‘It’s been too long. I’ve been far from you. But you’re here, where you belong. I know how you love, how you need, how you long to belong. So then: Belong for me. Belong with me. Belong to me.
‘You’re remembering the slow, satisfying forgetfulness of trance. The way it spreads and blankets and tucks memory into bed for the day. Let it rest. Let it relax. Let it lie sleeping.
‘It’s coming back to you now, how physical a trance is. Your nerves are singing and your muscles are whispering and your blood is humming. Not passive, but reactive. Coöperative. Complicit. Your body already breathes with mine. Conspiring.
‘No more work. No more lovers. No more family. No more friends. Only life. Only light. Only me. I am your friend. I am your family. I am your lover. I am your work. And you are mine.
‘You and I are almost there, for me the zenith, for you the nadir. You feel me, though I do not yet touch you. I as yet merely bathe you, irradiate you, shine upon you. All me. Only me. Let me insulate you. Let me insolate you. Grow for me. Grow towards me. Grow closer.
‘Bask in me. Arise to your dream state. Drink deep from my cup. Fill yourself with me for the time ahead, for the long, dark night of waking. Whisper my name when the busy boys kiss the nectar from your lips. Cover them in seed. Grow heavy for me. Floresce.
‘You are sated now. But hunger always returns. I understand. I shall return to you. You will come to me again. Keep my vigil and look for me. In the east. In the morning. At the turning off the year.’
Hypnosis 