"I love to watch the rain, don't you? It's so nice to sit there, in a soft, comfortable seat next to the window and watch the rain splash down. The clouds have drawn a curtain against the sun, so the light is just a little bit softer, just a little bit easier on the eyes, and you can just sit there and watch the raindrops come down out of the sky and relax. I'm not talking about a loud, violent storm. I'm thinking more of a steady, driving rain, the kind of storm where the rain just keeps coming down, not in gusts or squalls but insistently. The sort of rain that just feels like it could go on forever and you could just keep watching it forever.
"In a way, you could almost think of the words I'm speaking now as rain. You're just sitting there, listening as my words keep pouring into your ear in that same steady, insistent way. And just like the rain, you feel perfectly happy to just keep watching and listening for a while longer. There doesn't seem to be anything special you need to do, not on such a rainy day...that's why rainy days seem to be the perfect weather for sleep, because you can just curl up under that blanket of soft, gray clouds and listen to that soft pattering rhythm, just lulling you away to sleep.
"And sometimes, of course, when the rain just keeps pouring down, it pours in faster than it can drain away. You're probably feeling a bit like that right now. You can imagine my words, pouring into your mind just a little bit faster than you can really think about them right now, because you're nice and relaxed and thinking about the rain and perhaps it's just a little bit hard to really think about anything else. So my words start to fill up your mind, just like the rain collects in the gutters in little rivers.
"You can see those rivers now, in your mind's eye, always flowing down, always trying to find the way down as fast as they can, but my words just keep pouring into your mind, and filling your mind up with my thoughts more and more, deeper and deeper. The rain is so soothing, you're so relaxed, why not just let it fill you up a little deeper...and then a little deeper still? Just let my words, my thoughts sink into your mind, always flowing down into your deepest thoughts and then filling you up from the inside.
"You're probably finding it hard to think about anything else but my words now. You can see how my words have begun to really overflow your thoughts, collecting in your mind and filling up to the point where so many of the things you were thinking about are just submerged. And now that you think about it, you probably didn't need to think about those things for a while anyway. They can just rest there, under the sea of my will, while you let more and more of your thoughts sink away as my words continue to fill you up.
"It's really very soothing, the way that my words just keep pouring into your head. Just that same way that the rain lulls you to sleep, my words lull you to sleep. It's not quite the same sort of sleep, perhaps. You can still listen to my words, even while they keep submerging more and more of your mind under the slow, steady, insistent tide of my thoughts. But your body is feeling heavy in the same way you listen to the rain and feel sleepy, your mind is feeling thick and foggy in the same way you do as you drift off to sleep, perhaps even your eyes just close down and listen to the rain, listen to my words, listen to the rain of soft, comforting words that fills your mind almost completely now.
"You have so few thoughts left, now, above the surface of my will. You've almost sunk into me completely, and it feels nice. The rain is warm and clean, almost like a bath, a summer rain that just washes your mind completely as it fills you up and you sink into it. My words are just about filling up the last of your mind, the last of your thoughts, the last of your will. You can see it now, that one last thought, the very tip of it just above the surface of the water, and you realize it's the part of you that's even thinking about my words instead of just accepting them. But you know I'm still talking, and you know that every word fills you up just a little bit more, and so you know that any second now, even that last little thought is going to sink below the surface of the water, and every bit of you will sink into my words. And it happens so softly, so easily, so quietly that you almost don't notice it. You're just listening, and I tell you that it's gone now, and you realize it sunk under and you never even knew it.
