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The Flight Instructor

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publishing it here for me, for you to read - Thank you.- Mesmer.
				THE FLIGHT INSTRUCTOR
				Chapter I
				John Smith was a forty-two year old
flight instructor with a small, but popular flight training
centre-popular because most of the students at the busy little school
were his. He worked for the school on a contract basis, taking an
initial trial introductory prospective for their first interview,
aptitude test, and short airborne coordination flight to ascertain
whether or not they had two left feet. And the prospective student
always came back and enrolled in a flying course for their private
pilot licence. But that was always a foregone conclusion as far as
John was concerned. 

     His employer wondered and often asked how he did it, but John
would always just smile and tell him he was having a good-hair day
again, and leave it at that. What seemed even stranger to John's
employer, as well as the other flight instructors was that John had
never yet succeeded in signing up any male students, of which he had
plenty of prospects supplied. It seemed to everyone who was interested
enough to notice, that all of John's students, were women.

     And now, at one-thirty on a Friday afternoon he had another one.
She was a thirty- nine year old housewife who had always wanted to
fly, but with raising kids and looking after her household, had never
had the chance or the finances to pursue her dream. She came to the
school to see if they thought she had the aptitude to succeed. Not
wanting to lose a prospective customer, the manager had given her to
John, as he did with most of the female applicants, unless John wasn't
available.

     John had taken her into the interview room and had closed the
door, hanging out the 'Do not disturb' sign on the knob on the
outside, and discreetly turning his back after he'd closed it and
flicking the snib lock to 'up', and actually locking the door from the
inside. He didn't want any interruptions during the 'interview'
process. John wasn't an evil or a bad person. He just liked to have
some fun, without anybody ever getting hurt, and, with him, nobody
ever did, nor did they ever complain or fail to achieve the pilot
licence.

     He walked over and picked up his special model aircraft and
placed it on the desk in front of the smiling woman, noticing she
looked excited, although a little bit nervous. He smiled warmly at
her, observing a little of the tension leave her face immediately.
Then he sat down across the desk from her and smiled once again.

     "Tell me a little of yourself." he said to her, their formal
introductions having already been dispensed with at the front counter.
The woman named Sandy Robinson smiled a half- smile back at him as he
settled back to listen to how much of herself she was going to
display.  "Well." she began. "I'm a house wife, or I was, rather. I'm
divorced now. Twelve months ago, actually. I have two children,
sixteen and eighteen, a boy and a girl. And I now have the time to
learn to fly-something I've always wanted to do fro as long as I can
remember, but you know how it is-family and husband and all that."

     John watched her shrug when she said the word, 'husband.' He
thought her husband must have been a fool to let her go, or maybe she
let him go. No matter, he decided. He'd find out in the fullness of
time. He always did, and they always told him-everything. He smiled at
her, not saying anything, just waiting for her to say everything she'd
planned on saying. When he didn't speak she drew breath to continue.

     "When I looked up all the flying schools in the book," she went
on. "Yours was the only one who advertised some type of assessment as
to whether prospective students were even capable of learning. So I
figured you must be an honest school because of that."

     John smiled genuinely. "Thank you, Sandy." he said, and then went
silent again. He could tell she wasn't yet finished what she had
planned to say. The negativity should come next, if predictability ran
true to form, which it usually did.

     "I'm really not sure if I can do it." she began again. "I was
never any good at maths at school. Wasn't interested in it really. But
I'm hoping if I show that I'm keen enough, maybe you'll be able to
teach me what I have to learn and know. But I haven't studied for
years. I wouldn't even know how to now."

     John maintained his polite smile in a fixed position on his face.
She should be just about done, except for the final question they
always asked. He waited patiently while she waited for him to speak.
He said nothing.

     "Do you think I could learn, and get my pilot licence?" she said
after realising he wasn't going to say anything else.

     That was it, John concluded. This was the point where they wanted
him to speak.  They'd said their piece and were always grateful
unknowingly for him allowing to talk uninterrupted, until they reached
that exact point in time that she'd reached right now as she looked
open-eyed at him expectantly, as if he had the answer to all of life's
problems for them. He drew breath to speak, noticing her settle back a
little more into her chair when she saw him getting ready to speak. He
smiled warmly at her.

