What's In My Head

December 30th, 2006

Yesterday I gave my first Mohawk haircut, and wow was it fun!! It was my idea, and the roommate who replaced the quasi-Hundu crazyman in the room next to me agreed to it. For years now I have been offering to give anyone a Mohawk who would allow it. Until yesterday I had no takers, but the roommate we shall call Z said "Sure!" I didn't tell him until I was halfway through that I had never cut hair like that before. *laughing* But it came out really good. Z was even grateful.

I put my first erotic hypnotic trance .mp3 on the Internet for free download yesterday too, which I made in a free program called Audacity. It's called Holiday Trance 2006. It contains suggestions to get very turned on with a trigger that simutaneously also is a trigger to rehypnosis. It contains a suggestion to awaken the following day aroused and with the idea that the arousal was from the hypnotic suggestion I give. One more suggestion that is only given once, in such a way to easily allow the subject the choice to allow this suggestion to work or not, that gives the subject a gentle tongue licking their privates for the rest of the night.

I also edited my webpage, http://hypnotic-submission.org, for the first time in Dreamweaver. For over a decade I have wanted to be able to edit my own pages and put the pages up on the 'Net. Yesteday I achieved it, with the help of a dear freind who, although he is really busy, showed me exactly how to get my site into Dreamweaver, and how to then put up pages, which is really easy with software. All those former webpersonae who said learn HTML, let me take this opportunity to say, fuck you very much you dinosaurs. I can't believe that in this day and age ANYONE would bother authoring sites directly in HTML, when they look SO much better, cleaner, and are more consistent in code, with software. That's my mini-rant, I'm done. What a day!

Today, I have been internaly surveying my plans for this blog. I'd like to steer this blog in two directions in the coming year. I intend to tell some of the stories of my life here, interjected with a 'point of view' 'stream of consciousness' feel (or narrative?). I hope to blog a lot more as well.Tomorrow is New Years Eve, and I hope to make a New Years blog tomorrow.

Ossa

Well we evicted the crazy white Hindu guy. I am sitting here waiting for the phone to ring with people on their best behavior, calling to rent the room. Meanwhile my head is in a dozen places this morning.

The snakes? They are all doing great, I have been busy making their lives as pefect as possible, considering they live in cages. The one I worry about is Ossa. She is a uniquely lovely snake, with a soft pink background and cherry red saddles. She is wild caught, and from the Amazon basin in Guyana. I have mixed feelings about keeping a wild caught animal, in the first place, and normally I wouldn't participate in such a thing, but she is so beautiful I couldn't pass on her. She is rather unhappy since her travels to the USA, and she lets me know it at every opporttunity. The rest of my lovely boas were born in captivity, and are used to the life of a captive. Ossa tears at my heart. I can feel her deep longing for the jungle. She makes me supremely sad. Some days I want to hop a plane for Guyana, to let her go free. I am sure if I really tried I couldn't actually do that, because I am certain she was taken illegally from Guyana, although I didn't purchase her from a poacher. I would do the right thing if there was a clear way. Looks like the best I can do is to make her supremely comfortable.

What the hell ARE we doing in South America? What about the Amazon? With a twisted lump in my stomach, I think about a time where boa constrictors are extinct in the wild. I think about a time when the jungles are all but gone the way of plantations, where brown kids and black kids cut sugar cane in the hot sun, in a tropical sweat shop. All the while, white wealthy Americans wear snake skin. I actually saw items on eBay made from boa constrictor. Totally gave me the creeps.

Getting back to my Robot Project

Getting back to my robot. I spent all of two minutes creating him, and wow he's a great robot already. I named him r.slickwilly, which is especially funny as he has his little fits and starts learning the ways of service. He's anything but slick! : ) He is created after Isaac Asimov's Humaniforn Robot, like Data in Startrek, and the robots in I Robot (a movie based on the Asimov story of the same name).

This particular subject, when he is his robotic self, he does things that he cannot recall when he is unhypnotizeed. I never gave him the suggestion to even go under when he is r.slickwilly, much less to forget everything that happens. It's more like MPD (multiple personality disorder) than like hypnosis! *giggles* It's very interesting how two different subjects will construe the same suggestions differently, isn't it?

I made him buy a robot suit consisting a of a shiny silver long-sleeved leotard and a stretchy "helmet" made of the same shiny silver leotard material.

Life goes on

Instant Karma or Premji Gets A New Bindi

Well I know you're wondering about that title! But that's what happened. I live in a house with 14 bedrooms. I have a lot of roommates. They are a motley assortment of hippies, students, and just plain folk. Well we try to keep a balance between female and male energies here, and the room right next to me was vacant last. There seems to be a lot more males looking for a room, than females here, but we still endevour to keep things balanced. A guy named Premji (his spiritual name) came and we rented to him because he seemed so spiritual and mild and almost feminine. Before he even got all his stuff to his room he was abusing his step-dad who was nice enough to bring all his stuff here. It took a matter of hours before he unleashed his negativity into the house.

