By Christopher Munroe
You’d tried everything, but nothing had worked. So you came to me.
I sat you down, made you comfortable.
Counted down from 100, each number causing you to fall into a deeper state of relaxation, each word causing you to sink deeper, trust deeper, fall deeper under the spell of the soft, soothing words I spoke to you.
And once I was confident you were under, I whispered my command in your ear.
“You will smoke.” I told you, and you never smoked again.
You never would have, had it not been for me.
That’s the power of pre-hypnotic suggestion…