March 6th, 2003

abstract butterfly

out of boredom experience

When I was in high school, a mystical high school physics teacher in sandals (have you ever noticed that all great mystics teach physics?) at a science summer camp entertained the campers by hypnotizing kids and taking them through past lives. As my own theology allowed for at most one life, possibly two, I did not permit myself the joy of visiting my prior selves. But what visits my compadres experienced! One went to the great library of all knowledge in Atlantis, which was unfortunately closed (which, if you ask me, sounds like his past life and my present one are not that different). Another dual hypnosis yielded one prisoner and one camp guard (what an amazingly mystical coincidence). Hypnotized kids say the darnedest things.

I have been hypnotized a time or two, as part of some self-improvement process I'll detail another time, and discovered, to my disappointment, that I am not nearly as susceptible as I thought. I figured, hey, I love the Wizard of Oz, the Lord of the Rings, and the Dark Side of the Moon, not to mention more sci fi books than you can shake a stick at, so surely I, of all people, will be a good hypnosis subject. But alas, it was not to be. So I guess I'll never visit Atlantis, or find the past life in which I was really cool, or visit the angels pre-death, or anything. But now I must go to the bar association meeting, so I guess that's okay.