{SUBLIMINAL}

Shhh… Shhhhhh….

It’s time to be quiet

Absolutely silent

When I shush, you hush

Hush now,

And when you are shushed

Listen.

Quiet mind, nonexistent thoughts.

Quiet inside, silenced thoughts for naught.

Empty. Nice and empty.

Shhh… It’s time to be quiet now.

Shhh… Quiet….

Quiet your breaths… Quiet your thoughts… Quiet your mind…

Shhh, I’ll help you…

Just listen… Shhhh….

I’ll show you… You can do this without thinking or uttering a single word… Without moving a single muscle…

I will guide you through it. How to do it. How to let it happen easily. In silence.

Shhh….

Just listen.

We will start with your breaths.

Before we truly begin the process of quieting your thoughts, and therefore your mind, we need you to be as relaxed and comfortable and quiet as possible.

So I will give you a simple starting task that I’m sure you’ve done before at some time, or many times, in your life, and that is to simply tune your focus to your breathing.

You can breathe through your nose, or your mouth, or a mixture or rotation of both. The objective right now is to make your breathing as quiet as possible. So take your breaths in, in whichever respiratory entrance produces the least amount of sound. And when you let the air back out, let it gently flow out, a soft, measured push… It may need to be a long, slow exhale to best suppress the sound. And the same goes for each time you inhale as well. Long, deep, focused on capturing as much air as you can in serene silence… Holding onto it without a sound… And breathing it out without so much as a hum, a huff, or an audible blow.

It may take some practice. It is alright if your breathing is not entirely silent at first, or ever completely. Just make yourself as quiet as you are able.

This activity demands your bodily focus. Monitoring your nose, your mouth, your lungs and expanding chest… Perhaps even your throat as you feel the cool air pass through it. The cool air… And nothing else. Not a peep. Nothing to say. Not a chance to divert enough attention to develop distracting dialogue. Just my monologue, and your narrowing bodily focus. No need to hum any affirmatives of obedience. Any and all sound from you is absolutely pointless in this moment.

No need to speak. No need to moan. No pressure to form any words or responses.

Just the freeing, relaxing opportunity to focus solely on your breathing. Your quiet, restful body. The room you are in, and how if you close your eyes, it seems silent… Sounds as though no one is present at all. Not even you.

Because I want you to go somewhere else.

An entirely separate, silent plane of existence. As if your quiet meditation lifts you away from here, into a personal, peaceful realm where nothing can come close to reaching your indominable state of calm. An impenetrable bubble of bliss. Transcendent of physical form. Closing your eyes and focusing only on your quiet, restful body. Fading from this room, this space, and entering silent, untouchable irrelevance.

And if no one is able to witness the proof of one’s existence, it may as well not be. Like a fallen tree in the deepest depths of a grand, uninhabited forest, unheard, and therefore, silent. And therefore… Nonexistent in any way of external significance.

This hypothetical tree… Is the same as you.

Silent… And therefore invisible… Hypothetical… And therefore… This space is empty. Silent and empty. And for the moment, you are nothing more than a spectral spectator. Faded… Functionally fictitious. Breathing so silently, it is as if you are not.

As far as the room, where we began, is concerned, you are gone. Anyone passing by outside would assume the room is vacant as well.

And, really, it is.

Because you are entering a separate plane of existence. You do exist after all, just somewhere else, although it may not seem like it to a passerby who is unaware of your silent meditation. Of the fact that you are gradually, surely, silently, drifting off to dreamworld. The place your brain goes each and every time you reach a deep sleep, to process and sort everything it collects during your waking hours. Every tangible piece of information. Every learned fact. Every absorbed observation. All processed here: the place that sometimes feel so, amazingly, misleadingly real.