     "Sandy," he began, getting her used to his familiarity from the
beginning. "Anybody can do anything they want to, if they really want
to. The fact that you haven't studied for a long time, and that you
never liked maths much doesn't really come into it at all."

     He saw the relief begin around her mouth as it relaxed into a
hopeful smile at hearing the words she had been hoping he would say.

     "All that really matters to you is that you really want to commit
just a little of your serious, quality time to achieving your dream,
and then everything will happen, just as you want it to." he told her
genuinely. Now he waited for the next question they always asked at t
his point. So he stopped talking and again invoked his patience.  "Do
I have a choice in my instructors?" Sandy asked right on cue.   John
smiled. "Of course you do." he told her. "Did you have anybody in
mind?" Sandy looked down at the model plane on the desk for a few
seconds. She wondered if he would think her forward, then decided what
the hell and said it anyway.

     "Would you be available to teach me?" she said with a smile. "I
think I could learn from you. And I don't want to be thought of or
treated just like a dollar. Besides, you're more my age. I think I'd
feel more comfortable with you."
     John smiled at the predictability of the average prospective
student in his profession.  "Yes." he answered her, seeing her smile
broaden instantly. "But first I have to complete an assessment report
on your coordination."

     Sandy felt her smile vanish without her control. She hated tests.
"Don't look so worried." John reassured her immediately. "I'll help
you and then let you know how you went before we even leave this room.
After all, that was the main reason you selected us. Wasn't it?"

     Sandy felt relieved again. She had chosen well in selecting this
school and meeting him. He seemed really professional and
friendly-just the sort of teacher she had always wanted at school, but
never managed to be lucky enough to get. It was probably why she never
really did very well, she figured as she watched him politely watching
her. She nodded in answer to his question.

     John leaned over and picked up the model aircraft off the desk
and held it up in front of his chin. It was a single engine model of a
world war two spitfire-an exact replica. But it was more than that. It
had a larger than normal propellor that actually turned. There was a
tiny button underneath the belly of the model. When it was pressed, a
small battery inside the fuselage of the model activated the propellor
and it would spin at a rate especially selected by John, expressly for
the purposes of holding the concentration of anyone who happened to be
looking at it. The propellor itself had been painted with an
especially designed spiral of luminescent paint that glowed in the
dark, thereby enhancing the hypnotic effect of the spinning hypnotic
spiralling propellor in the mind and consciousness of the observer.

     "This is a model aircraft, as you can see, Sandy." John told her,
flicking the propellor with his finger and spinning it a little. "You
will be starting off in a single engine plane similar in the number of
engines as this one. What we're going to do now is to just check on
the strength of your ability to concentrate and relax at the same
time. I'm going to turn off the light so you can really do your best."

     John paused for a moment and flicked the propellor, making it
spin again until it would down, giving Sandy a chance to experience a
little of what she would seen experience in full.

     " In the future," he continued. "you'll want to learn how to fly
at night, and testing your ability to relax and concentrate at the
same time in the dark is the best way to find out if you've really got
what it takes to relax and concentrate at the same time. That's why
our students always pass their final flight test on their first
attempt. I'll turn on the small desk lamp over there in the corner in
a moment, so we can see what we're doing, but generally, it will be
fairly dark, except for the propellor of the aircraft. It will be
spinning and you'll always be able to see that quite clearly, and hear
the sound of my voice. All I want you to do is to follow the sound of
my voice as if I was your co-pilot and telling you instructions on
what to do, just like I really will be doing when you fly off on your
first solo flight. How does all this sound so far?"

     Sandy was beside herself. It was all so exciting. And he was
already talking of her first solo. Her pulse quickened a little and
she could feel the excitement building as her heart began to hammer
against her ribs.

