So, you hear that word, “hipnotizada,” and you wonder, right? Is it real? Can someone really get, you know, totally under like that? I’ve seen a few things in my time, and let me tell you, it’s a mixed bag, just like everything else.
I remember this one time, years ago, at some local festival. They had this stage hypnotist, real old-school type. Shiny suit, dramatic voice, the whole nine yards. Of course, I was standing there thinking, “Yeah, right. These people are all faking it.” That’s what most of us think, isn’t it?
He called for volunteers, and a bunch of folks went up. Mostly teenagers, probably looking for a laugh. Some of them were clearly just playing along, giggling and hamming it up when he told them they were chickens or whatever. You could see it a mile off. Made me roll my eyes, to be honest.
But then there was this one woman. She wasn’t a kid, maybe in her late thirties, quiet-looking. She went up, and I swear, something shifted. When the hypnotist started his patter, that calming voice thing, she just… went. Her face went slack, her body slumped a bit. She wasn’t acting. You can usually tell when someone’s acting, there’s a little bit of self-awareness still there, you know? With her, it was like the lights were on, but nobody was home.
He had her convinced she was a world-famous ballerina. And this woman, who looked like she’d never danced a day in her life, started doing these clumsy but earnest ballet moves. Then he told her it was freezing cold, and she started shivering, wrapping her arms around herself, teeth chattering. It wasn’t over the top, not like the teenagers. It was… small, and kind of believable. The air wasn’t even chilly that evening.
Then came the part that really got me. He told her she couldn’t remember her own name. He asked her, and she just looked confused, genuinely distressed. A little frown, a shake of her head. That look of pure bewilderment, that’s hard to fake. I watched her face, really closely. There was no flicker of “I’m in on the joke.” She looked lost.
After he snapped his fingers and “woke” everyone up, she seemed dazed. A bit confused about why everyone was looking at her. She said she felt rested, like she’d had a good nap. Didn’t remember a thing about being a ballerina or forgetting her name. She just looked… normal again. Maybe a bit embarrassed by the attention.
So, was she truly “hipnotizada”? I don’t have a fancy science degree to tell you exactly what happened in her brain. But what I saw with my own two eyes made me think. It wasn’t like the movies, no zombie eyes or anything. It was quieter, more subtle. Maybe it’s not about being controlled, but more about letting go of control, to a very deep level. Or maybe she was just incredibly suggestible, and he knew how to pick ’em.
I’ve thought about it a lot since then. You see people “hipnotizada” by all sorts of things, not just stage hypnotists. Think about it – glued to their phones, believing everything they see on TV, following some influencer like they’re a guru. It’s all about suggestion, isn’t it? Some folks are just more open to it, I guess. That woman on stage, she definitely was. And watching her, well, it was something I won’t forget. Made me a little less quick to shout “fake!” at everything, that’s for sure.
