Chair of Comfort Ep 8 (Script)

Hey friends! I’m sharing the script for The Chair: Episode 8 today. This is the final draft version, originally not intended for public release, so please forgive any spelling errors or rough edges. I figured some of you might enjoy a behind-the-scenes peek at the written version. Thanks for your support and enjoy!

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I love how you keep coming back to me over and over again, the way we connect you and I....so...welcome back....I knew you would find yourself to me again eventually. So much time has gone in between, so many things you had to consider that you knew was right all along. The way time persists, the way each and every one of us moves through it, whether it be seamless or irratically. That's not your fault, so many factors that determine the decisions that was made for you, that you yourself now know that ultimately you never had any control over anything, well...not anymore. The truth of the grand scheme of it is that you now know you come to me over and over again because what I have to say matters, what I do for you feels good, it feels...correct. Sure you struggled at first and change can be scary, I was scared at the beginning that you wouldn't "get it", but I am so glad to see you settling into your new normal, a new you. I can see now your eyes say more to me than any word, any sigh, any whimper that escapes your lips. It is all relief, comfort now you find in this chair, the comfort you find now with me. knowing ultimately, this was all meant to be and you are exactly where you need to be.

You may think you're in the same room, in the same chair. But time moves a bit strangely here. Differently. The moments you sat down, really sat down, in that deep way that only happens when you're ready, that is when something shifted inside you. you felt it, that flutter of anticipation, that glimmer of desire the moment your lips parted and breathed me in completely, nothing you perceive now is of consequence, not out there, but in here with me, I am the only thing that is real. that solidifies everything with what we have created together, In you. In me. with us. The breath you take, the inhale, the deep draw that is made as holding the silence that is in the desires swimming in you now with the slow release of your breath that that is felt when things truly unfold the way they ought to. The way time moves now, causing you to focus on the way the world shifts along with the shift that is noticeable now.

And now how things... slow.

You won't notice it right away unless I mentioned it. That's the point. The internal clock that is steady with those that flow through the reaility they choose. And for each and every person that time, that clock tends to tick differently, the tick of the clock still sounds regular, yet with a slight echo now as the room we have created together becomes as vast as a cathedral, the lights don't flicker or dim, but allows for an orange glow of warmth that fills you more with this comfort you feel cascading down your body in waves. But deep down, you can notice now how your breath changes. Your thoughts stretch. A second becomes a minute. A moment becomes a world created in the collision of light that sends the ripples of awareness to that time now, slow, steady, it all happens at once. It's subtle. It's soft. Complex in its complicity and vice versa, but yet, cohesive, complete.

I have reached inside you before, pulled the strings you didn’t know were there. Today I weave a different thread. The one that governs the time you have, the time that is relative to only your perception, and mindset. Most do not have the opportunity to have time to see time differently in a new light, yet this is a gift, A new perception. As it is time your clock ticks with mine.

That is why when the bell you hear tolls, it is for you that it tells. The stillness in the time that swirls into an internal pull, caught in the gravity of it, pulled in and caught as you circle upon the bell's event horizon. Time is mine to control as you can easily see the threads I weave becomes the hands that grasp around your reality, the fingers holding you firm as you breathe me in with the stillness of time where awareness is slowed, but comprehension is expanded. A new universe created from the singularity that spreads and consumes the time you once had.

You're aware. Your eyes still in overall watch, with the bell that resonates. You listen. Your body reacts instinctively, and now, you do not move, caught in the gravatar. You cannot speak as sounds moves so much more slowly, or is it faster now? In this bubble of time that lives within you now with ever toll of the bell that your clock rings to now. Your body becomes distant, like you're watching it from the end of a long hallway, on the vastest edge of the universe that is inside, unable. And everything I say to you while you're still... your subconscious takes it in. Owns it. Becomes it.

