To
find peace is a humbling task, where introjects wail.
They’re
a phase from life, a page scribbled in a memory bank, where hurt seeped
through;
and all for hell, this vicious voice, known for segues. There’s
scarred
insights, a bruised ego, a time long deceased. There’s little of need
to
argue; but rather, a need to excavate: to forgive its root. The challenge
is
calmness: to respond for release, in a serene stillness. The memory bank is to
be
questioned:
this voice, this absence of reason, for cold belligerence. The
tides
fall, distressing progress, angered with joy. One calls it demonic, but
merely
metaphor, a feature of adolescence. “Then why does the voice
change?”—for
it possesses intelligence, through an innate nature, where
the
original voice has lost its impact; and thus, through its creative rants,
one
may realize that its drawing on innate knowledge, for it too possesses
a
memory bank, rooted in its agency. “Why does it say unique things?”—because
it
has evolved, through the experiences and education of the agent in question.
The
further evolved the agent becomes: the further resolved the agent becomes:
the
more frequent the assaults. This memory bank is frustrated when it receives
little
recognition. The memory bank aims to distract the agent, to uproot
beliefs
that keep the unsaid agent grounded. Everything becomes a threat to
the
memory bank, where clarity and healing are taking place. “Why does it
persist?”—because
there is as if scarred tissue in the memories of the agent.
One
ignores the memory bank to witness an assault. One responds to the
memory
bank out of frustration. This becomes a battle of assaults that are
unfruitful.
So one attempts to reason with said memory bank, which, at times,
proves
as a benefit. “What should one do?” Study; engage in therapy; remind
the
self that healing is taking place; and in many cases, to simply say, “It shall
pass.”
In
addition, a six to eight syllable mantra helps to purify the conscious.