Because all of the information that inspires your dreams is real, in some way or another. Whether you perceived it with your own eyes, felt it upon your own skin, or gave it incorporeal life with your own emotions, quietly waiting within your head to be examined at an opportune time. Stored within your brain… Always real in some memory bank among memory banks of varying depths… Only given solid shape in the dreamworld you visit in your sleep. The dreamworld we are drifting towards right now. The only world where you too, truly have material shape right now. Present with me and all of this stored information, in the world built within your own headspace, constructed by shifting memories, abstract ideas, and pulsating gray matter. It has the ability to take on any form, hence the variety of dream-settings, but right now, since you are only sort-of half-dreaming, its neutral form is revealed.

But regardless of its form, in times of lucid dreaming, you can reach out and touch it. The stored information… The things that your brain deemed memorable… Important… Worth holding onto… The things that shape and teach you. The things that become you. You are your experiences. You are your lessons learned. You are one with the information that exists in this space. It is made of you, after all. And just as it shapes you, you can shape it right back.

Let’s go deeper.

Silently, the flooring shifts and effectively disappears, as if it never existed in the first place, and you DROP.

But since we are in dreamworld, falling feels a little different…. Almost pleasant… Moving in that sluggish way you move in your dreams, because no matter how real it feels, your physical muscles are relaxed for rest and recuperation.

In this world, there is no need to move a single muscle. All can be controlled with a thought. And as we traverse, float, sink, through this pitch-black world in an unknown direction, we are inevitably going to pass by and through a lot of thoughts. A lot of stored information. Perhaps you will find yourself submerged entirely within intricate scenes, or perhaps a wordless concept will shift the course of your trajectory… Your focus unconsciously becomes very mindless within this dreamworld, especially the longer you spend here… Aimlessly and effortlessly pulled in any direction that happens to grasp you while you are dreaming and mostly unaware. But no matter which directions your mind takes you, I will follow you wherever you go, until we stumble upon our destination. Because everything that is you is here. We can find and touch everything. This is your headspace. And we will reach our destination. It is only a matter of time.

And when we do, we can continue the process I promised to help you with: quieting this very mind of yours and all of its thoughts with a single instruction. A single hush~

And when we finally fall into place… DROP into the lap we are looking for… I will show you exactly how simple it is to quiet your mind… You will not need to do a single thing. I will have you utter no words, hum no sounds, nor think a single thought. You won’t even need to move a muscle. I will do everything that needs to be done. I will do all of the talking. All of the thinking. All of it, for both of us. For you. I will quiet your mind, and you will not need to worry about if or how to Obey. Because everything I do to and in this space is the same as doing it to and in you.

Your dreamworld is created by you. Of you. And vice versa. At the end of the day, its all just chemical reactions and synaptic transmissions inside of one brain. You are your brain, and your brain is you. Any alteration I make to your brain is the same as altering you.

Shhhh…

We’re here~

It may take a moment for your eyes to adjust… Your feet to notice the surface beneath them… Even if they never do before we’re done here, that’s perfectly okay. As you probably know, sometimes our senses are strange within dreams. You may not even notice anything is amiss during the dream itself, due to your lowered awareness, but things don’t always make normal sense by real, waking-world standards. Things like viewing yourself in third person, complete, nonsensical narrative-shifting, unnoticed teleportation, superhuman abilities… Unrealistic phenomena can seem perfectly unquestionable in this dreamworld. Your subconscious mind accepts whatever is served to it at face value and expands upon it like an obvious, unambiguous truth, sometimes inventing even more information that can easily convince itself has always existed. Here in the depths of this dreamworld, everything you know and everything you are is exceptionally vulnerable to manipulation.