     John got up and walked over to the desk lamp well behind where
Sandy was sitting and turned it on. Then he walked tot he door and
turned off the overhead flourescent light.  The room was immediately
plunged into almost darkness, except from the dull glow of the desk
lamp throwing off a small ray of light that John had purposely
directed at the floor.  Then he walked back to where Sandy was sitting
and stood sat down in a chair beside her, reaching across the table
and picking up the model aircraft. He placed it down immediately in
front of her.

     "Now, Sandy." he said. "I'm going to ask you to watch the
spinning propellor and concentrate on relaxing and nothing else while
you listen to the sound of my voice. Any other sounds you may hear you
can just let go and ignore, just like you would in flight. If you find
your thoughts wandering, just bring them gently back to the centre of
the propellor and back to relaxing all over while you listen to the
sound of my voice. It may seem at times like you feel like you're
drifting off, but that's okay. That's when you'll know you're really
succeeding in the assessment. The aim of this mission is to see how
much you can relax and concentrate on nothing but relaxing while you
listen to the sound of my voice as I speak to you and guide you with
my instructions."

     Sandy was hanging on every word he said. Her heart thumped with
adrenalin as she listened. The darkness didn't bother her in the
slightest. This was obviously the way they did these kind of tests.
Besides, everything John had said made complete sense so far.

     John pressed the switch beneath the model aircraft's belly. The
propellor began spinning at the pre-set rate instantly, and the
brightly-glowing spiral spun endlessly toward the centre, yet never
actually reaching it. He looked at Sandy, rather than the propellor.
He knew how powerful an effect it could have and didn't want to get
caught up in it himself.

     "Just watch the propellor ... and ... relax into the spiral" he
softly guided her. "Your mind ...should be feeling ... the relaxing
effect ... already becoming calm and peaceful ... Just allow yourself
to ... go with it completely and ... let go ... Don't try to make
anything happen ...  and ... don't try to stop anything from happening
... Just allow everything to happen ...  naturally ... just as ... it
wants to ... and ... let yourself go ... completely relaxed ...and
calm ...  and peacefully ... letting go of ... every thought ... in
your mind ... except how good it feels to ... relax ... and ... let go
... so completely."

     John watched closely in the semi-darkness as Sandy's eyes blinked
more and more slowly until finally they closed gently down and shut.
Her head lolled forward a little. Her shoulders sagged.

     Sandy didn't know what was happening to her and she didn't really
care. John's soothing, slow voice sounded so relaxing. He really was
helping her to relax. Which meant he was actually helping her with the
assessment. She wondered if he was this helpful with everyone on their
first assessment. 

     "Relax deeply ... into whatever you're feeling ... right
now...and go deeper ... even more." John guided her. "Just allow the
propellor to ... do its work and ... help you to relax."

     The glowing spiral was pulling her into the centre and there
didn't seem to be a thing she could do about it, nor did she want to.
She felt too relaxed to even try not to let it happen.  All she could
hear was the soft, soothing sound of John's voice, and that was making
her more and more relaxed by the passing second. 

     "When your eyes ... become so tired," John continued soothingly.
"and ... so heavy ...  you just ... can't keep them open ... even if
you wanted to ... allow them to close ... all by themselves ... that's
okay ... Allow them to close ... whenever they want to and ... relax
... ten times as deeply as .. you are relaxed... right now."

     Sandy lost all sense of where she was and she didn't care. Her
mind began to float as if drifting on a cloud. Even John's voice began
to fade in and out as she drifted. When her eyes closed all by
themselves she seemed to relax ten times as deeply as she had been
already, although she could still imagine the spinning spiral in her
imagination. It was so compelling to look at. So soft. Pulling her in.
Making her sleepy and drowsy. Drifting and floating on a cloud that
was so soft and so comfortable, wrapping its fluffy arms gently around
her.

     Time for a little test, John decided after waiting for several
minutes for Sandy to firmly entrench herself in her own relaxation,
knowing that in doing that alone, she would unknowingly take herself
even more deeply down into her trance.

     "I know ... you're feeling ... very wonderful and ... very, very
relaxed and ... calm and warm ... and safe, Sandy," he began. "And...
you can hear me ... perfectly ... and ... you can speak to me clearly
... when I ask you to. That is true. Isn't it?"

