I ordered Soforia’s introductory tape at the same time I ordered the Marquesa’s and I finally got it last week. When I first started listening, I thought “bummer”. The technical quality is poor. There’s a loud background hiss and at one point she even hits the mike. Her voice is high and oddly cadenced. There’s not a lot of dramatic phrasing, so you don’t get much of an impression of the person behind the voice. She speaks in a slow sing-song, which is kind of boring–certainly not sexy. But it is very relaxing, and her visualizations were delightful.
It wasn’t until about the third hearing that I realized how effective she was. When she brought me back, my mouth felt like I’d been sucking on a wool sweater. I had been
listening with my mouth open and it was dry because I didn’t care about swallowing. I didn’t care because it wasn’t my responsibility. Somebody else was in charge of my body.
It was like my conscious mind was someplace above my zonked body with nothing to do but listen and watch. Very cool. The tape’s a steal for $20.
Jeez, I thought. I guess I was right about the Marquesa. More of a dominant than a hypnotist. I decided to do a back to back comparison–first Soforia, then the Marquesa.
The term for the result is synergy. It’s accurate, but not very descriptive. Could I interest you in a “synergistic combination of caffeine, alchohol and sugar? How about an Irish Coffee?
Marquesa describes her voice as angelic. Well, technically, she may be correct. Satan himself was an angel. In describing his fall from grace in Paradise Lost, Milton has him musing, newly arrived on the shore of the lake of fire: “Better to rule in hell than serve in heaven!” There is that kind of “angelic” quality in Marquesa’s voice and script. And it isn’t easy to let yourself be hypnotized by somebody you think lights cigarettes with their finger.
Soforia does sound angelic. She’s such a gentle, easy guide, you don’t notice at first how much deeper you go. And how quickly you learn to respond almost instantly to her post hypnotic suggestion to return to deep hypnosis.
The synergy is once Soforia can take you deep, Marquesa can take you that deep too. A warning from the Surgeon General would be appropriate here.
There’s a lot of BS out there about hypnosis–I’m talking about the “you won’t do anything under hypnosis you wouldn’t do wide awake” crap. Have you ever done
anything drunk you wouldn’t do sober? Where do you think they come up with lyrics like “You sure look pretty in the beer sign light”? Or bumper stickers like “Of course I’m
drunk! I’m no damned stunt driver!” If you don’t think hypnosis can be more powerful than a sixpack, you need a designated brain.
I have three of Marquesa’s tapes. Whoever wrote their scripts, and I suspect she did, has an instinctive grasp of the relationship between sex and power that I put somewhere beyond where Freud, Adler and Jung left off. That level of understanding is powerful enough to be dangerous in itself. Combine it with a beautiful, manipulative woman who’s
taken up hypnotism, and the equation E=mc^2 is demonstrated.
Because I sensed that, my instinctive resistance to her hypnosis remained high, even though I found the experience very pleasant and arousing. Soforia doesn’t give off those kind of vibes. So I let myself go deeper for her, and the next thing I knew, I was at that level for the Marquesa.
My plane leaves for LA in 10 hours. Hmm. I wonder if there’s a connection between the last two sentences? Naw. You’d never do anything under hypnosis you wouldn’t do
otherwise. Everybody knows that.
I have no expectations of my session with her. That is a part of her message I accept. The reason I give myself for accepting that is that I’m tired of being dominant, and tired of struggling against a real impulse to be submissive. I am a top in the real world. Men find my intelligence, wit and tongue intimidating. so most of my friends are women. The women look to me for support and charm, which I am usually delighted to provide. In both cases, I have to think for others. I’m paid for it, but it’s work.
The hardest thing to learn in becoming a military pilot is formation flying. To maneuver a jet with its wing a yard from another plane’s–so close you can read the lettering on the
other pilot’s helmet–seems insane at first. But they tell you flying “wing”–that is just sticking to someone else’s wing, regardless of what they do–is the easiest part of
formation flying. The hardest part is flying “lead”–that, is leading the formation, with everyone following what you do.
It took me maybe 40 hours to realize they were right. Once I overcame my intense desire to die any other day but today and learned to tuck my wing right in behind somebody
else’s, life became a simple matter of hand-eye coordination. No thinking. Thinking was counterproductive. It led to speculation about why my life insurance premiums were so much higher than people who smoked two packs a day. Or wonder about “when is he going to pull out of this dive anyway, in China?”
Lead was the drag. The hard job, all right. It’s like driving 2 or 4 Formula One cars at once. You have to constantly think how every maneuver will effect the other planes in
your formation. A 3 “G” maneuver for you could be a 7 “G” maneuver for tail-end Charlie. It doesn’t take long for you to appreciate how much easier it is to fly “wing”.
That’s a long digression, but it’s the clearest way I can think of to explain why I’m flying to LA with no expectations. There is another explanation, of course. If you listen to the
Marquesa’s tape, you’ll know what I mean.
I do have a couple of hopes. One is that the Marquesa has or learns she has the ability to dominate me in any way she chooses. I feel if she is confident and secure in that ability, I will respond as she wants and she will have the confidence to use me in ways that are profitable to her. I do want to serve her. That is a message from her tapes I haven’t even
bothered to justify in terms of my own wants or needs.
The other is that I develop the trust and confidence in her to accept that shame and humiliation at her hands are what she has taught me to believe they are. That she will pull
out somewhere this side of a smoking crater. I hope that in spite of her power, I can say back to her “better to serve in hell than rule in heaven”.
Lord Acton was a great British historian who lectured on the French Revolution. He had one famous saying that relates to my fear of the Marquesa. You probably know it:
“Power corrupts; absolute power corrupts absolutely.” He had a less well known one that may or may not apply to me: “There is another world for the reparation of sin. The
wages of folly, however, are payable here below.”
Stay tuned. Second floor. Going down.