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fantasy story of Kazue Fukiishi :
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nking into my voice. Your signal for deep
relaxation is the increasing weight and looseness of your muscles.
You are soft, you are yielding and soft, and now I will very easily
remove that glue and let your heavy soft arms relax limply down,
down, down onto the table. That's it, you are powerless to move
them, they have no ability to lift at all, do they? You may answer
me quietly. Can you lift those arms at all? Try harder."
"... No... " and again his arms flexed impressively, as one set of
muscles fought against another.
Zarah was miming an arm-wrestling contest to me, so I sat down across
the table and lifted his arm, which weighed a ton, and felt as limp
as rags. I stroked his forearms down to his fingertips and stopped
his efforts.
"You will attempt to use your strength against mine in a contest,
which you can never, never win, Bill!" I commanded. "Hold your
right arm up and stiffen it against mine. Gooood. Exert all your
effort to keep that one limb standing upright. Try harder, and
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