Hypnosis

Close your eyes now

Take a deep breath in

Now slowly out

Take a deep breath in

Now slowly out

Your eyes are closed

Take a deep breath in

Now slowly out

Take a deep breath in

Now slowly out

Your eyes are closed

In

Out

Your eyes are closed

Your eyes are closed

Notice how comfortable it feels to let them rest

Three, two, one, silence

Listen to the sound of my voice

You are not here

Listen to the sound of my voice

You are not here

Notice the color of the darkness behind your eyes

Blue, blue, blue

Notice the other sounds around you

Blue, blue, blue

Notice the movement of air across your face

Blue, blue, blue, in, out, three, two, two, two

Notice that all these things are music

Music

Notice that they are music

Why silence?

That's fine

That's fine

Can you hear me?

I can hear you

Can you hear music?

Yes

How does that feel?

It feels good

Now, think of a beautiful place

A place from when you were a child

A place with ice and snow and secret caves and a great expanse of sky

It's not cold though

You are perfectly comfortable

You are lying down on a bed of moss

Notice the taste of the snow

Notice the smell of cinnamon

And the sun is shining in the great expanse of

Sky and you can feel its warmth on your face

Do you feel it?

Yes

How does it feel?

It feels good

You are there

Where you always have been

You can see yourself on the mountaintop

And the man on the mountaintop can see you

You see each other because you are both you

Do you know where you are?

I think so

Think of your goal

Think of Kilimanjaro

This mountain, this high place

Standing at the top, proud, majestic

The cold mountain air and all the world beneath you

Now, think of how you got there

Think of all the small individual steps

You know how it happened

It was not an accident

It was not magic

It was not a coincidence of inspiration

You did it

You controlled it

Think of yourself at the bottom of the mountain

Maybe there is a small store selling knickknacks

Tiny ceramic mountains with llamas on them

Maybe you pick one up for Natalya

You buy one and put it in your pocket

Can you feel its weight in your pocket?

Yes

Good

Now, with that mountain in your pocket

You take the first step

Notice how it's just the smallest step onto a little patch of dirt

The trees overhead

And that step is so simple, so manageable, that to

Take that first step is the easiest thing imaginable

A child could do it

A child can take the first step

You remember this from the top of Kilimanjaro

You remember every step

You could never have imagined at the bottom

Of the mountain how simple each step would be

But how do I know where to go?

There is a path

There is a path

There is a path

There is a path made up of memory

And calmness and passion and instinct

And synthesis and happenstance

And practice and teachers and grandmothers

And your pencil

And lots of paper

And coffee

And toast

And bacon

And theatre and movies and operas

And churches and chessboards and subways

And café tables and chopsticks and incense and dolphins

And cactus

And dreams

And a kiss

And habit

And a piano

And you

How long have you been blocked?

Three years

That is a long time

I know

What happened three years ago?

I failed

And what happens next?