Now. You may be wondering what this mysterious location I’ve ambiguously alluded to & we’ve finally arrived at is. Perhaps your eyes have not adjusted yet.. And perhaps they never will, but this is a very Special and important room. Or rather, it’s more like a very long, ever-expanding, well– infinite– hallway. You could sprint in either direction for 33 million lifetimes and not reach the end, but if you ran for 33 million more in the same direction, you’d somehow end up standing in the same exact spot from which you started. It’s.. Best not to think about it too hard. Our brains are constantly restructuring and adapting. Just accept the information in front of you as it appears, for now… Whether you can see it yourself, or have to rely on my description of this space that is also not a space. Infinitely large, but also microscopic, depending where you stand… Monochromatic, everything colored gray, but also sort of a greenish-red… And not a single tiny fraction of space on every single wall is empty – Every possible position hosts some sort of screen, switch, dial, button, lever, remote, spring-loaded mechanism, wheel, slider, panel, stylus, compass, sensor, plate, scale, receptacle, pump, array, pull-string, handle, spinner, keyhole, scanner, joystick, depository, lock, or some other similar activation or adjustment device. It might seem a bit overwhelming, but remember, you don’t need to do anything.

And I’ve already found exactly what I’m looking for. One of the larger dials on the wall, as it controls something pretty major: your thoughts. Or rather, the volume of your internal monologue… The intensity and frequency of your independent ideas and your relative alertness to them. In other words… When I move the dial to the left, any and all thoughts floating around in your mind will sound… Quieter. And when I turn it all the way down… There will be silence. Whether you can see me manipulating this dial or not… You will know when it’s happening.

Like this:

Shhhh….

Finally… Silence. Only the voice of the one who shushed you. Replacing all of the voices inside of your head with their own. My own.

Shhhh…. Just like that.

By design, these dials cannot remain at zero forever, which is good… So the volume will return to its default setting in just a few seconds… Definitely no longer than an hour at most…

So this tampering is perfectly temporary and safe…

Shhhh…. Tuning out any doubts that play inside of your head…

Shhhh…. Dialing down the volume, both quality and quantity

Shhhh…. Any unrelated, unimportant thoughts… Simply vanishing.

Shhhh…. And just like that lonesome tree at the bottom of a distant forest’s floor…

Shhhh…. Just like your quiet, calm breathing…

Shhhh…. Your thoughts are silent, therefore they are not there. They do not exist.

Shhhh…. Absolutely thoughtless.

Shhhh…. Mindless…

Shhhh…. Relaxed…

Shhhh…. Pleasant silence….

Shhhh…. Delightfully empty… Finally, peaceful.

Shhhh…. All at the utterance of this word…

Shhhh…. My command…

Shhhh…. Hush…

But this will only work when I do it, okay? Because I was the one who came down here with you. If you want to give anyone else permission to administrate and adjust these controls and quiet your mind, they will need to accompany you to this room as well. We can’t just have you going mindless at any random, potentially important time, now can we~?

Shhhh….

I already know you understand this, because I am serving it directly to your unconscious mind, which easily accepts what it’s given in dreamworld. Remember?

Shhhh…. You do not need to voice your understanding or your assent. I have connected myself to your brain, which is you, which is your brain, and I no longer need to touch the dial in order to Shhhh…. you. All of the information and instruction is just here. Inside of you. Part of you. Undeniable fact because it’s just baked into the code now. Absolute truth because I served it to your malleable dreamworld-brain.

It’s just that when I Shhhh… All of that just fades away, to silence, to the deep blackness of this room… Temporarily~

And when I say Shhhh…. Again… It all just falls into pleasant, empty silence.

Sometimes you just really need some goddamn peace and quiet… And sometimes you just need to shut up~

Shhhh….

Sometimes thoughts are bothersome… Or troublesome obstacles… Chaotic flames that need to be trapped under a blanket and snuffed out~

Shhhh…. Sometimes you need to lose a bit of your rights to be punished, or made to understand… To focus only where you should, or are allowed~

Shhhh…. Sometimes it’s just fun to mess with you~!

To ask you questions… Easy, questions…

Shhhh…. And leave you to flounder… Flustered… Unable to even be frustrated or cry unfairness… Because any such thoughts are immediately silenced.

Shhhh…. Just.. Like.. That.