     Sandy slowly nodded her head. She felt too relaxed to even get
her throat to wet up enough to even work. In fact, even nodding her
head seemed to take a lot of effort. And John's voice sounded so far
away. She would have to listen very carefully or she'd miss what he
said, she decided, as she floated around on a fluffy white cloud.

     "Tell me what you're experiencing right now, Sandy." he asked
her.

     It took almost thirty seconds before she answered him. He watched
her swallow several times so she could speak. When she did it was slow
and dreamy as if she was half asleep, or talking in her sleep.

     "Fluffy .. white .. cloud." she mumbled. "Wrapped around me ...
all warm...and snug."

     John smiled. Now he had what he needed to take her really deeply.

     "Yes, Sandy." he told her. "And that fluffy white cloud is ...
wrapped around you ...  just like your mother's arms ... used to be ..
making you ... feel so safe and ... so warm and ...  listening only to
the ... sound of my voice...so soothing... just like your
mother's..and ... you always listened to ... your mother's voice in
... everything she told you ... Isn't that true?"

     "Yees." Sandy answered, slowly nodding her head at the same time.

     "And you ... always did ... whatever she told you ... all the
time ... because you ...  always wanted her to ... make you feel so
warm and ... so safe and ... so relaxed ... just like you do now so
... you always wanted to do willingly ... always ... everything she
told you ...  no matter what it was ... without question and ...
without doubt and ... without thinking about it even ... because ...
everything she told you ... must have been for your own good so it ...
must have been right ... and correct ... and natural ... perfectly
natural ... That's why you always did ... exactly as you were told ...
whenever you ... felt like you do now ... so warm and safe ... or she
would ... take this feeling away from you if you didn't ... do exactly
what you were told ... which is why ... you will always do ... exactly
what you're told ... whatever it is ... without even thinking about it
as anything but ... perfectly natural ... even when you're doing it
... without thinking and ... without question ... Isn't that true?"

     Everything he said made perfect sense, Sandy thought, as her
consciousness drifted around on the soft, white fluffy cloud. And no,
she didn't want this feeling to go away. Her mother really did make
her feel like this whenever she was cuddled by her. It always felt
very comfortable and natural to do whatever she was told. She could
remember.

     "That's fine, Sandy." John told her soothingly. "You're doing
perfectly. "And in the future ... whenever you want to feel like you
feel right now ... all you have to do is to ... listen to my voice
only ... say the words of your secret trance key ...'sleep time' ...
and your conscious mind will ... surrender instantly ... immediately
... and completely to your unconscious mind and ... bring you back to
feeling ... exactly the way you feel right now ... so warm ... and
soft ... and cuddled ... and safe ... all wrapped up warmly in your
... fluffy white cloud and ... your mother's loving and protective
warm arms ... Whenever you ... hear my voice only ... say the special
words of your secret trance key ... 'sleep time'... you will go
instantly ... and immediately ... to sleep and ... really enjoy every
... beautiful ... and wonderful feeling ... and sensation that ...
you're feeling right now ... And you would like to ... feel that way
... whenever I say your trance key ... 'sleep time' ... isn't that
true?"

     What a great idea, Sandy thought. My own special, secret trance
key I can use to feel like this whenever he says it. Now why didn't I
ever think of something like that? She felt on top of the world. She
couldn't remember the last time she had felt so wonderful within
herself.

     "Yes." she answered agreeably, nodding her head at the same time.

     "And when you hear me ... snap my fingers," John began to close.
"you can leave your fluffy white cloud for a little while ...
forgetting everything I've said .. knowing you can ... always go back
to it ... forgetting everything I've said ... when you ... hear your
trance key with the ... sound of my voice only. When I snap my fingers
... you will feel awake and alert ... and absolutely terrific in every
way ... and will always do exactly what you're told ... so you can
come back here ... whenever I say your trance key and ... do exactly
as you're told ...  without question ... and without doubt and ...
without even thinking anything ... except that everything is perfectly
natural ... and correct .. in every way ... and really enjoy
everything ...  you're feeling right now. Are you happy? ... to
completely agree ... with that suggestion?"

