This is my first go at a FD hypnosis script. I do like stories, and have thought that it would be fun to explore a world in trance. This script has not gone through final editing or even the "lab experiment" phase (LOL), but any feedback is welcome.
Chosen
There are dreams deep in the minds of men.
There lie castles and magic,
and women of great beauty and power.
You, and many others like you,
seek these dreams,
and are tugged one way or the other
by whispering voices in the darkness.
Sometimes experiences can feel surreal,
not knowing each night what you will remember
or what you will forget,
not knowing if you are closer to your dreams
or are just wandering.
Do you ever open your eyes and feel lost?
Don't worry.
With a little guidance, anyone can find their way.
You just need to discover what is to be found.
I will share a secret with you.
Many men have confided in me,
and I would not be surprised if you
find you share the fantasy of being chosen.
Wouldn't you like to look into the eyes of a benevolent Queen
and experience the rush of emotions from the touch of her hand?
I am sure you would.
Why? Because she is one who understands dreams
and knows how much potential you have.
Finding her is no accident. It happens because you are ready
to make a deeper connection to your inner desires.
Once you find your Queen, you will at last understand
why you have journeyed so far.
If you have not done so already, close your eyes.
Relax, listen, and allow everything to
become clearer to you, as I metaphorically describe
your fantasy of discovery.
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You have walked a bare path
for untold miles through darkening forests.
Nightfall is approaching, as you breathe deeply
and consider each of your weary steps.
One foot in front of the other,
feeling heavier by the minute,
you know you are getting closer to sleep.
You are not alone in your weariness.
Many travelers before you have
found themselves here, drifting off
without knowing why they walk this path.
Some do wander, and never find their way again.
But a few like you find a comfortable, safe place to be.
You emerge from the forest,
and see the far-off glow of torches
at the entrance to a protected city.
Soon you are within its gated walls,
and deep within those walls, there is shelter.
You are seated, and are feeling grateful
for warm food and cool drink.
Here it is only a little loud, as travelers
discuss many things. But to you their talk
is more like a buzz now:
indistinct, and not something which you
wish to focus on.
You desire rest,
as another beverage arrives
to quench your thirst.
Now even the mug is heavy to lift,
and your mind is feeling fuzzy.
Seated by yourself in a darkened corner,
you have observed others at nearby tables.
It is a late hour, and the crowd is thinning.
More quiet by the minute, the buzz dies down,
and there is soon little to do but glance at the
wide flickering candle at your table.
Wax slowly trickles from the edge
of a molten yellow pool, and
you sense your mind continuing to slow down
as that wax drips and cools, warm
yet now so still.
Yes, it is late, and you wish
to go to bed and dream.
“May I sit here, my Lord?”, you hear a voice say.
You slowly turn your head, and find in your sight
a beautiful lady, wearing dress of green velvet, and auburn hair.
She is smiling, her head tilted just slightly,
charming you through and through.
Without thinking, you smile inwardly and nod your head.
“I must tell you though, I am not a Lord,” you hear yourself say,
as she sits down beside you.
“If you say so, my Lord,” she says playfully,
a glint of deeper meaning in her emerald eyes.
You wish to think of something else to say,
but your mind is so foggy, yearning for rest.
It must be the ale. Yes, that's it.
You notice a touch, as she has taken your right hand into her own,
tracing the back side with a single finger.
“I see that you are tired.” You nod, eyes widening slightly
as her eyes sympathetically fill yours with tingly drowsiness.
“Shhhh... relax, and rest, my Lord. I will prepare you.”
You can only sit still, staring into those eyes,
until there is a hush.
The tavern fades away, and you
find yourself gently immersed in a tub
of water at a perfectly warm temperature.
A familiar voice lets you know you are not alone.
“You will be Chosen, my Lord, and I am helping you to find her,” she says.
For a moment you can still see her emerald eyes,
but only in your mind, as your eyes wish to remain closed.
Her fingers massage the back of your scalp.
You feel the warmth of the water pressing gently
all around your body,
and it is so easy to
drift in and out of awareness in time with her words.
“Relax, and let me guide you,” she says.
This feels wonderful.
Your feet feel tingly, warm, and heavy.
You are letting go.
“Men see many things when they look into the Queen's blue eyes, ” she continues
“They inspire. They must, for only a few are chosen.”
As she speaks, heaviness spreads upwards through your calves and knees.
Soothing warmth spreads in waves through your legs.
“Let go and simply float with my words,” you hear her say.
The warmth becomes a lightness within your limbs,
spreading to your hips and abdomen,
then up through your chest.
“And breathe deeply now”
You do, because this feels wonderful being
suspended within the bath, your scalp tingling
from the slow kneading of her fingertips.
Breathing regularly, your shoulders relax,
and your arms are light, so light.
“Cleansed of the old worries,
you will be able to see and be seen in new ways.”
This dream slowly shifts,
so that the water drains away,
even as the lightness remains within your spirit.
You can imagine yourself lying in near darkness
on a comfortable bed,
warm and dry now,
sinking deeper and deeper
into that bed.
