more a person knows about hypnosis, the more likely they are to resist the truth. So... conservatively, it may take two or three more sessions to achieve full effect.”

She always fell for that line, though she still shot me an annoyed look. At that moment, sunlight streamed in through the window, warm and comforting. “I heard the psychiatry department has brought in a new doctor who specializes in hypnosis,” she said suddenly. I was just about to drift off when her words startled me awake. “Hypnosis might be able to awaken memories.”

Gray like a five-dollar whore on a Saturday night. First of all, going under hypnosis took longer that it should have, as though Chrissie's brain told her to stop looking for things that weren't there. Once she'd finally been relaxed and compliant, her mind refused to give any extra information from the last time. It didn't want to be bothered, and no one could figure out why.

"Because someone's trying to silence me. And I'm not going to be helpless anymore." She didn't flinch. "Then yes. You may do so. But cautiously. Hypnosis works best when the subject is already in a compromised state—physically, emotionally. And be thoughtful about the words you use. If you press too hard, the mind will back away. If you hesitate… they'll fight it." "What if it fails?" "They may turn violent. Or their head will break. Or worse… the magic can bind you instead." I swallowed. "But," she continued, putting a hand on mine, "you're prepared. I can feel it. You simply need to trust in your own strength."