Today I am thankful for classical conditioning.
Well.....I didn't play a subliminal today. Michael came to the house and instantly fell asleep.
It's weird. I think I conditioned myself to play small and have panic attacks at this house.
I think I conditioned him to lie and fall asleep
Classical conditioning is an interesting phenomenon.
You can actually pair emotional states to your presence, to your words, to an action, a touch, a tone of voice, or a feeling.
Let me give you a couple of examples.
When I was a young lady, my boyfriend worked for Discount Tire. He's the one that married me while we were supposed to be on vacation. Long story....it is why I hate spaghetti.
I guess I can tell you that as it would be a prime example of classical conditioning.
When I was nineteen, we took a road trip in his truck driving over 500 miles to meet his parents. The minute I walked in the door, I saw a wedding dress hanging from a hook on the ceiling.
I was not anticipating a surprise. I refused to wear the dress.
We went out to dinner at an Italian restaurant and there was a minister there.
I wanted to get home.....so....on that day I became Mrs. Smith. I did not wear a wedding dress.
Later that day, his parents took me for a spin in their yacht. There was storm. I lost my dinner because I was feeling bizarre due to what happened at the restaurant. Let's just say, the fish ate better than I did.
And.....I hate spaghetti because I pair it with a rush wedding, vertigo, and boring sex with a drunk.
He didn't want to get married either and let the alcohol help him cope until we got home and sorted the mess out some eighteen months later.
This man became abusive when he drank. He nearly killed me which was why it took so long to end the marriage. I needed the health insurance to recuperate from the injuries. I had to have my jaw repaired. I had to wait for bones to heal. Then, while having an MRI due to a head injury I received when he bashed me with a hammer, they mixed up my image with someone who had brain cancer....so I went for six months believing I had brain cancer.
Ross claimed that he had to hit me to keep me from hurting myself because people with brain tumors are unpredictable. Imagine my relief when a smart neurologist read the name on the film. It wasn't mine. My joy immediately turned to horror when the doc said that the person who didn't get his diagnosis on time was most likely dead.
I hate hospitals.
I do not trust my family because they bought into the brain tumor abuse excuse thingy.
His mother even beat me up one day as I showered. He gave her a key and she beat me up. He told her that I blamed him for the rape of his two year old daughter. I did NOT know he had a two year old daughter even though we dated for a few years. He was good at keeping secrets. Yes, the woman was embarrassed. I was bloody and bruised. I was so angry that I wished her dead (not knowing that one of my rings was allegedly a djinn portal). She had a brain aneurysm a week later and died immediately. I feel very sad about wishing her gone.
The djinn thing....that's my final example of classical conditioning. I pair that ring with that wicked, controlling, obnoxious woman's death. She probably died because she was a bitchy control freak who had incredibly high blood pressure.
The djinn thing has gone on most of my life. When I was a child, my imaginary friends were djinn. I'd talk to them. Amazing things would happen. All I would say is "I've never had the experience of ________." Then I would get the experience whether it was being given a scholarship to summer school, a clarinet, new clothes, a job, or a being gifted a camping trip. It was nice.
My interaction with them changed when I grew older. I pair the weird tall men that come into my life and give me advice with the superstitious tales of the djinn. I can tell you story after story of being an orphaned kid living alone, running into an impossibly tall man who would tell me NOT to go somewhere and I wouldn't listen and wind up getting hurt. Once I was raped when I did not heed his advice to NOT go home.
I think he is attached to a necklace sent to me from Iraq. I don't think I say his name right. I call him SI-EEED.
There is another, too. This one appears out of nowhere and pulls me out of dangerous situations. Once he pulled me out of a busy street. Another time he visited with me at a grocery store (I wished to see him without being in danger). Once he kept me company in a dream while I lay passed out in running water for three hours. I do not know from which vessel he comes. I do not know his name.
There are several of these entities that surround me. I have one who lets me call him Arod. He is interesting. He's an Ifrit. He likes to show up as streaks of light at 4:00 a.m. to tell me about dangerous things I've done (like leave candles burning unattended at home when I'm camping three hours away from the house or when I forget to take my little estrogen pills). He likes Steve. I'll freak out if Steve ever tells me he dreams of a safety conscious red demon sharing medical advice at 4:00 in the morning.
I think my familiars are djinn who appear as seven foot tall humans who smile just a little bit too widely.
