TRANCE TUESDAY -- COVERT HYPNOSIS VIA ANALOG MARKING AND EMBEDDED COMMANDS

My invention consists of a uniquely designed top that processes energy into its angular momentum, by a process known as precession, when the player manipulates it on an acrylic board. As a result of skilled Top-no-sis play, the top keeps spinning vibrantly. Today, we will explore the concepts of analog marking and embedded commands that hypnotherapists use covertly.

I demonstrated my invention at the FAO SCHWARZ toy store for many years . . .

A group approaches my station . . .

"Hi, thanks for stopping by. I call this toy Top-no-sis, and I'm here today to demonstrate and sign it for you."

Twice now, I have typed the words by Topnosis today in bold, distinguishing them from the crowd. (I'm surprised you haven't stopped reading and gone directly to my website to make a purchase)!  This is called analog marking. It is an embedded command.

One can do it by speaking those words a bit louder than the others, but in the store, I launched the spinning top a foot above the board and caught it again, when I vocalized each of those three words, effectively marking them. And people would buy Topnosis today!

You'll notice, of course, that by and buy, though different in derivation and spelling, sound the same (homophones). To the unconscious mind they are the same. It's called phonological ambiguity.   

Recognizing and responding to embedded commands is an unconscious reaction.

Another example:

As a family approaches my station. I repeat the embedded command mentioned above. Then one of the customers asks how long it would take to learn how to play?

"Well, starting from scratch, hmm, who knows, perhaps a day."

Two out of the five people in the group scratch their nose.  The unconscious mind cannot distinguish between knows and nose.  Then, I focus my sales effort on those two people, the two who were most responsive to my embedded command. That, by the way, is how stage hypnotists choose the 'volunteers' who will be coming up on stage.

Analog marking!

Embedded commands!

And to debunk a common belief: It is intelligence, not weakness, that is correlated with suggestibility.  

Until next Tuesday, then . . . relax . . . deep breaths . . . visit often . . . comment.

Well, there you have it . . .

BOTTOM LINE!

Guilt Ridden Addendum to Friday's Post

I'm not at all opposed to people using Twitter to keep in touch with a close group of friends, however inane the tweets may be. It's just that perhaps, in that case, those tweets should be in a private account rather than public, which, in my opinion,  should be filled with tweets that are exclusively witty, significant, original,  informative, etc.

The "Vent" In Inventor is Rearing its Ugly Head

I'm beginning to hate Twitter. Need it, but hate it. Damn! It's a dilemma. The overwhelming amount of inane tweets are driving me nuts. And, don't promote yourself six times a day. I heard you the first time!

I don't give a shit what you just ate, or what you bought your hubby for Christmas, or what the weather is like in your part of the world unless it's something dramatic like a tsunami, or how many more followers you need to make 200, or that you just stepped in your dog's shit, or that you're about to fly to Atlanta, or that you're hungover and have a headache. I hope your headache lasts a month and keeps you away from my Twitterdom. And I'm becoming bored with people who quote other people. Anybody can Google quotes up the fucking wazoo. Come up with original things to say and you'll get my attention.

And the whole daily god/no god conflict, ad nauseam, is a story without an end, immediately relegated to the slush pile by any editor worth her salt.  I'm an atheist, too, but it's an insignificant part of my life not worth engaging in daily arguments with believers over. If you're gonna do it, at least be witty, tongue-in-cheek, not venomous, like: if ur out of your gourd, you've found god! Hard to hate when you're laughing, and hard to laugh when you're hating.

Laughter is the best medicine, proven to relieve stress. Limit your tweets to witticisms or important and relevant bits of information. Share all your inane shit with your dog who will love you unconditionally in spite of yourself.

No apologies here. 

Your blog might be a more appropriate place to spit your shit.