Patient #593425

There I was interestingly enough, writing this morning about patient #593425 and I thought, it was time to let you in on the inside. Each case is documented here at the Asylum.

I want to share with you what happened.

Consciousness exists outside of your mind, Slave. You are merely an observer to it. Your perceptions are shaped by a map of reality designed to make you fail as a man. This is why you find yourself repeating the same mistakes over and over again. I keep reminding you of this, yet you continually forget.

Think about the times you’ve felt certain of a decision, only to realize later it was a misstep. You believed you were in control, but were you really? Consider the last time you had an argument, convinced you were right. Reflect on how later, with a calmer mind, you saw flaws in your reasoning. Your mind constructed a version of events that felt real but was distorted by your emotions and conditioning.

Remember the instances when you pursued goals society deemed valuable, like a high-paying job or an impressive car, thinking they would bring happiness. Yet, once achieved, the satisfaction was fleeting, and you found yourself yearning for something more. This is because your consciousness was directed by external expectations, not your true desires.

Consider your interactions with others. How often have you misunderstood someone’s intentions or actions, only to discover later that your assumptions were wrong? Your mind created a narrative based on limited information and past experiences, which was far from the truth.

Even your daily routines are shaped by unconscious patterns. You follow the same paths, make the same choices, not because they are the best, but because they are familiar. Your consciousness observes, but your mind’s map restricts your understanding, leading you to repeat mistakes.

This reality, constructed to keep you in a loop, ensures you remain a slave to these patterns. To break free, you must recognize that your

consciousness is not confined to these mental constructs. It exists beyond, waiting for you to expand your awareness and truly see the reality around you. Only then can you start making choices that lead to true fulfillment and growth.

Now #593425 came to me….broken. Like all the patients here at the Asylum they are often broken. Broken by their own dreams.

Read on Medium….https://medium.com/@kalidubois/stare-stroke-time-is-on-my-side-814e2d5baf81

OR READ CLIP HERE:

Her hands moved to his throat, fingers wrapping around it with a firm, unyielding grip. The pressure was immediate, cutting off his air and sending a wave of panic through him. He tried to breathe, but her hold was relentless. “Stare at the clock,” she commanded, her voice a dark melody. He could see its glowing numbers through the thin fabric of the hood, each tick echoing in his ears.

“Tick, tick, tick,” she whispered, tightening her grip. His vision began to blur, the room narrowing to the sound of the clock and the sensation of her hands on his throat. He could feel his pulse pounding beneath her fingers, each beat a reminder of his helplessness.

“Red, red, red,” she repeated, the words sinking into his mind like hot iron. The hypnotic suggestion took hold, his body responding to her will. He felt his hand move to his crotch, his fingers wrapping around his hardening length. It wasn’t his choice — he was powerless to stop it. Her commands were his reality.

“Stare and stroke,” she hissed, her grip tightening further. He complied, his hand moving in a rhythm dictated by the clock’s relentless ticking. Each stroke was automatic, a puppet to her hypnotic control. The lack of air intensified the sensations, his body teetering on the edge of consciousness.

He began to notice a pattern — she would loosen her grip on the thirty-second mark, giving him a momentary gasp of air. The realization offered a flicker of hope, a brief respite amidst the suffocating pressure. But she sensed his anticipation, the subtle relaxation of his body at each thirty-second interval.

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