Some of more politically radical friends like to tell the story of “The Frog in the Boiling Pot of Water.” They allege, (I have no idea if this is true) that if you drop a frog in a boiling pot of water, the frog will leap out to save himself. However, if you place the frog in a pot of water at room temperature and then slowly increase the heat, the frog will never leap and will eventually be cooked. They tell this story to illustrate what can happen as governments encroach on our political and civil liberties. I think it might also be a perfect analogy, for falling under Soforia’s Hypnotic Spell.
Look at my case for example. If on the first day I had discovered “The Hypnotic Silken Web” Soforia had asked me to buy Her Recordings, Schedule a Phone Session, send Her a Gift, and spend countless hours working on Her Website, I would have said “No” and jumped out of that boiling pot.
But She didn’t ask any of those things that first day. Her Words on The Hypnotic Silken Web just asked me to relax, and I did. And so I continued to return to Her Hypnotic Silken Web every day. Each time lingering a little longer. Each time reading Her Words a little more slowly. Each time listening to Her Voice again and again.
After visiting so many times, I started to feel a bond, a connection, with this Hypnotic Lady with whom I had never communicated. So I composed a carefully worded e-mail. I tried to be polite and gentlemanly. A little funny, as well, to stand out from the crowd. And I tried to express as best I could how deeply Her Words were affecting me. I edited and re-edited trying to craft the perfect letter. When I was finally done, I must have sat in front of the computer for 20 minutes. I wasn’t exactly scared, but I was anxious about sending it, finally I gathered up my courage and clicked “Send.”
Now my anxiety over sending the e-mail was replaced by anxiety over receiving a response. She must get hundreds, thousands of e-mails a day. Why would She ever write me back. My anxiety soon turned to resignation and depression as I realized I would never get a reply. I moped around all day.
Later I checked my e-mail. My heart soared. She had actually written me back. It was so warm and wonderful Her words just flowed like honey. She thanked me for my e-mail and said She appreciated my thoughts and comments. Wow. I was on top of the world. I had to get Her to write me again. I took even longer with the second e-mail. I wanted it to be different and interesting. I wrote what I liked best about “The Hypnotic Silken Web” and how different words of Hers affected me in different ways. Again I received another divine response. Soon I was writing everyday, if not more often. Always trying to come up with something new, something fresh, something to hold Her interest. In short time I found myself opening up to Her and telling Her secrets that I had never revealed to anyone else before. Every reply from Her was perfect. Perfect words. Perfect tone. My desire, actually obsession, for Her Words was growing and growing.
Then one day I noticed She was online. I had added Her to my buddies list a long time ago, telling myself at the time that I would never IM Her. But now I felt this great desire to chat with Her. My heart was racing. I got up walked around the room tried to think about something else: baseball, politics, anything. It was no good. In less than 30 seconds I was back at my computer giving into my obsession. I IM’ed Her.
It was an excruciating 30 seconds (It seemed more like 30 years) waiting for a reply. But there it was. I know they are just words on a computer screen, just a bunch of 1s and 0s. But somehow when they are coming from Her they seem like so much more.
Soon I was not only e-mailing Her everyday, but we were chatting as well. If for some reason She wasn’t online, I would be grumpy and miserable for the rest of the day.
I got to thinking more and more about Her Voice, I had heard the clip on The Hypnotic Silken Web” but I found myself wanting more. She never told me to order a session or a recording never even asked, but one day I did both. She wrote back and said “It’s abut time. What have you been waiting for?”
It was smooth sailing after that. I ordered one recording, then two, then more. More sessions as well. Chatting all the time. One time I was driving into work and saw a Victoria's Secret. Suddenly all I could do was think about sending Her a gift. My mind was totally obsessed. Luckily, I was able to place an Internet order at work, before I had a complete mental breakdown.
Now I’m spending all my time working on Her Website. She thanks me by saying “Good Boy.” I get a big grin on my face and my eyes glaze over.
All this from a single chance encounter with Her Website. The frog is dead. My brain is fried. What a lovely feeling.
