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like you i am also looking for more covert. I know the basics though.maby we could talk about it.
I am sorry Reg but this is a statement only without any arguments.
Would you please be so kind and use some arguments to make your point of view clearer and supported?
Otherwise you diminish the value of your own statement.
I would not agree that it's a "dream". The level of hypnosis is a dream but not Covert Hypnosis by itself.
Even insinuation or implication is a kind of covert hypnosis. You say something but the unconscious result is different.
I will absolutely agree that you can not totally control someones mind using C H but will not agree to it's non existence.
Or maybe let me ask you:
WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY COVERT HYPNOSIS?
Maybe your opinion is based on your perception of CH?
Thanks in advance:)
Reg Blackwood - The Quicknotist said:Covert Hypnosis, like Santa Claus, is a marketer's dream and that's not all they have in common.
I think Reg's point is well taken Ian. The word covert is deliberately chosen by some to make it sound sneaky, like one is "getting away" with something, Conversational hypnosis on the other hand is about "how we communicate" and more properly How to communicate BETTER, Communicating "better" is about the NLP postulate " The meaning of a communication is the response you get.", All communication is hypnotic as it is aimed at bringing about a desired result.
AND ... the response you get when you use the word "covert" is purely a marketing effect. I think some one who REALLY understood Hypnosis would think the term Covert hypnosis was more than a bit of "over-hype" designed to pry dollars, pounds, Euros and Marks out of the pockets of less sophisticated seekers of Hypnotic knowledge.
I am curious though.. If Reg does believe that Covert Hypnosis is non existant like Santa Claus ... Why he is flying half way around the world to teach a perhaps overpriced seminar in Amsterdam on Covert Hypnosis with Jonathan Chase,
Hugh Cole
The Pretty Goodest Hypnotist on the Planet
Ian Collins said:I am sorry Reg but this is a statement only without any arguments.
Would you please be so kind and use some arguments to make your point of view clearer and supported?
Otherwise you diminish the value of your own statement.
I would not agree that it's a "dream". The level of hypnosis is a dream but not Covert Hypnosis by itself.
Even insinuation or implication is a kind of covert hypnosis. You say something but the unconscious result is different.
I will absolutely agree that you can not totally control someones mind using C H but will not agree to it's non existence.
Or maybe let me ask you:
WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY COVERT HYPNOSIS?
Maybe your opinion is based on your perception of CH?
Thanks in advance:)
Reg Blackwood - The Quicknotist said:Covert Hypnosis, like Santa Claus, is a marketer's dream and that's not all they have in common.
I think Reg's point is well taken Ian. The word covert is deliberately chosen by some to make it sound sneaky, like one is "getting away" with something, Conversational hypnosis on the other hand is about "how we communicate" and more properly How to communicate BETTER, Communicating "better" is about the NLP postulate " The meaning of a communication is the response you get.", All communication is hypnotic as it is aimed at bringing about a desired result.
AND ... the response you get when you use the word "covert" is purely a marketing effect. I think some one who REALLY understood Hypnosis would think the term Covert hypnosis was more than a bit of "over-hype" designed to pry dollars, pounds, Euros and Marks out of the pockets of less sophisticated seekers of Hypnotic knowledge. I am curious though.. If Reg does believe that Covert Hypnosis is non existant like Santa Claus ... Why he is flying half way around the world to teach a perhaps overpriced seminar in Amsterdam on Covert Hypnosis with Jonathan Chase, Hugh Cole
The Pretty Goodest Hypnotist on the Planet
Ian Collins said:I am sorry Reg but this is a statement only without any arguments.
Would you please be so kind and use some arguments to make your point of view clearer and supported?
Otherwise you diminish the value of your own statement.
I would not agree that it's a "dream". The level of hypnosis is a dream but not Covert Hypnosis by itself.
Even insinuation or implication is a kind of covert hypnosis. You say something but the unconscious result is different.
I will absolutely agree that you can not totally control someones mind using C H but will not agree to it's non existence.
Or maybe let me ask you:
WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY COVERT HYPNOSIS?
Maybe your opinion is based on your perception of CH?
Thanks in advance:)
Reg Blackwood - The Quicknotist said:Covert Hypnosis, like Santa Claus, is a marketer's dream and that's not all they have in common.
If it were all the way around the world Jon, I'd just end up back here ;)
Let's just agree to say it's the other side of the world.
