Hypnotherapy
the Hypnotist & Ill Kase
the Hypnotist: Hypnotherapy EP, 2004
A man enters the hypnotists office, as directed by the hospital staff.
"Are you the Hypnotist?"
"Yes."
"The doctor said you could help me."
"Yes, have a seat, apparently you have amnesia. The police found you two seconds
short of a seizure, outside of a warehouse in Norwalk, Connecticut, which is where you
are now, in a hospital full of medicine. They ran fingerprint scans, we'll find your
file pronto. You were entered in Connecticut records as John Doe. I am here to rewire
your brain with the past, simply communicate, talk, but before all of that... Do you
remember anything about the bruises on your head?"
"Nah, but these pain killers 'bout to put me to bed."
"Well, is there any type of visual memory you can see?"
The man closes his eyes. "A badge and a stick, black masks, LAPD."
"Were you an officer of the law? Was that your occupation? Let's find some things
out through free association."
The hypnotist speaks to him to prepare a free association technique. They both
position themselves comfortably.
He begins, "I'm gonna say a word, you say the first thing that comes to mind: Law."
"Crime."
"Security."
"Hard to find."
"Future."
"Retirement."
"Salary."
"Not enough."
"Company."
"Mistrust."
"Solution."
"Handcuffs."
The Hypnotist moves on. "Ok, now we will uncover your life through hypnosis. Pay
attention to the sound; it's important you focus. Your eyelids get heavy, your body is
gettin' weak. Now when I snap my fingers twice, you'll fall right to sleep."
The hypnotist snaps his fingers twice, as he induces a trance upon him.
He continues, "Now think back to the last thing that happened in your life; is
there any traumatic experiences you dislike? Open up your eyes and let your mind go
free. So just look around you and tell me what you see."
The mans eyes mimic an REM cycle as he speaks. "Fifty cars at the bars, was the
fifth day of March. Sippin' hard grain got my brain thinkin' large. A hundred corkscrews
and a whore on her knees. A real party animal sittin' in front of me."
"What is he wearin'?"
"Black Armani suit."
"Age?"
"Twenty-eight, with a lot of patience."
"So was there any conversation?"
"Never mix pleasure with business. I'm sayin this 'cause if you do, we'll both be
facin' imprisonment. Lay off the liquor, and let's stick to this agenda."
"Who are you talking to?"
"Johnny Valencia."
"Who's that?"
"An employee at the LAPD."
"What?"
"The Lynchburg Accredited Public Depository. Johnny, you know this routine, set
the cameras on loop please, get me the mainframe, and let's transfer all this new cream
to the Swiss accounts. I got this whole thing figured out. You can take your twenty mil
and purchase a house."
"Ok, how do you fit into the story: What's your rank?"
"I'm Ronny Fabrizio, CEO of the bank."
"And if his cut was twenty-million, what was your slice? Please explain in detail
the night of the heist."
"All the fees were credited directly to me. A multi-millionaire is what I will soon
be. Check fees, service support, ATM fees. The files were converted and turned to mp3s.
All comparison in depth, like a simile. I got a swiss accomplice who transfers the list
for me."
The hypnotist laughs. "C'mon Ronny, you gotta be kidding me. You're tellin' me
everything turned out so simply?"
Ronny continues. "The plan is goin' smoothly, quicker than takin jewelry, but for
a hundred-sixty mil, anyone would screw me. 'Transaction complete' flashes on the screen.
I turn around and Johnny's team is standin' in back of me. Black masks, they tackle me,
drag me into a van. Blindfold me, gag me, this isn't part of the plan."
"What are your whereabouts?"
"Connecticut, a warehouse. They torture me til I gave em the wrong number to the
account. Now all I see is grey."
"What's the number, by the way?"
"00767678."
"Thank you. When you wake up, you won't remember this: the plan, or motive for
ever becoming rich. You go back to your life and live it with honesty, and forget about
your little encounter with Johnny V. The bruises on your head were caused by stick-up kids.
Three people took your wallet while on a business trip. You come out of your trance and
suddenly, youre AWAKE. That'll be all, Ronny. Good luck. And be safe."
Ronny gets up and shakes the hypnotist's hand, as he feels he helped to discover
what had happened to him. He knows in his mind that he is an honest man, who just wants
to go back to work. He walks out of the office, as the hypnotist smiles to himself.
© Hypnotik 2005