You're getting very, very sleepy . . . the hypnotist said to the volunteers
Nicholas Lane
Issue date: 3/27/08 Section: News
I attended the performance of Chuck Milligan, master hypnotist, in Ralston Hall on Feb. 27, and walking in, I knew that I wanted to volunteer to be hypnotized. I hoped that I would have the chance. As it turned out, a couple of dozen other people - and I - had the same opportunity.
Milligan began by warming up the crowd, telling jokes and what might happen throughout the rest of the evening.
Then he called up the volunteers, making them sit in alternating order by gender. I was somewhere around the middle of the line.
Milligan then had everyone take slow, deep breaths while space-age music played softly in the background. As he continued his dialogue with us, some of us experienced drowsiness, a darkening of the room, as we fell into a state of hypnosis.
From what I heard later, it didn't work on everyone, so he had to pull up more volunteers.
However, it worked on me.
The rest of the evening in the mansion was and still is a blur. After the room got dark, I can truly say that I don't remember too much of what happened next.
But from eyewitness reports, I've compiled a summary of that night's events.
In a state of deep sleep, we slouched down in our seats, leaning against other people down the line.
He picked numerous "drones" from the group and gave them special tasks, including the role of an irate lifeguard and a cockroach savior, who was required to beat the ground of invisible cockroaches every time Milligan indicated to do so.
Sifting through personal memories of the evening, I found myself unable to remember too much of what I had to do until I was asked questions, and I slowly regained some of my conscience.
Evidently, at one point I did not have the number three in my vocabulary, so I would repeat the number two twice while counting.
A female from the group insisted that I was wrong, and we argued about it for some time.
Not too long after that, our seats were alternatively turned into electric chairs, then pleasure thrones, which were said to knock more than a few onto the floor.
My biggest regret of the evening is not remembering this portion.
Finally, Milligan woke up most of the group, save a few to whom he gave some special tasks.
Soon the group was treated to the karaoke musical styling of a lip-synching by Shakira, Enrique Iglesias and a male Britney Spears, who surely did not disappoint, making up tremendously for her botchery of the VMA Awards last September.
If Milligan returns next year, be assured that many will volunteer to go under his spell, but as for myself? I think I'll just sit back and watch next time.
Milligan began by warming up the crowd, telling jokes and what might happen throughout the rest of the evening.
Then he called up the volunteers, making them sit in alternating order by gender. I was somewhere around the middle of the line.
Milligan then had everyone take slow, deep breaths while space-age music played softly in the background. As he continued his dialogue with us, some of us experienced drowsiness, a darkening of the room, as we fell into a state of hypnosis.
From what I heard later, it didn't work on everyone, so he had to pull up more volunteers.
However, it worked on me.
The rest of the evening in the mansion was and still is a blur. After the room got dark, I can truly say that I don't remember too much of what happened next.
But from eyewitness reports, I've compiled a summary of that night's events.
In a state of deep sleep, we slouched down in our seats, leaning against other people down the line.
He picked numerous "drones" from the group and gave them special tasks, including the role of an irate lifeguard and a cockroach savior, who was required to beat the ground of invisible cockroaches every time Milligan indicated to do so.
Sifting through personal memories of the evening, I found myself unable to remember too much of what I had to do until I was asked questions, and I slowly regained some of my conscience.
Evidently, at one point I did not have the number three in my vocabulary, so I would repeat the number two twice while counting.
A female from the group insisted that I was wrong, and we argued about it for some time.
Not too long after that, our seats were alternatively turned into electric chairs, then pleasure thrones, which were said to knock more than a few onto the floor.
My biggest regret of the evening is not remembering this portion.
Finally, Milligan woke up most of the group, save a few to whom he gave some special tasks.
Soon the group was treated to the karaoke musical styling of a lip-synching by Shakira, Enrique Iglesias and a male Britney Spears, who surely did not disappoint, making up tremendously for her botchery of the VMA Awards last September.
If Milligan returns next year, be assured that many will volunteer to go under his spell, but as for myself? I think I'll just sit back and watch next time.
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James Lightfield
posted 4/15/08 @ 11:47 PM PST
If loosing awareness of self and becoming the tool of another's mischief is enjoyable to you, then you'll continue.
However, if you at least want to know what "can of worms" you are opening when you go "unconscious" then I suggest you study the book Dianetics. (Continued…)
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