The fireplace at your right glows
with red embers, and where you are
you may feel the warmth and there is that glow
against the skin of your arm, which is
laying atop the smooth bed sheet. No clothes
are needed, for it is better for feeling dreams.
In your mind it as if your eyes were open, although they must be shut,
getting heavy and heavier.
This mysterious woman is still by your side,
her finger slowly tracing a line down from your right shoulder.
“Burdens are lifting from you now,” she says.
Her fingers work magic on your arm, and you can gradually
feel the lightness within, the sensation of your arm
freed from all heaviness, even as the rest of your body
sinks more and more into the bed, feeling heavier and heavier.
Deeper and deeper you go, as your right arm tingles
and wants to rise, perhaps twitching its way higher with each passing moment
... higher and higher still ..
or perhaps it lifts smoothly in its own due time.
“Your arm is free to rise,” she says.
“Rise. Rise.” Yes, you can feel the lightness
whenever you wish, because you know you will
feel better the lighter it becomes, lifting away
She begins counting, allowing you
to feel more and more light magic
cast upon you, as your trance deepens
10 The higher your arm, the deeper you go
9
8 Right arm rising
7 Mind sinking
6 Right arm lifting, mind falling.
5 Lifting for me
4 Falling for me
3 Arm lifting so high, and is so light, as you go so deep.
2 Deeper
and 1 that's right
And now on the count of three, finally free of lightness, your right arm will sink down by your side, heavy and relaxed, as you imagine my emerald eyes watching everything about you drop. Deeper.
1 Imagine
2 Feel yourself
3 Drop (SNAP)
Right arm by your side, heavy and growing heavier with each breath,
your whole being allowing my words to carry you one step further
towards being chosen.
“These are deep dreams.
Soon you will look into the Queen's eyes
and feel her touch. You are almost ready.”
So now you can imagine yourself looking out again from walls.
You have journeyed so far, and have dreamt so long,
and dawn is approaching.
Through an open window you see the setting moon
sinking, following it down
slowly now as you Stand .. Staring .. Blank.
The moon is just above those distant forests
from where you came, dropping further down,
as you are Standing Staring Blank
until the moon sinks below the far horizon.
Those silver rays one last time
fall on green leaves,
and upon your skin,
there is not the warmth of the sun yet,
only the coolness of the evening air.
But you can now sense a turning
of yourself, away from the distant
and towards what is near.
You hear a voice, and you feel a
desire to face the Queen.
Somehow, you know it is her, and
you know her name, as
whispered to you by another.
In the dim but growing light
she begins searching you
with bluest eyes, and you hear her voice:
“Yes, look into my eyes,
The sun is rising,
and you feel your spirits lifting,
and it is not necessary to know why”
“Because you do not know me yet
but I have seen you journey from afar.”
“I see the potential within you,
not as a slave to desire,
but as someone seeking a
deeper connection.
You will find it.”
The Queen steps closer,
and you feel the touch of her hand
brushing your arm, sending
pleasant shivers through your body.
And you sense a warmth now
as the sun is rising.
You cannot know how long
you have stood here,
looking into her blue eyes.
But with sunlight you
see more clearly.
You feel you
know something more
about the woman
behind those eyes,
even if it is for now a feeling
of trust and comfort.
But it could be something more:
The connection created
between the Queen and her subject,
taking you to deeper places within you.
“For who you are,
and for what you can be,
I have chosen you,” she says.
“You are neither a servant
or a Knight, and I do not expect you to bow
or bend down on knee.
Free as you came,
you are free to go,
but my wish is that you'll want to
experience more in these lands.
When you feel you are ready,
I can show you.”
You see the Queen look past your shoulder.
There is a glint of recognition on her face.
“You are not alone,” she says, smiling.
“I see how you found me now. Not many do. This is good.
She is also one you can trust.”
This is a mysterious thing to hear
from a Queen.
She slowly turns away,
and you wish to follow her, to ask questions,
to learn, to do, to experience,
but alas, you cannot yet move, as you find yourself
staring blankly, standing within sunlight.
“Don't worry. She will return,” you hear that familiar voice whisper.
You recall the lady in the tavern, and a soothing bath,
and a soft resting place by a fire.
“The journey and discovery was difficult,
letting go not nearly so,
but learning will be easiest
now that you know where you are welcome.
The Queen wants you to stay.
And in way I will be with you,
to help you find your way
the next time you are lost.”
You feel the feminine presence
leave your side, and you sense
the dream is beginning to fade.
So now you can imagine yourself
observing yourself
in your current place of rest.
And you are now only five steps
away from being fully returned
from this dream to the real world,
ready to awaken fully, or slip
gently into a good night's rest.
There are only five steps
back, and you can
imagine taking them now.
1 Stepping forward from the dream
2 Returning to yourself, dream fading
3 Back now in your place of rest, the dream drifting from your mind
4 Breathing deeply and comfortably
and
5 Now returned from that dream fully, content knowing that,
when you wish, you can visit the Queen's realm again. When you are ready, she will be there.