Reg
Getting my head around this tricky naviagional metaphor.
In my youth, I trained for seven years as a navigator, and as such could be considered a bit of an expert on the subject.
I must concur with the growing consensus, that Hugh was correct in his original (geographical) estimation of the situation.
Lets just hope that by the time of the actual seminar (in November) , Jon, Reg and Justin can all come to some consensus as to where the venue is, and all end up in the same geographical location at the same time.
And of course, like others, I wish them the best of luck with the seminar.
Just in case anyone does get lost, it is always good to have a map, and as Ian Collins suggested earlier that Poetry was good source of covert language, I offer you the free gift of this Map:
LOve and hugs,
Captain Fable
The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies--
Such a carriage, such ease and such grace!
Such solemnity, too! One could see he was wise,
The moment one looked in his face!
He had bought a large map representing the sea,
Without the least vestige of land:
And the crew were much pleased when they found it to be
A map they could all understand.
"What's the good of Mercator's North Poles and Equators,
Tropics, Zones, and Meridian Lines?"
So the Bellman would cry: and the crew would reply
"They are merely conventional signs!
"Other maps are such shapes, with their islands and capes!
But we've got our brave Captain to thank:
(So the crew would protest) "that he's bought us the best--
A perfect and absolute blank!"
This was charming, no doubt; but they shortly found out
That the Captain they trusted so well
Had only one notion for crossing the ocean,
And that was to tingle his bell.
He was thoughtful and grave--but the orders he gave
Were enough to bewilder a crew.
When he cried "Steer to starboard, but keep her head larboard!"
What on earth was the helmsman to do?
Then the bowsprit got mixed with the rudder sometimes:
A thing, as the Bellman remarked,
That frequently happens in tropical climes,
When a vessel is, so to speak, "snarked."
But the principal failing occurred in the sailing,
And the Bellman, perplexed and distressed,
Said he had hoped, at least, when the wind blew due East,
That the ship would not travel due West!
But the danger was past--they had landed at last,
With their boxes, portmanteaus, and bags:
Yet at first sight the crew were not pleased with the view,
Which consisted to chasms and crags.
The Bellman perceived that their spirits were low,
And repeated in musical tone
Some jokes he had kept for a season of woe--
But the crew would do nothing but groan.
He served out some grog with a liberal hand,
And bade them sit down on the beach:
And they could not but own that their Captain looked grand,
As he stood and delivered his speech.
"Friends, Romans, and countrymen, lend me your ears!"
(They were all of them fond of quotations:
So they drank to his health, and they gave him three cheers,
While he served out additional rations).
"We have sailed many months, we have sailed many weeks,
(Four weeks to the month you may mark),
But never as yet ('tis your Captain who speaks)
Have we caught the least glimpse of a Snark!
"We have sailed many weeks, we have sailed many days,
(Seven days to the week I allow),
But a Snark, on the which we might lovingly gaze,
We have never beheld till now!
"Come, listen, my men, while I tell you again
The five unmistakable marks
By which you may know, wheresoever you go,
The warranted genuine Snarks.
"Let us take them in order. The first is the taste,
Which is meager and hollow, but crisp:
Like a coat that is rather too tight in the waist,
With a flavor of Will-o-the-wisp.
"Its habit of getting up late you'll agree
That it carries too far, when I say
That it frequently breakfasts at five-o'clock tea,
And dines on the following day.
"The third is its slowness in taking a jest.
Should you happen to venture on one,
It will sigh like a thing that is deeply distressed:
And it always looks grave at a pun.
"The fourth is its fondness for bathing-machines,
Which is constantly carries about,
And believes that they add to the beauty of scenes--
A sentiment open to doubt.
"The fifth is ambition. It next will be right
To describe each particular batch:
Distinguishing those that have feathers, and bite,
And those that have whiskers, and scratch.
"For, although common Snarks do no manner of harm,
Yet, I feel it my duty to say,
Some are Boojums--" The Bellman broke off in alarm,
For the Baker had fainted away.
When it comes to the accuracy of maps -- I have been forever linked to one of the coolest maps ever -
Idaho Observer: Map projection linked to upsidedown worldview
http://proliberty.com/observer//20050410.htm
Michael E.
