Category Archives: Discovery

Me, Myself and I

If you’re a regular reader then you’ll know I discuss various aspects of melody as an increasingly strong persona.  If you’re not a regular reader, this post may not make much sense.  It’s a mood piece and rambles a bit.  A post for me as the audience.

A Personal Journey Through D/s Hypnosis – Part 10, You Do It To Yourself

Hypnosis – You do it to yourself. The sub-conscious acts on the suggestions it wants to, those compatible with its desires and fantasies.  The hypnotist can’t make you want incompatible things, but they can manipulate the intensity of your desire to facilitate their suggestions for things you knowingly and unknowingly want, lowering barriers to adoption and implementation. The… Read More »

Faith

Today’s #StoryIn12 word prompt had me thinking on some old thoughts.  The word was Faith. The human psyche has a very definite religious need.  Yes, modern western society tends to regard itself as increasingly secular with regard to the major religions, yet the same people decrying the ‘gullibility’ of the religiously inclined are often those most involved with… Read More »

Parallel Lives

What we perceive to be parallel lines, aren’t.  My technical brain can envisage two things side-by-side going on forever.  The science of perspective tells me I can never actually see this.  The vanishing point in a picture is something to cause wonder.  The works of Vermeer are a wonderful example of putting the parallel in perspective. For myself,… Read More »

The Tragedy of E

This time I’m going all the way back to the time when I discovered Mrs Silks chat room and held my nerve long enough to stay there.  It’s a time that can’t be disentangled from E and the effects she had on my development.  Over a long period of years there were many downs alongside the ups which… Read More »

At the Car Wash

It’s a familiar thing these days.  Pull up in the supermarket car park in the crisp early morning and there’s a gang there in overalls and green jackets. You’re going to have to run the gauntlet of the very un-British thing of being asked a direct question by a stranger.  It’s as bad as the bus or the… Read More »