Now a bindi is that red dot you see on a Hindu's forehead sometimes. The Indian ladies looks so lovely in their sari's with thier bindis. This guy wears a version of a bindi sometimes but his is more like a whole hand of red paint hit his forehead. He was getting into problems leaving his vegan propaganda in the kitchen, smudging our whole house with excessive incense, and telling us all how to live. Not one of the carnivores here would ever even entertain the notion of telling him how to eat or how to live. He intrudes his trip into everything we do, and he won't shut up either, plus he is full of it. He makes up most of what he says. Let's see he said that "Buddhists believe that cats are the only animal without a soul", and that " there is a Japanese study showing bad effects of Rock & Roll on man-made crystals in petri dishes", and oh yes he told one roommate to eat the corn from his excrement", I think you're getting the pictuire here. He's out there. The second night he was here he called the Sherriff on me for listening to TV after 10PM. The cops told him not to use 911 anymore for trivial stuff and left. The next day I tell Pete (the guy who's supposed to eat the kernals of corn from Premji's poop acording to Premji), and he goes to talk to this crazy Hindu dude. One more note, the vegan shares a refrigerator with Pete. When he arrived he asked pete to put his meat in plastic bags, and Pete retorted put your vegetables in plastic bags. Ok, so Pete goes out to the backporch to give him a piece of his mind on the subject of calling the police.

The next thing I see is the little vegan flying through the kitchen with a new red stripe on his nose. Turns out he was being agressive with Pete and he started to throw his coffee on him, when Pete flipped the cup back at him backhanding it into his nose, giving Premji a perfect red bindi of blood on his nose. Sometimes karma is indeed instant. Namaste

Making Robots

I think it was high time I made an hypnotic robot or two. I made a cyborg a long time ago now, and it was great fun, but never a full robotic model. I am thinking of making a humaniform robot. Stay tuned, I will let you know how it goes. I have already picked a subject.

Anerythristic Dreams

Sometimes everything just fades to black and white and shades of grey. I have been trying to purchase a pair of what are commonly called anery or anerythristic boa constrictors. Anery or anerythristic means no red, just black and white and shades of grey. Today my day was filled with bad financial news, and I think it felt like an anerythristic day, with no color or joy or fun, just worrys and weight on my shoulders. Seems like those two little aneries are even farther away now than ever.

One

one . . . succulently

we are lovers on the beach

the waves kiss our toes

a break

Well, it's been quite a while since I blogged here. It's always good to take a break and see things from a new perspective.

a break

a break was needed
I'm glad it wasn't my arm
just my head instead

Iris

My favorite little snake died two days ago. I am grieving for her sweet little loving presence. She was a very special girl. Her name was Iris. In Greek Mythology Iris is the Goddess of the Rainbow: the one with the winged boots, and the messenger of the Gods and Goddesses of Mount Olympus. Iris shared her role as messenger of the gods with the Olympian Hermes. In real life Iris was a remarkable girl. She seemed to have lost her fear of people more completely than any other snake I have ever known. When she first came to me, she would hiss out of fear everytime I opened the cage. But before long she was happy to come out and play with me a while. She had a funny habit of hanging out in the front of her cage watching me. She would spend the whole day and night there sometimes. For those of you who don't know snakes, this is quite remarkable, because snakes generally spend most of their time hiding. She had some of the cutest double saddles near her neck, and because she was of Guyanese descent, they had a nice perfect peak on just the outsides of the double saddles. She had the cutest pink on her face.

She was so tiny too. I always figured she was a runt. There was her size and the fact that sometimes, after constricting her mouse, she would sometimes lose it—led me to believe she was more of a runt than just a bit small. Most baby boas have a very strong feeding response, but not her. She would also sit in my hand without moving, in large lazy loops, instead of moving all over the place like most snakes, trying to escape. I always figured that was part of her being so unafraid, but maybe it was a sign. Four days before she looked fine, but maybe she had some kind of restricted bowel all along. Three days before I didn't handle her. I got two big healthy beautiful Surinamese girls, Artemis and Aphrodite, so I was very busy that day and I missed handling Iris. The day before she died she was swollen, but I don't believe she was in pain. She looked constipated, and I soaked her like any good snake mom would twice that day, fully expecting to see her feeling better again in a few days time. But, unexpectedly, the next morning she was gone. I so enjoyed her time here with me. She was a very silly beautiful precious little snake spirit, and I loved her very much.