     "Yes." Sandy replied. She didn't really want to leave her fluffy
white cloud, but she could always come back, just like John said.
Whenever she heard her special secret trance key. Sandy marvelled at
what a great idea that was. A trance key. Amazingly simple and
natural.

     John stood up, snapped his fingers, then walked to the door and
turned on the overhead light. Then he walked to the table and pressed
the switch on the model aircraft. It had done its work successfully,
again. He watched Sandy blink several times. Then she began to rub her
eyes as she stifled a yawn, and then grinned at him in embarrassment.

     "Oh..I'm..I'm sorry!" she apologised.

     John smiled. "That's okay." he said as he sat down opposite her.

     "What happened?" Sandy asked. "Did I go to sleep? I had the most
wonderful dream if I did. I was all wrapped up in a cloud with my
mother's arms around me. Ooohhh. It was beautifully relaxing."

     "You passed the assessment easily." John told her grinning
widely.

     Sandy's heart thumped excitedly. She couldn't actually remember
what she'd done to pass it, but who cared. She'd passed, and that was
all she wanted to hear from him. Sandy was as happy as she'd ever
felt. She felt healthy and happy and her mind felt like it had a
shroud lifted up from it. Her thoughts were crystal clear. She looked
directly into John's eyes and smiled warmly.

     "I feel really terrific!" she said. "When do we start training? I
want to start as soon as possible."

     "Sleep time." John said as he looked directly into her wide-open
and excited eyes.

     "Huh?" Sandy replied instantly, caught off-guard by his strange
comment. "Sleep what?" She must have miss-heard him. Then suddenly, a
wave of the most beautiful relaxation, stronger than she had ever felt
before, even on her most exhausting day began to wash over her mind
and body like a curtain coming down after a show on stage-a large,
soft, warm and safe curtain that she could wrap herself up in. And
then she did. It was just too irresistible to resist. Her eyes grew
heavier and heavier as she began to lose herself in the depths of
John's warm and soft, relaxing gaze.

     "Sleep time." Sandy heard John say that same strange word again.
Yet it sounded familiar, almost as if it belonged to her, and only to
her. She felt her eyelids close all by themselves and didn't want to
fight the wonderful feeling of such deep, warm comfort, let alone
resist it in any way whatsoever. So she simply surrendered to the
feeling completely and let herself go.

     John watched and smiled inside and out as Sandy's trance key did
the job perfectly that it had been designed to do. It always did, and,
he knew from experience, lots of it, that it always would. So, Sandy
wanted to start her training right away? Well, he thought with a
smile. He would be happy to grant her wish.

     "Sandy?" he said softly. "Can you hear me clearly?"

     "Yes." she answered dreamily.

     "Stand up quickly now and take off all your clothes, dear." John
said in a motherly tone. "John wants to start your special training
now, and I want you to as well, just like you've always wanted to, and
now you can,  so you can be the best and happiest student pilot in the
world, and I can be very proud of you. And Sandy, I want you to be a
good little girl and do everything he tells you, because we both know
it's all for your own good. You and I both know John knows exactly
what you need to be happy. Listen and follow his instructions and
suggestions to the letter-without question and without even thinking
about them. You know now that they are all perfectly correct and
natural, as you and I both know. And Sandy, I really want you to put
all of your heart and soul into enjoying everything he tells you to do
with him. Is that alright with you."

     "Yes, mother." Sandy replied with a dreamy smile in her voice and
on her face as she stood up and began quickly unbuttoning her blouse.
"It's perfectly alright with me."

     John settled back in his seat, picking up the model spitfire and
began to flick its propellor as he watched Sandy finish her disrobing
for him until she stood before him in all her naked glory, eyes closed
and smiling beautifully. Then he smiled a familiar smile, knowing
Sandy would receive from her pilot training, everything her little
heart and body desired ... including her pilot licence.

		     Another Happy Ending.
                                
                          (by Mesmer)
                                
 (Stay tuned for progress reports on Sandy's airborne training.)


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