'Manufacturing Consent' and Hypnosis

Written by Robert Bruce Baird

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Any atmosphere that encourages imagery can alter consciousness. This may include: *The scent of burning incense *Lighting effects with flickering candles in darkness, stained glass windows *Emotion-arousing music, repetitive sounds, chanting *Symbolism with specific architectural designs, decor with pictures and ornate carvings, robes, etc. *Point of fixation such as an altar, picture, candle flame, or cross *Ceremony with certain rituals *Sermon with repetitive ideas or sounds and specific voice inflections *Silent meditation with eyes closed, focusing attention away fromrepparttar outer world torepparttar 105455 inner world ofrepparttar 105456 mind

Any and all of these factors {Plus repetitive propaganda and peer expectation.} may aidrepparttar 105457 creation of an altered state of consciousness, which some people callrepparttar 105458 superconscious state of a 'higher self' state. The unfortunate fact is that this state also is capitalized on by more than 5,000 cults in America, which exploit followers underrepparttar 105459 guise of healing, personal growth, and self-actualization.

My most memorable show ofrepparttar 105460 eighties was atrepparttar 105461 Pacific National Exhibition (PNE) in Vancouver, British Columbia. We held 33 evening concerts in 17 days. More than 50,000 people saw our presentations with up to 5,000 spectators at a single performance. The shows were done on a huge stage that was often over-crowded even though it could hold more than 200 people.

The expectancy ofrepparttar 105462 crowd reachedrepparttar 105463 point where I could walk on stage and within seconds have 50 to 100 people collapse in seconds and fall torepparttar 105464 floor. All I had to do was go torepparttar 105465 center ofrepparttar 105466 stage, look overrepparttar 105467 entire crowd, raise my right hand and simultaneously drop it, and in a commanding voice shout 'Sleep'. This was a quick way to getrepparttar 105468 show moving, and that was important for full entertainment impact. The audience couldn't get enough ofrepparttar 105469 show and enjoyedrepparttar 105470 humorrepparttar 105471 volunteers' antics created much more than howrepparttar 105472 actual hypnosis worked.” (7)

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Terri Schiavo Dancing

Written by Roger Wright

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Terri, now lacing up her skates. Michael watching. And overrepparttar loud speaker inrepparttar 105452 indoor cool mist skating rink: Jackson Browne:

Every one I know Everywhere I go People need some reason to believe

Terri smiling. A glow that warmsrepparttar 105453 entire ice rink. She and Michael skating in circles. He is enthralled. She is beaming. They are ice skating. A cool mist that somehow, someway warms them. Like they were some kind of northern people, despite Terri's gentle southern draw. She and Michael skating in circles.

And from those slow, lazy, circles aroundrepparttar 105454 cool misty ice rink; pretty Terri keeps skating as Michael fades: and she hears a tune tapped out on a floor that’s turned from ice into well worn wood. Tap dancing. An old black man inrepparttar 105455 corner of. . . .it’s a cell. . .he bows and taps out:

Once I livedrepparttar 105456 life of a millionaire Spending my money, I just didn’t care Took all of my friends out For a very good time Buying bootleg whiskey Champaign and wine. . . .

Terri watches andrepparttar 105457 old man says, “Mr William Robinson. They call me Bo Jangles. I am pleased to meet you ma'am."

Terri nods. He says---someday there will be a song. . .and torepparttar 105458 rhythm ofrepparttar 105459 tap dance Terri watches and hears:

I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you In worn out shoes With silver hair a ragged shirt and baggy pants The old soft shoe He jumped so high, jumped so high. .

And then torepparttar 105460 rhythm ofrepparttar 105461 tap. Terri heardrepparttar 105462 noise that had somehow been lingering atrepparttar 105463 edge of something far away. She heard:

“This is aboutrepparttar 105464 sanctity of life.” Butrepparttar 105465 distant clamor ofrepparttar 105466 noise andrepparttar 105467 hollow mish mash ofrepparttar 105468 words spoken about some one other than her fade into dust and then nothing as Mr Bojangles keeps dancing. He taps out:

I met him in a cell in New Orleans. I was Down and out

She heard her poor, sad parents and brother from far, far away: and she forgave them.

Mr Bojangles tapped out

He talked of life, he talked of life. . .

And then they were ice skating again! She and Michael. And allrepparttar 105469 noise from far away not only gone, it was forgotten.

And then Mr Bojangles: she heard him tap:

He let go a laugh, he let go a laugh Shook back his clothes all around!

And then with allrepparttar 105470 clamor ofrepparttar 105471 background noise gone, just like on a bright, clear Easter morning, leaping up fromrepparttar 105472 circles of that ice rink, beaming like she did when she first walked thru that kitchen door:

Mr Bojangles gave her a nod. And Terri Schiavo tapped out her own dance.

Roger Wright can be found on his salon.com blog CHURCH FOOD CHICAGO. He connects things in strange ways.

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