I am lucky - I am a representative of a generation that has seen everything in its lifetime. After the massive television sessions of the famous "psychotherapist", nothing will frighten or surprise us. We drank water charged by another psychic, and believed that a special energy was transmitted through the TV screen. And you can't argue: if the opposite is not proven, then the fact cannot be denied.
By the way, about the sessions. No matter how they laughed at them today, they acted. Not at all, and not always, but the effect was. And why ridicule: even earlier in my childhood in the circus or at a variety show one could see real hypnotists. At first I wanted to put the phrase in quotes, and then I thought it would be wrong. People who performed on the arena and on stage, in addition to their artistic gift, also possessed the ability to suggest.
So that they were quite real! And this is a talent, I tell you: try to hold the attention of at least three people for ten minutes, and even inspire them with certain thoughts. We bet that only a few out of tens, or even hundreds, have such a gift. Within a minute, your audience will begin to yawn, turn away, and be distracted by other topics.
Alas, now this genre has sunk into the past. In any case, I have never heard of such a thing. Today, when the dream of "15 minutes of fame" has become accessible and tangible thanks to the Internet, few people can be surprised by online meditations and live sermons. Everyone tries their best, but only few succeed. There is no and will not be with you, home-grown hypnotists and would-be masters of such fame as K. and the now deceased Ch. These were not just mass entertainers or natural-born showmen. These are hypnotists and witches with a capital letter. So that. Checkmate, lovers of quick glory.
In real life, you cannot even hypnotize a chicken, which you are only taught in the "academies" of bioenergy, magic and other offices.
Once, in my distant school childhood, I happened to visit the circus for a performance with the participation of a hypnotist. Over the years, details have been erased from memory, but one moment is well remembered. To identify the most suggestible personalities, the maestro conducted a session of mass hypnosis. Its meaning boiled down to the fact that it was necessary to close his hands in a "lock" while he said "special words" to the appropriate music. Then, on command from the arena, the audience had to try to unhook their hands. With great effort, I managed to unclench the "lock": the palms seemed to stick to each other. But adolescent maximalism did not give a single chance to hypnotic effects. Then, guided by some criteria, the master chose volunteers from the hall and they, as they say now, “lit”. And these were not dummies, but quite real people. You ask,where such confidence? Among them was our accompanying teacher. So we laughed later! In fact, the teacher did not remember anything about how she performed in the arena. Therefore, I vouch for the accuracy of the information.
For a long time after this incident, I was sincerely convinced that I did not succumb to hypnosis. I was proud of my abilities and immunity to other people's will. And in fact: gypsies and other werewolves are still bypassing me. But here, most likely, the point is in the "special" look with which I know how to look at people unpleasant to me. The people aptly describe him as "gifted with a ruble." After such a generous gift, the gypsies, hissing and swearing in two languages, pick up their multi-layered skirts and hurry away into the dusty city distances.
But I shouldn't compete with professional hypnotists. Many years later, after the first meeting with them, I unexpectedly found out that I was succumbing to suggestion.
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We once filmed a commercial for a psychiatrist. In addition to the traditional ways of working, the doctor also practices a hypnotic effect on the adherents of the order of a glass and smoking pipes. The patients were real, they all agreed to be filmed: the presentation video was supposed to be shown outside the country. According to the script, we had to shoot footage of group therapy and hypnosis. The operator scanned the field of action through the viewfinder and shook his head sadly: one of the seats was unoccupied. We tried to reshuffle the chairs and characters. It turned out even worse. My ingenious partner slapped himself on the forehead and told me to take an empty seat. I was not at all embarrassed: as already mentioned above, the video was not intended to be shown to the general public in my native land. And if someone saw me in the line of Alcoholics Anonymous,what's so shameful? Can I repent and take my mind, for that matter!
A little remark: I have an even attitude towards alcohol. As they say, I can drink, but I can not drink. That is, I am not building a righteous woman, and I can relax for the company. But I don't see any particular need.
The session went on as usual. In order not to spoil the general plan, I leaned back in my chair, like my anonymous neighbors, and closed my eyes. The psychiatrist-hypnotist was broadcasting something, howling in different ways, actively driving air masses around the room, making rotational movements with his hands. I didn't even want to sleep. The main thing is to keep the expression of meaningful immersion in a trance on your face. I heard how the operator rumbled with a tripod, how he softly swore in a low voice when the size of the room did not allow making another brilliant shot. In a word, I was more likely to be in the process of shooting, not a session. Finally, we tortured the customer and his patients and departed with bows.
There were two weeks left before the New Year - this is important. A couple of days later we arrived at the dacha and decided to celebrate Friday. And then miracles began: I not only did not want a glass of delicious wine, the very thought that I would drink was disgusting to me to the point of nausea. This is the number, I thought, how am I going to celebrate the New Year!
And yes, I took a strong sip of wine. It really was disgusting and tasteless to me, but the prospect of celebrating the holiday without champagne was scary.
So I succumb to hypnosis, and what “broke the mindset” of my own free will is not from a great mind.
Everyone is susceptible to suggestion - the only question is the skill of a specialist. And don't think that if you don't believe in the existence of hypnosis, it won't work. On the contrary, the more a person is confident in his invulnerability, the easier it is to "bewitch" him. He simply loses vigilance, which, in fact, happened to me.