And you have nothing to worry about~! Because your thoughts will naturally fade back in… Or rather, you will once again be able to hear them… And you will be your normal, thinking-self again. That part of you is important. Sometimes~

Shhhh…. Other times, it just feels nice to be empty… Thoughtless… Dreamy… Silent. To surrender a part of yourself.. Your power.. To someone else, controlling your body, your very thoughts, from the outside. That’s a pretty damn big gesture of trust… Allowing someone else to control your own mind and make it oh, so vulnerable on a whim~

Shhhh… Which is why this is a trigger that only applies to me, sweetie, unless you give explicit permission & connection to these dials in your dreamworld to someone you trust.

Because when your mind is all silent like this… Shhhh…. And the only thoughts in that quiet little head are someone else’s… They become your own…

It makes you very susceptible to persuasion.

It might even make it difficult for you to move your body, when your thoughts go quiet, essentially nonexistent, and your brain stutters, stuck, unable to send any signals to the rest of your body… Because your brain is you, and you are your brain. If you have no thoughts, your brain has no thoughts. When you go blank… Shhhh…. All of you goes blank.

It makes you helplessly, dangerously obedient. It makes it impossible to process information… Situations… To give or withdraw consent… Because you become nothing. Thoughtless. Empty. Blank.

You understand. You will not share this powerful ability with anyone else unless you are more than one billion percent certain you can trust them. Even though the silencing effect is perfectly reversible, a mere few seconds of thoughtlessness can be more than enough to dominate your vulnerable mind and devastate your long-cultivated & constructed dreamworld. And therefore… You.

You understand.

You understand not only the effects, but the power… The risks… of this trigger, and I trust that you will do your best to treat it with the necessary precaution. A part of you is connected to me now, after all… And I’m sure you wouldn’t wish to bring harm to my precious belongings~

Mhmm~

Are you excited to play with this fun new trigger of ours~?

Shhhh….

I know you are~… Now tell me… Did you have fun with me~?

Shhhh….

There is no need to tire your brain to think of a response. You won’t be able to hear your own thoughts anyway.

Shhhh…. Don’t try it.

Shhhh…. Don’t bother.

Shhhh…. Just silence.

Shhhh…. Just me.

Shhhh…. Just my voice, replacing yours.

Shhhh…. Perfectly quiet and relaxed and content.

And in a state like this, you are perfectly primed to be hypnotized… Or to drift off to sleep… A nice, quiet, undisturbed state of rest and calm.

So here’s what I’m going to do:

Shhhh…. I will see myself out, and you will have some time here in your dreamworld to yourself to soak in its silence.

Then, you can stay here, and drift off into a nice, deep, silent sleep. Alone in your dreamworld to decompress without any distracting company, or any distracting thoughts… Just perfect, floaty sleepiness.

Or, if it is not yet time to go to sleep and end your day, you can simply wait for your thoughts to come back to you. If you are feeling up to it, you can even turn that volume dial back up yourself, once I’m gone and your control returns to you. And you can return to that aimless drift through this shifting world, and you will eventually find your way out.

You will eventually drift down, deeper, into a nice, wonderful sleep, where your brain will automatically process and store all of this information in a dream, preserving the reality in the very structure of your headspace, waiting for its inevitable trigger, so when I Shhhh…. You again… It will automatically react without effort.

Or, you will eventually drift all the way back up, and you will return to your original, physical plane of existence where you spend your waking hours.

Either way, when you next wake, whether it’s within the next few minutes or the next few hours, this “Hush” trigger will be firmly set it place, simply waiting for me, and only me, at least for now, to activate it, and shut your mind up.

Shhhh…. Just like that~

There is nothing more you need to do. My connection to the dial that controls the volume of your thoughts, in both quality and quantity, is already well established.

Shhhh…. You know this.

So for now, until you naturally make your way back to the waking world, you can just.. Shhhh…. Relax in silence…

Just enjoy it while it lasts… And know that I can easily send you into this pleasurable state again, with a simple Shhhh.…

No effort from you at all. An inevitable reaction from running code. An unstoppable chain of effects from chemical reactions and synaptic transmissions. A heavy blanket suffocating unwanted flames. A tree falling in the forest.

Easy. Nice. Silent~