reasonvemotion wrote:Guys your stories were all very interesting and I can relate to all three.
Your right Greylorn, the hypnotist used (I didn't think is was aversion), but more fear. Whilst sitting at his desk talking with him, he opened a drawer with some graphic colored pictures, I presume of some of the horrors cigarettes do to our mouths, I could feel my face filling with fear, my eyes "wide shut" at what I was about to SEE. He looked at me and then said, Mmmm, I don't think this will be necessary. Ha! All this and I had only caught a glimpse of the corner of the photograph.
Blaggard, interesting, here I was thinking, I am the rational one, wary of all, always looking for the "catch".
Spheres, Well done mate. Although the Aussie hospitality nearly cost you.
With all this in mind, I believe it was ultimately my choice, I was ready. I wanted to quit. I base this on the premise, there is not enough evidence as yet to prove or disprove the validity of hypnosis. Nevertheless thank you Sidhu Sarjit S Dr.
Yes that's what I get for being part of a group of visitors, (all Men) that allowed the locals, (all Men) to show us a good time during our stay. Oh it was a blast alright.
Before I asked for that cigarette, I had noticed that the air in the pub was a foul with cigarette smoke so thick you could almost cut it with a knife, burning my nose, I really wanted out of there, yet tied to a group in an unknown land, of singular transportation, and it annoyed me, surely having something to do with my pissed resolve, to ask for one. Can't beat them, join them? Thank god the taste, after only a month of abstinence, was more foul than the air.
I had in essence done hypnosis on myself, gradually over time. For 13 of the 14 years I smoked I wanted to quit. I used all kinds of imagery, of actual blackened lungs, excised from lung cancer victims; cussing at the brown/green sputum elimination, every morning following a good wake-up hacking; the absurdity of smoking one just before and after a 1.5 mile run, where I breathed like a choked carburetor, gasping for air, with an under 11 minute goal; the observance of others and their ridiculous posing's/gestures while inhaling tobacco smoke in a little rice paper tube, complete with filter, as a social to do, as if to say look at me, like a majorette I twirl my ember laden smoking baton with savoir faire, some looking like demented monkeys, rolling it with a puckered ooohhh look on their face, and those flamboyant hand waving's, sheesh, a reflection of me?; thoughts of not being a true leader for my children, that may cause them to accept it as a viable habit, a social crutch; and finally the kicker, when I tried to show my mates, my competition butterfly swimming abilities, where I could only muster half a lap, of maybe a 25 meter long pool, let alone a 100 meter fly, like I had done in competition, in a minute and four seconds. I ever so slowly planted, in my unconscious mind, through these observations, and anger with my continued foolishness, to such an extent, that over 13 years, I was able to finally throw them in the garbage, for the last time, them finally staying there, where I didn't grovel to the can, trying to piece them back together, with toilet paper, for a desperate fix of nicotine. I had finally reached that threshold, of reaching my subconscious mind complete, to triumph over matter, or rather chemical dependency, as I had been both physically and mentally addicted.
A professional hypnotist, can be much quicker of course, in a more relaxed and opened state, a more direct uncluttered communication channel opened, with more proper affirmations delivered. Though I've heard that some required more than one session.
How ever one gets there, it is in fact a wise man's/woman's imperative, of that, there is no doubt.
