My wisdom is the right kind of master hypnotist. My wisdom has the same power over me that the master hypnotist has over his helpless victim in the fantasy, sexual or otherwise: I'll do anything my wisdom says to do. What wisdom made me do to stop drinking is a great example. Drink more to stop drinking? But I obeyed wisdom's commands, to the letter, and it worked. I stopped. Luckily for me, my wisdom is love itself, which is who I really am, so it's not just safe to be hypnotized, it's imperative. Same with pot. I had zero interest in cannabis, less than none: I hated that shit. But I submissively took it up as wisdom demanded, and this time I escaped addiction in all its forms, plus I got shocked into a higher state.
Non-drinkers are nothing but dreary fussbudgets. Alcohol is the wrong kind of master hypnotist. The world is in thrall to alcohol and the big money that owns it. People accept alcohol as friendly and innocuous everywhere, even in some parts of the Muslim world. It's a masterpiece of hypnotic PR: social and scientific authorities all over the world agree that drinking is a social and public health disaster. Advertising makes that all disappear. People who drink aren't sick; drinking makes you happy, charming, beautiful. Walk like a chicken, quack like a duck? Anything you say, Master. Anything.