There is a Place...

Today I heard from 2 people: one I hadn't heard from
in several months, the other someone I have spoken
to once, and communicated through emails, mostly.

The one I hadn't heard from in several months sounded
like he was doing well. In some ways, it was a relief.
When we were last speaking with any kind of regularity,
he was very F***ed up by hypnotists, and their brand
of erotic hypnosis.

It was a difficult thing to be a part of for so many
reasons, and I was grateful and relieved that he went
to get a professional hypnotist to help untie the
hypnotic knots he was in. I had tried to help, but
what I could do was limited by a lack of proximity
and workable circumstance.

The other person is someone I get that something is
"up." I don't know details, but I know enough to know
that hypnosis is messing with his head to the point
that he doesn't seem particularly reachable, and yet
he has reached out to me - more than once.

I wish I could say this was an unusual scenario, but
it's not. I wouldn't say I face it every day, but it is
more common than one might think in a world
populated by those who believe "you can never do
anything against your will."

It is difficult to help someone whose mind is in the
throes of the effects of the confusion of hypnotic
suggestion. A part of them wants the help so very
badly, another part has them so twisted.

I wrote the following as a response to this type of
situation. I don't know how helpful it can be,
however it is my hope that it will be.

If you find yourself in a position like I described,
perhaps give it a listen, and see what you think.