I have connected with female djinn, too. One of them hates Michael. I had to bury her vessel for fear of her killing him. I feel bad about that because she seems kind and loyal. I liked wearing her vessel because if anyone ever touched it, they would be shocked. It will literally shock people who touch it. She's pretty interesting. When I dream of her she gives me the best beauty tips. She likes to show up in dreams as a fairy. She's incredibly protective of children: A Muslim man gave her to me and told me of how he found the necklace while looking for his lost toddler. He picked it up and intuitively knew wear to look. He found the child and credited a djinn inside the pendant. He feared the djinn and had to unload the pendant somewhere. I guess he gave it to me so I could go to hell.
I wore her vessel when I was collecting signatures for a ballot issue. I had a Muslim neighbor say he'd do whatever I asked if I never wore that necklace around him again. I asked him to sign my ballot. He did. I wonder what he saw?
Okay....Am I telling the truth or am I lying to you?
I'd never tell.
But, lore has it that if you know a djinn's true name, you can get it to do anything for you. It's getting the name that's the trick.
I will tell you this.
I mess with superstitious people utilizing classical conditioning.
I've explained this before.
People have good days. If you are with them when they are having a good day, you get the credit. You become the good luck charm. They feel good around you.
People have bad days. If you are with them when they are bitchy or having a bad day, you become a demonic symbol of hell and they will feel like shit around you.
Me? If I hate the person and they are having a shitty day, I will look at them and exclaim
"Voodoo Works!"
I did that once when one of the higher ups at Discount Tire told my ex-husband to put me in my place. He was drinking. He wanted me drunk. I was twenty and I didn't drink. I wasn't going to get the bartender in trouble.
I was beaten. Ross blamed his boss.
That weekend, the boss man broke his leg in a skiing accident.
I did my 'voodoo works" line.
I never had another problem.
In fact the boss guy left the city.
Then, after our divorce, I heard they fired Ross due to how he treated me. I bought a tire for a down and out single mother when her beat up car broke down in front of a Discount Tire. They helped her and I think they gave me a discount. The manager told me that I was safe there now and they fire men who get obnoxiously drunk at company parties.
I don't hate the company. I've been classically conditioned to like them. One of the higher ups had me sit in the cockpit of their private jet to cure my fear of airplanes. I have a picture somewhere.
They are good people.
I use classical conditioning and anchoring all the time. Sometimes I use it for good. Sometimes I use it for evil.
I can cum on command.
This is why it is funny when men tell me that I cannot meet my own needs.
All I have to do is say a word.
That's it.
No dinner - No flowers - No sexy satin lingerie.
Just one hard to pronounce word.
If I trusted him, I'd tell him the command.
It's a lot like knowing the name of a djinn, if you know the name for the command, you can control my screams.
Sigh..... someday my prince will come riding on his dirty horse.
I should rephrase that.....
someday my prince will cum when this dirty whore gets to ride him like a horse.
I haven't found anyone that I trust enough to let go with.
I think....that's the problem with constant bitching, criticism, and reading into things. It makes women tense. Tense women don't ride well. After the last round of text messages I received, I realized that I will never trust certain people enough to offer myself up.
I don't think there is a cure for that.
I wish I had a command for healing a broken heart.
Yeah...I'm probably just writing this to mess with you.
Let's test it.....hmmmmm.....
I know....
I wish to be so busy making money this weekend that I will not have time to blog until Monday.
If it works, have a great weekend and we can start writing out our wishes and doing a little experiment with the djinn.
Maybe we can ask for world peace. Scratch that....we'd probably all be killed.
Maybe I can post the picture of one needy person doing a fundraiser and ask for them to reach a sum of money in
"a way that harms no one" <<<<----- that phrase is the key to non-backfiring magick. Remember the tale of the monkey's paw? I do. Creepy stuff.....
Heck....that would be fun to wish a "demon" to do good things. Actually, that is another story. Lore has it that many djinn are believer djinn and they love God with every fiber of their being. They actually cry when commanded to do evil and harm. This is probably why when someone claims to offers me a djinn vessel, I take it and put it in a drawer without its name. I guess that would make the being free. I couldn't imagine the horror of being commanded to sin.
I wonder what it would be like to visit homeless people and wish them food and housing? Oh, wouldn't that be amazing if it were possible?