PS - There was a lot of covert:) and sneaky stuff in Fable's poem - Thanks for sharing--
Fable Goodman said:Getting my head around this tricky naviagional metaphor.
In my youth, I trained for seven years as a navigator, and as such could be considered a bit of an expert on the subject.
I must concur with the growing consensus, that Hugh was correct in his original (geographical) estimation of the situation.
Lets just hope that by the time of the actual seminar (in November) , Jon, Reg and Justin can all come to some consensus as to where the venue is, and all end up in the same geographical location at the same time.
And of course, like others, I wish them the best of luck with the seminar.
Just in case anyone does get lost, it is always good to have a map, and as Ian Collins suggested earlier that Poetry was good source of covert language, I offer you the free gift of this Map:
LOve and hugs,
Captain Fable
The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies--
Such a carriage, such ease and such grace!
Such solemnity, too! One could see he was wise,
The moment one looked in his face!
He had bought a large map representing the sea,
Without the least vestige of land:
And the crew were much pleased when they found it to be
A map they could all understand.
"What's the good of Mercator's North Poles and Equators,
Tropics, Zones, and Meridian Lines?"
So the Bellman would cry: and the crew would reply
"They are merely conventional signs!
"Other maps are such shapes, with their islands and capes!
But we've got our brave Captain to thank:
(So the crew would protest) "that he's bought us the best--
A perfect and absolute blank!"
This was charming, no doubt; but they shortly found out
That the Captain they trusted so well
Had only one notion for crossing the ocean,
And that was to tingle his bell.
He was thoughtful and grave--but the orders he gave
Were enough to bewilder a crew.
When he cried "Steer to starboard, but keep her head larboard!"
What on earth was the helmsman to do?
Then the bowsprit got mixed with the rudder sometimes:
A thing, as the Bellman remarked,
That frequently happens in tropical climes,
When a vessel is, so to speak, "snarked."
But the principal failing occurred in the sailing,
And the Bellman, perplexed and distressed,
Said he had hoped, at least, when the wind blew due East,
That the ship would not travel due West!
But the danger was past--they had landed at last,
With their boxes, portmanteaus, and bags:
Yet at first sight the crew were not pleased with the view,
Which consisted to chasms and crags.
The Bellman perceived that their spirits were low,
And repeated in musical tone
Some jokes he had kept for a season of woe--
But the crew would do nothing but groan.
He served out some grog with a liberal hand,
And bade them sit down on the beach:
And they could not but own that their Captain looked grand,
As he stood and delivered his speech.
"Friends, Romans, and countrymen, lend me your ears!"
(They were all of them fond of quotations:
So they drank to his health, and they gave him three cheers,
While he served out additional rations).
"We have sailed many months, we have sailed many weeks,
(Four weeks to the month you may mark),
But never as yet ('tis your Captain who speaks)
Have we caught the least glimpse of a Snark!
"We have sailed many weeks, we have sailed many days,
(Seven days to the week I allow),
But a Snark, on the which we might lovingly gaze,
We have never beheld till now!
"Come, listen, my men, while I tell you again
The five unmistakable marks
By which you may know, wheresoever you go,
The warranted genuine Snarks.
"Let us take them in order. The first is the taste,
Which is meager and hollow, but crisp:
Like a coat that is rather too tight in the waist,
With a flavor of Will-o-the-wisp.
"Its habit of getting up late you'll agree
That it carries too far, when I say
That it frequently breakfasts at five-o'clock tea,
And dines on the following day.
"The third is its slowness in taking a jest.
Should you happen to venture on one,
It will sigh like a thing that is deeply distressed:
And it always looks grave at a pun.
"The fourth is its fondness for bathing-machines,
Which is constantly carries about,
And believes that they add to the beauty of scenes--
A sentiment open to doubt.
"The fifth is ambition. It next will be right
To describe each particular batch:
Distinguishing those that have feathers, and bite,
And those that have whiskers, and scratch.
"For, although common Snarks do no manner of harm,
Yet, I feel it my duty to say,
Some are Boojums--" The Bellman broke off in alarm,
For the Baker had fainted away.
Michael is that a quote from you on that site...this one
"Just look at us. Everything is backwards; everything is upside down: Doctors destroy health, lawyers destroy justice, universities destroy knowledge, governments destroy freedom, the major media destroy information and religions destroy spirituality." ~Michael Ellner
If so, I've seen that quote on a few websites.
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