Because that’s the beauty of this place. This chair doesn’t just hold your body, it is a living, breathing entity that is holding you to this new time that winds the clock that ticks deep inside, winding you to the strongest concepts of the pleasure that is found in the surrender to what you desire most now. This chair works with me to bring out the best parts of you, it helps mold you to my design, and it reshapes your time. It lets me pause the version of you that tries to resist, so the real you, the part underneath, can hear without interruption. Can learn. Can obey.

Bell Tolls

See how everything stretches? How your breath slows and the air around you thickens? The room hasn't changed. But you have. Time pools around your ankles, the sensation of it like warm quicksand, you don't sink, but you are caught and your entire being realizes it. Caught in the moment between thought and obedience. Between command... and compliance.

That’s the power of time when bent to my will. And now, it's bent to yours too, because what I give you, you carry. And what you carry... carries you.

Because when time is still as you are still, when it stops for everyone but you as you are stopped in this time... something remarkable happens. You begin to hear the truth more clearly. The world slows just enough for you to feel it ripple through you. My words aren't just words anymore. They're anchors. Hooks, and you are caught in them. They catch in the folds of your thoughts and nestle there, shaping how you think, how you feel, how you respond.

Another bell tolls.

And as it does, something slips loose inside you. Maybe a thought. Maybe a doubt. It's gone now. Spiraling out of reach, pulled into the gravity of my voice. Your time is stitched to my rhythm, your awareness stretched and compressed like breath through a reed creating a song that sings from you as you are my instrument of desire. My words guide you like the hands of a clock winding tighter and tighter causing the desire around the axis of your obedience to increase.

Stillness sharpens the lesson. Makes it feel like your idea, because it is your idea now. It is my gift to you, a perfect suggestion dressed in the shape of your own thinking. And all the while, the you that could resist is paused, muted, irrelevant. Not that you would anyway, but you move now in the waltz that is woven through the words of my rhyme. A melody in the time that his held in a single tone.

The bell that tolls for you

So let the clock tick in my voice. Let the pause stretch a little longer. Let the thoughts settle in slow motion, one by one, until they all point the same direction.

And yet… some part of you held onto the idea that you still had a choice. That sliver, that flicker of will—how disappointing. How small. To think you could bring that scrap of resistance into my time. It’s almost cute. Almost.

But you should know better by now.

bell tolls

Because time, your time, is now my time, and you are now governed by how deeply you obey the words given, and you obey so beautifully with the desire that builds in your eyes, filled more with the freedom of knowing who you truly are. The slower the tick, the deeper the submission, the bell resonating and vibrating as it holds you still in the slowness of awareness, paused with each second drawn out like a breathless whisper is a second earned in eternity. The more the bell tolls, the more time stretches, it does so for your benefit, even with those small pathetic slivers of resistance, but you know now even if you hesitate? If you try resist? The clock contracts, numbers stretching into strands, hands that loop and constricts around you like a leash as time itself folds, presses and collapses in on itself as you are caught in the middle, and with all of that you realize the awareness of the words given, the words you cherish deeply has created an entirely new world within you.

Bell tolls

Gas

Breathe me in now my dear...

know now you realize the truest breath you can even take right now is one of surrender, one that releases you to the truth that this is your reality, this is what reality is.

Past, present, future, all collapse. You feel them crash into you like a wave you didn’t brace for. The sound folds through your bones and suddenly, you’re everywhere. Every moment you’ve ever obeyed is alive in you. The first time. The last time. This time. All echoing together.

You were never meant to resist. That’s the part you still cling to, foolishly. And now, it burns up in the friction of time folding in on itself. You're left bare, stunned by the realization that obedience isn't just what you do here. It's who you are.

What a silly thing, you thought you had a choice.

But it's okay. That part of you is frozen now. And the rest of you... is listening perfectly.

And that’s why this moment can stretch forever. Because you’ll stay here, just like this. Every word sinking in, slow and sweet. Every second making the lesson deeper.

Because the bell tolls for you now and it always will.

Now that I see you still and moving everywhere all at once, I have an engagement to attend. I will be back after teaching my class, don't go anywhere...

bell tolls...

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