TuesWE challenge, May 20, 2014, Mind Control

I once went to a convention and joined in on the evening’s live entertainment.  I say I joined in because the entertainer was a hypnotist and I was one of the 10 victims that had been volunteered as a good sport.  Not wanting to rain on the parade, I went along with the nine others, took seats on the stage (facing a rather large audience) and followed the hypnotist’s instructions.

 “You’re getting sleepy.  You no longer can keep your eyes open.  Your eyes are closing.  You’re now in a deep trance and will do as I say.  When I snap my fingers, you will awake, feeling happy and refreshed.”  I looked around and did what the others did; finally slumping down with eyes closed and I heard a voice.  His voice, saying, “You may go back to the audience.  He wasn’t very happy that I wasn’t under his control.

 I watched with the rest of the audience as he instructed one of the ladies (a beautiful young, happy lady)  to pretend she was Marilyn Monroe.  The young woman immediately went into an internal struggle; as though another was trying to possess her body and she was fighting it.  It was obvious that she liked herself and had no desire to be anyone else.  She was stressed and fighting.  I never knew if this was a cruel joke or if the hypnotist did this without thinking, but he quickly realized his mistake and brought her out of the trance.  She woke, but looked like she was going to be sick.

 He then proceeding to the other victims on stage and the rest of his act was funny.  He had a guy in the Indy 500s racing; another sailing.  My favorite one was what he did to a dear friend of mine.  He convinced her that money was falling from the sky and she’d be rich if she caught and stored this money.  At first, she caught the money and stuffed it down her bra.  It must have filled up because she started tossing it up her shirt (quite lady like).   She woke up feeling more than refreshed, but that entire evening, she continually adjusted her bra.

 You probably know now what this challenge is about – mind control.  More to the point, after hypnosis, what path did that person take?  Did the money lady accumulate real wealth or did she spend her life savings at a casino?

 You can be either the hypnotist having fun with people’s minds or the victim.  Tell us the story.

Challenge:  You are either a hypnotist having fun with people’s minds or you are the victim of a hypnotist’s whims.  What happened while under a trance and what happened after?.

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Mary Fairy

Morning Glory, gracefully opened her delicate petals to welcome the morning sunshine. However, all was not well, for many of her petals itched and some were sticky.

Mary Fairy woke up extremely angry. She had been sleeping in Morning’s petal bed. “Why are you waking me up so early? The sun’s not even up and you know I love to sleep in.”

Morning Glory told her, “Dear fairy, rise and get to work. There is much for you to do and it’s going to be a beautiful spring day– perfect for spring cleaning. This room you live in is a pig sty and it’s time you help me clean it. Now, make your bed.

“Fine. Whatever you say and after that, I have fairy dust to spread.” The lazy little fairy swept everything, including the bedding she was sleeping on under a petal. Then she stomped on it so as to flatten it out, hoping it wouldn’t be noticed. Flying off to find better bedding, she thought to herself, I’m not about to go back there. Not only are Morning Glories petals stuck together by the honey I was eating in bed, but I tracked in tulip pollen. No way do I want to hear her screeching about cross pollination and the fact that her babies might look like tulips or worse.

Lazy Mary was surprised to learn that the grape vine had told all of the flowers in the garden of her misbehavior. As she spoke with each flower (or tried to) it would close its petals tight and refused the little fairy entrance. Flying from flower to flower, she began tiring – the sun falling to the west.

Later that evening she found a flower getting ready to retire for the night. She asked the flower, “Would you allow me to sleep in your petal bed?”

“You would be a welcome addition to my many fine petals.”

“Would you allow me to sleep in late?”

“Of course. Fly on in.”

Mary Fairy found her new bed to be warm and cozy, but just as she was dozing off, she heard a last word.

“In fact, you’ll never again be forced to awake early in the spring — or ever,” Venus Flytrap said while preparing for his evening meal.

 

The moral to this story is: Hide in Greg’s garage until spring is over if you want to avoid spring cleaning.

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Today’s challenge: start with something extraordinary and make it ordinary.