Let's try the first experiement and go from there.
Love ya,
S.
It's weird. I think I conditioned myself to play small and have panic attacks at this house.
I think I conditioned him to lie and fall asleep
Classical conditioning is an interesting phenomenon.
You can actually pair emotional states to your presence, to your words, to an action, a touch, a tone of voice, or a feeling.
Let me give you a couple of examples.
When I was a young lady, my boyfriend worked for Discount Tire. He's the one that married me while we were supposed to be on vacation. Long story....it is why I hate spaghetti.
I guess I can tell you that as it would be a prime example of classical conditioning.
When I was nineteen, we took a road trip in his truck driving over 500 miles to meet his parents. The minute I walked in the door, I saw a wedding dress hanging from a hook on the ceiling.
I was not anticipating a surprise. I refused to wear the dress.
We went out to dinner at an Italian restaurant and there was a minister there.
I wanted to get home.....so....on that day I became Mrs. Smith. I did not wear a wedding dress.
Later that day, his parents took me for a spin in their yacht. There was storm. I lost my dinner because I was feeling bizarre due to what happened at the restaurant. Let's just say, the fish ate better than I did.
And.....I hate spaghetti because I pair it with a rush wedding, vertigo, and boring sex with a drunk.
He didn't want to get married either and let the alcohol help him cope until we got home and sorted the mess out some eighteen months later.
This man became abusive when he drank. He nearly killed me which was why it took so long to end the marriage. I needed the health insurance to recuperate from the injuries. I had to have my jaw repaired. I had to wait for bones to heal. Then, while having an MRI due to a head injury I received when he bashed me with a hammer, they mixed up my image with someone who had brain cancer....so I went for six months believing I had brain cancer.
Ross claimed that he had to hit me to keep me from hurting myself because people with brain tumors are unpredictable. Imagine my relief when a smart neurologist read the name on the film. It wasn't mine. My joy immediately turned to horror when the doc said that the person who didn't get his diagnosis on time was most likely dead.
I hate hospitals.
I do not trust my family because they bought into the brain tumor abuse excuse thingy.
His mother even beat me up one day as I showered. He gave her a key and she beat me up. He told her that I blamed him for the rape of his two year old daughter. I did NOT know he had a two year old daughter even though we dated for a few years. He was good at keeping secrets. Yes, the woman was embarrassed. I was bloody and bruised. I was so angry that I wished her dead (not knowing that one of my rings was allegedly a djinn portal). She had a brain aneurysm a week later and died immediately. I feel very sad about wishing her gone.
The djinn thing....that's my final example of classical conditioning. I pair that ring with that wicked, controlling, obnoxious woman's death. She probably died because she was a bitchy control freak who had incredibly high blood pressure.
The djinn thing has gone on most of my life. When I was a child, my imaginary friends were djinn. I'd talk to them. Amazing things would happen. All I would say is "I've never had the experience of ________." Then I would get the experience whether it was being given a scholarship to summer school, a clarinet, new clothes, a job, or a being gifted a camping trip. It was nice.
My interaction with them changed when I grew older. I pair the weird tall men that come into my life and give me advice with the superstitious tales of the djinn. I can tell you story after story of being an orphaned kid living alone, running into an impossibly tall man who would tell me NOT to go somewhere and I wouldn't listen and wind up getting hurt. Once I was raped when I did not heed his advice to NOT go home.
I think he is attached to a necklace sent to me from Iraq. I don't think I say his name right. I call him SI-EEED.
There is another, too. This one appears out of nowhere and pulls me out of dangerous situations. Once he pulled me out of a busy street. Another time he visited with me at a grocery store (I wished to see him without being in danger). Once he kept me company in a dream while I lay passed out in running water for three hours. I do not know from which vessel he comes. I do not know his name.
There are several of these entities that surround me. I have one who lets me call him Arod. He is interesting. He's an Ifrit. He likes to show up as streaks of light at 4:00 a.m. to tell me about dangerous things I've done (like leave candles burning unattended at home when I'm camping three hours away from the house or when I forget to take my little estrogen pills). He likes Steve. I'll freak out if Steve ever tells me he dreams of a safety conscious red demon sharing medical advice at 4:00 in the morning.
I think my familiars are djinn who appear as seven foot tall humans who smile just a little bit too widely.
