Hypnotic Ceremony
Sitting on the biggest lilypad in the center of the pond, they partook of the 'Maria Jane' and 'Damiana' teas and cakes.
He looked into her eyes,... big, round and hazy, and could tell. She was stoned.
So she'd be perfectly malleable to hypnotize.
She sat there yogi style, trying to go into a deep trance state. A seance, — where she'll let the spirits speak through her...
Meanwhile, he was helping her along, — by hypnotizing her.
They say you can't really hypnotize a person, if they don't somehow want it. But a person who deeply wants it, makes a very good subject.
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Tomek took the necklace off his neck, — the one that held the pointed crystal from the Fatherland on it. It was almost phallic shaped, like a man’s ‘tool’. He held it up before her face, before her eyes, and dangled it there. Back and forth, back and forth, he slowly, slowly swung the crystal before her crystallizing eyes.
"Look into the chain, disappear into it. That’s it... That’s it..."
He spoke, in a calm, monotone, but commanding, male, hypnotic voice.....
''Go down, — deep, deep, deep down within yourself. Find your inner self.....
''Deep, deep, down within, you are a flower. That is your essence. That is what you really are. Feel it. Feel the flower in you. Feel the bud. Feel the beginning.......
''Feel the heat of the sun above. Feel the Sun-God's shafts of light hit upon you, repeatedly. Warm to it. Respond to it. Lie back. Relax. Open up to it. Let yourself bloom. Let yourself flower. Come, come into all your glory. You are the prize-flower of the jungle. The prize flower of all life.
"Move, move your petals... Bloom for the Sun-God...."
In low voice, methodically, he kept repeating this.
Her eyes glazed. Half shut. Her legs and arms, all limbs, curled up. Slowly, softly, she fell back, on the lily pad. Tomek kept repeating his mantra.....
Her legs rose, like in some mythic, celestial play. And slowly drifted, swaying back and forth, in the air above her, carried lightly by the currents of the swamp wind...