Hypno Inferno: The Process (Patreon)

Many of you have been asking, how do I do it? How do I create these audios? Well, I want to give those that are interested, a peek behind the curtain. Every audio/video I do comes with a roadmap. Whether it be a jumbled, chaotic accumilation of thoughts and ideas or a more structured concept. This new series is a bit more structured since I am well versed in the source material. Want to know the process? Well, here you go: (Also, mind the typos and grammar, this is a draft and not the final product.)

hypno file Inferno

the purpose of this file is to go into each level of hell

(Note) Circles of hell that will be reimagined.

(Modernize the concepts to fit outside of the biblical concept. Goal is to not rely heavily on the biblical tropes; each circle is a concept of hypno.)

Limbo(limp)

Lust (obv)

Gluttony(edging)

Greed (obv)

Wrath(power exchange maybe?)

Heresy (corruption)

Violence (primal play)

Fraud (deceit interrogation script)

The Betrayed

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(female voice) Midway upon the journey of life I found myself within a dark wood, for the straightforward pathway had been lost. I do not recall how I ventured into this forest... (transition to me speaking ) and yet the journey lay treacherous before you. Memory is a fickle thing you will see. With remembering comes the fallacy of forgetting that this is more. But how will one forget with memories of what is unmade in the moments that are behind us or the futures of the present becomes a tale that can only be told in words not yet come?

You don't recall, do you? Pathetic

Step by step, you will let your grace pull you down into my parlor, without even realizing it. You came here to save a lost, wandering mind, a part of yourself perhaps. Answers without the questions to describe and yet you thought your light was absolute. You thought you could walk through my dark, breathe in my air, and remain untouched. You are a fool, yet with a fool there will be a purpose. Entertainment. And understand these words carefully, I will enjoy this and in time...you will too.

Feel how easy your mind can slip on the rocks as we make our way to the sands. Just like poetry on the banks of the river with words mourned in the rushing waters, passing through these waters is the first step on the path to your descent under a starless sky with shades of dark swirling in clouds of nothingness. You cannot stand against the current of this dream. Yet, your kind will always try.

and fail...see with the world around you with rushing waters that fuel the river that cries in moving forward with the water itself wishing to move backwards, to correct itself, to find a new path, a new meaning, yet you will find that as you descend with me, the shadows will build the bridge for you to cross, so you will realize there can be a kindness from showing you a different path, yet we will find that each layer we tread, will be what you carry with you, the weight of my words blanketing you with the truth. Will you listen with a deep breath? Will you find that deafening silence in the footprints of the mind? Listen, breathe, and find here the nothingness in all things.

But the nothingness is never truly empty, is it? Looking out upon the dunes that hold the river Styx in its place, there is movement in the distance, a presence that is growing upon the horizon. The hues of blackness that snakes with wood holding a hull, a boat that extends with arms instead of oars, wood that is carved into the figure that extends from the base, a statue that is unable to remain motionless with a spine that extends and surrounds the base like a cage, yet you find the breath to hold onto as my ferryman comes forth. Adorn with teeth on its railings, understand as we make our journey, you will be consumed and with the giant tongue that moves forward to be at your feet, you will find there is no choice but to go forward...to be consumed. The warmth as you slide down, motionless in the voids of flesh that pulsate with life perverted. Yet with you we will savor you as a delicacy. The extensions of that warmth holding in as you are seated, reclined, and held until the first circle you spiral on the edges with the gravity of your situation pulling you down, down, down, to my limbo and your edge...Sharp in its contrasts and dull in the hope beyond these borders.

Yet you are full of flavors, but seasoning the flesh with the truths represented here will only heighten, elevate, and culminate when you reached your full potential, but we are getting ahead of ourselves with the present caverns stepping off as you are released into this place that echoes with dampness upon the ceiling that extends into canines of rocks that are hollow in its depths. Echoes of what once was, and futures unrealized with skeletons of lost dreams that decorate the floor picked clean. Watch your step now, as unfulfilled dreams are infectious, dreams that you had unrealized and yet, were very real in the vibrations of the guidance I give you now.

Look at them in this darkness that pales with light hidden in the cracks. There are small explosions in this dark, the vibrant silent voices clinging to the failure of their own inaction, full in the light of what could have been that is the tears wept by the shades that wander this damp rock. Faceless silhouettes of grey ash, moving without purpose, without sound. They do not scream... because they have forgotten what it means to be heard.

"But you cannot help yourself, can you? Your compulsion to help, to save, to connect, to fix what is broken. You reach into the fabric of your own self and can easily pull out a thought, folding it like a physical note. A desperate little plea written in the words that spell HELP, passed in the dark.

and as you press it into the chest of a passing shadow that comes close to your path, you will see something wonderous. You want him to read it. You want him to wake up. But there is no waking life for those who are the accumulations of their own shattered dreams that break like glass at the bottom of your feet.

Watch what happens to your words. Watch the ink bleed off the paper, sinking into the ash of his hands, crawling up his arms like dark veins until it carves a face into the smoke. Ancient eyes. A mouth that has forgotten how to speak.

This one you chose was once the one called Virgil. The grand poet of antiquity. The one who believed his verses could chart a path through the abyss. Look at him now, charred, empty, an ornament to the foyer of my humble abode.

Even he is just another empty vessel here, unable to satiate his own thirst for a light that will never come. Your note did not save him. It only reminded him of the words he can no longer write. See how your kindness damned him further into their own misery? If the greatest guide in history is nothing but dust in my cavern... what makes you think your light will survive the descent?

I will stain you in the hues of my words by the end and you will see the darkness as your own light. You can try to resist all you want, but ultimately the stains will dye you to darkness and wear the pleasures here like I do.

the motionless need that is stretched into a landscape of nothingness, but even in nothingness there is peace. Where every muscle is soothed in knowing that as the expanse limitless in the everything nothingness is, the dark will hold you still in between the joints, slow even with the blood flowing through your veins. Time is becomes the circle that surrounds the lands here and is what separates you from it. Stillness in inaction here can be the relief from the despair true, but my shadow will guide you from this place as stillness is too much of a mercy for you.

You will be aware in this re-dreaming of thoughts once had and held down to notice the messages you send to your arms are muted, you scream inside to direct your legs to move, slow, treading muck, as with just a breath, the weight of moving now is too great. Understanding that my fingers extend to move your own as the tethers that you will be guided into this place further, becomes more pronounced.

More to come, I hope you enjoyed this view into the process I take.