I have connected with female djinn, too. One of them hates Michael. I had to bury her vessel for fear of her killing him. I feel bad about that because she seems kind and loyal. I liked wearing her vessel because if anyone ever touched it, they would be shocked. It will literally shock people who touch it. She's pretty interesting. When I dream of her she gives me the best beauty tips. She likes to show up in dreams as a fairy. She's incredibly protective of children: A Muslim man gave her to me and told me of how he found the necklace while looking for his lost toddler. He picked it up and intuitively knew wear to look. He found the child and credited a djinn inside the pendant. He feared the djinn and had to unload the pendant somewhere. I guess he gave it to me so I could go to hell.
I wore her vessel when I was collecting signatures for a ballot issue. I had a Muslim neighbor say he'd do whatever I asked if I never wore that necklace around him again. I asked him to sign my ballot. He did. I wonder what he saw?
Okay....Am I telling the truth or am I lying to you?
I'd never tell.
But, lore has it that if you know a djinn's true name, you can get it to do anything for you. It's getting the name that's the trick.
I will tell you this.
I mess with superstitious people utilizing classical conditioning.
I've explained this before.
People have good days. If you are with them when they are having a good day, you get the credit. You become the good luck charm. They feel good around you.
People have bad days. If you are with them when they are bitchy or having a bad day, you become a demonic symbol of hell and they will feel like shit around you.
Me? If I hate the person and they are having a shitty day, I will look at them and exclaim
"Voodoo Works!"
I did that once when one of the higher ups at Discount Tire told my ex-husband to put me in my place. He was drinking. He wanted me drunk. I was twenty and I didn't drink. I wasn't going to get the bartender in trouble.
I was beaten. Ross blamed his boss.
That weekend, the boss man broke his leg in a skiing accident.
I did my 'voodoo works" line.
I never had another problem.
In fact the boss guy left the city.
Then, after our divorce, I heard they fired Ross due to how he treated me. I bought a tire for a down and out single mother when her beat up car broke down in front of a Discount Tire. They helped her and I think they gave me a discount. The manager told me that I was safe there now and they fire men who get obnoxiously drunk at company parties.
I don't hate the company. I've been classically conditioned to like them. One of the higher ups had me sit in the cockpit of their private jet to cure my fear of airplanes. I have a picture somewhere.
They are good people.
*****
I use classical conditioning and anchoring all the time. Sometimes I use it for good. Sometimes I use it for evil.
I can cum on command.
This is why it is funny when men tell me that I cannot meet my own needs.
All I have to do is say a word.
That's it.
No dinner - No flowers - No sexy satin lingerie.
Just one hard to pronounce word.
If I trusted him, I'd tell him the command.
It's a lot like knowing the name of a djinn, if you know the name for the command, you can control my screams.
Sigh..... someday my prince will come riding on his dirty horse.
I should rephrase that.....
someday my prince will cum when this dirty whore gets to ride him like a horse.
I haven't found anyone that I trust enough to let go with.
I think....that's the problem with constant bitching, criticism, and reading into things. It makes women tense. Tense women don't ride well. After the last round of text messages I received, I realized that I will never trust certain people enough to offer myself up.
I don't think there is a cure for that.
I wish I had a command for healing a broken heart.
Yeah...I'm probably just writing this to mess with you.
Let's test it.....hmmmmm.....
I know....
I wish to be so busy making money this weekend that I will not have time to blog until Monday.
If it works, have a great weekend and we can start writing out our wishes and doing a little experiment with the djinn.
Maybe we can ask for world peace. Scratch that....we'd probably all be killed.
Maybe I can post the picture of one needy person doing a fundraiser and ask for them to reach a sum of money in
"a way that harms no one" <<<<----- that phrase is the key to non-backfiring magick. Remember the tale of the monkey's paw? I do. Creepy stuff.....
Heck....that would be fun to wish a "demon" to do good things. Actually, that is another story. Lore has it that many djinn are believer djinn and they love God with every fiber of their being. They actually cry when commanded to do evil and harm. This is probably why when someone claims to offers me a djinn vessel, I take it and put it in a drawer without its name. I guess that would make the being free. I couldn't imagine the horror of being commanded to sin.
I wonder what it would be like to visit homeless people and wish them food and housing? Oh, wouldn't that be amazing if it were possible?
Let's try the first experiement and go from there.
Love ya,
S.