COWARDLY. LIONS. — Cosmic Pancakes!

The How-To Book of Hypnotism – Tom Silver and Ormond McGill

Babies/”Babies”/festivecalendarwishhabits etc sometimes come out 100% shit.

It’s a fact of curing us all with opiods. Good. Jesus can’t be bothered anymore his brand is spent.

anyway i’m mad and useless and old at 45 and i am unemployable i ATE FROGLETS sorry kept them in there to do science sorry

Hell is literally other people’s 110% unrelatable ongoing longterm IVF medical crisis I don’t know either. Bye.

The “Hypnotism Act 1952” – as currently described on Wikipedia – is an Act of Parliament of the United Kingdom, that protects citizens of this landmess upon which I do dwell from compliantly gathering, clapping, smiling, nodding, and making certain noises, etc, in (apparent) displays of support for Powerful Men (or suitably besuited persons) in a professional and/or personal capacity. So, in priority order of social proofs, it goes: fine English Lady-Wives; Welsh strumpets… and, um, whatever was left of oh… oops… Scotland after we/“We” outsourced dentistry and Death too far and efficiently Upwards.

Ireland’s status remained, and remains, magically nebulous… For tax purposes. Probably..? I dunno. Shrug! Apparently there were some 1972 amendments, but that could just be that hashtag-awkward phase in recent human history referred to as Privacy-Piracy Rights/Rites 4 Kodak Boobs in Swimming Pools.

So how other countries – or, indeed, local British Borough Council pen-pushers unclear what passes for theatrical versus televisual ‘publicity’ norms – relate to the unquenchable capitalistic thirst for profitable “Public Entertainment” is, currently, anyone’s guess! So – with juries, judges, and blonde secretaries firmly Oh-Oh-Oh! (or OOO aka Out Of Office) as regards all sorts of real and/or internet boundaries in aid of Global Online Travel Mascotting – I figure 2026 is the year to launch myself as a Transatlantic Expert in [Offline WFH] Hypnotism.

And if I find myself banned from international travel for conjuring such a lofty title then: good! It means the Hypnotism Act 1952 is protecting me – and, by extension, The World; and, perhaps, you, Dear Readers – from my becoming the beautiful 19-27 year-old dead body I was destined to become way back when in The UK School Year of 1994-1995.

My Father captured our ‘coming of age’ moment in three pre-digitial (gasp!) photographs, which I found in rural France upon his recent inconvenient death as a very private French Citizen via his second (Scottish, gin-sponsored) marriage. You see, as an aspiring young magician divorce-lawyer-cum-marriage-mediator-clown-company-typist-photographer fully consenting Victorian adult magician-hypnotist of 11 human-dog-human years, Dad and I had escalated our ‘Cold War’ to magickal filmic revenge photography. I stole his soul in one single (lost) snap whilst he was trapped upon a Centerparcs vacation boating trip; he stole mine in three Iconic∞ fashion shots taken in the Christmas of 1994.

Why younger working women kept sex-pesting Dad for financial gain remains a mystery to us both, based on all current available photographic records. Many modern Facebook romances – especially those correlating to WeightWatchers, Mumsnet, Fetlife, and WhatsApp moanings – don’t work out… Some romances were pre-social media, aka The Phone Hacking Scandal, of course… FYI, my spouse patronises my dormant Limited Company status for love, sex, intelligence and Global contract law while we continue investigating the bigger mystery of why NO ONE – NO ONE! – sex-pested me wearing that Topshop outfit, that Christmas, with those boobs..? No one…

And, lo!, The Co Called Hypnotistsℏ invented CYBERSUGGESTION™️ that same very year – the subject of my final post of the Earth Year Album known as: Now! 2025. All of these things are unrelated coincidences until someone pulls rank on the “Hypnotism Act” by actually, you know, applying The Law..? Because we’re doing academic statistics and electrobiology here at Cosmic Pancakes!, Inc. and that’s that. You’ll see no hypnotism from us, no siree-bob!

Anyways… I digress! [As is an unfortunate fact of my medical condition: Boring Withering Lady Eggs Syndrome.] So. The How-To Book of Hypnotism is a book about hypnotism co-authored by American hypnotists Tom Silver and Ormond McGill. It was published by The Silver Institute Publishing Co, based at Newbury Park, in the State of California. There are copywriting symbols for 2001 and 2000 jointly for McGill and Silver, and first, second, and third editions were published in, respectively: January 2000; February 2001; and July 2002. I usually write my notes on hypnosis books in my Apple iPhone notes, but – after my experiment with Aquila and making a “voice-memo” – I resurrected myself as a 19-27-year-old and started handwriting in a work notebook, old-school style.

Then I kept seeing photos of TV sets and acting/improv classes and thought: oh.

So I can’t be bothered to type handwriting up anymore into a blog post or anything – apparently AI writing is going to do it for us now?

Indocilis. Privata. Loqui.

Whispers… Ah, but you should see the trophies Professor Docktor Kev Sheldrake, ASAP, Acronym, Logo, Symbol, Etc, has won for Credible Hypnotism! Solid gold. Real fancy.

Americans are predictably – notoriously – litigious and so I simply repeat: ASMR is a proto-science and getting an honorary degree, corrupt or not, can’t be that hard..?

Dust off your Pitmans Shorthand skills, gents. Magic returns to Blighty!

Sportsball… Bicycling… Yay for 2026.

NOT.