Paranoid voices for the use of
I have talked, just a little, about the VOICES!, and of how to get rid of them (mostly, I think, on joan-well.blogspot), but the best way to get rid of them, is to hear and understand and reply.
And, to reply you have to understand how to interpret, which is why this blog is on the dreams site.
From my own experience:
I had just one 'paranoid' episode, and very unpleasant it was too, especially since it came long before I had a snowflake's hope in hell of understanding what was going on --- and I use the word 'hell' advisedly .... you cannot begin to imagine the kind of hell that terribly forceful, evil voice can be till you experience it... but I digress...
There was one night when I got a voice that began by telling me that I must kill my sister, with whom I share a house. When I asked it why, it said she was going to kill me. And when I argued it just started in on the neighbours, my brother, my cousins, aunts (my parents escaped by having died already!) and, in fact, everyone I had ever had anything to do with, and then went even further to suggest a world takeover, him and I in the fight against evil, evil being the rest of the world. And his idea of solving the problem of evil, then amounting to 'backs against the wall', all of them.
That voice was insistent: it was me or them. The whole world out to kill me? Absolutely .... and the funny thing is that IT WAS RIGHT! And it took me years, but I finally did see that it was right and I KILLED, AND AM KILLING, EVERYONE IN THE WORLD.
First, let me tell you how I killed my brother: when we were children, I, being a year younger than him, was afflicted with a sort of 'hero-worship', strong enough that when he laughed at my liking for sentimental music, for example, I gave up listening to it, justified giving up listening to it on various grounds, and starting trying to develop a taste for the kind of thing HE found acceptable. So, my brother killed a bit of me. Well, once you cotton on, it is easy enough to bring that bit of me back to life, and to kill my brother is to kill his influence over me.
So that is it really: by allowing other people to influence me against my own nature, I was allowing the world to kill me. And the remedy, at least in principle, is simple: stop letting the rest of the world dictate what it is permissable to like, dislike, say, do or whatever; kill the influence of the rest of the world.
And, to reply you have to understand how to interpret, which is why this blog is on the dreams site.
From my own experience:
I had just one 'paranoid' episode, and very unpleasant it was too, especially since it came long before I had a snowflake's hope in hell of understanding what was going on --- and I use the word 'hell' advisedly .... you cannot begin to imagine the kind of hell that terribly forceful, evil voice can be till you experience it... but I digress...
There was one night when I got a voice that began by telling me that I must kill my sister, with whom I share a house. When I asked it why, it said she was going to kill me. And when I argued it just started in on the neighbours, my brother, my cousins, aunts (my parents escaped by having died already!) and, in fact, everyone I had ever had anything to do with, and then went even further to suggest a world takeover, him and I in the fight against evil, evil being the rest of the world. And his idea of solving the problem of evil, then amounting to 'backs against the wall', all of them.
That voice was insistent: it was me or them. The whole world out to kill me? Absolutely .... and the funny thing is that IT WAS RIGHT! And it took me years, but I finally did see that it was right and I KILLED, AND AM KILLING, EVERYONE IN THE WORLD.
First, let me tell you how I killed my brother: when we were children, I, being a year younger than him, was afflicted with a sort of 'hero-worship', strong enough that when he laughed at my liking for sentimental music, for example, I gave up listening to it, justified giving up listening to it on various grounds, and starting trying to develop a taste for the kind of thing HE found acceptable. So, my brother killed a bit of me. Well, once you cotton on, it is easy enough to bring that bit of me back to life, and to kill my brother is to kill his influence over me.
So that is it really: by allowing other people to influence me against my own nature, I was allowing the world to kill me. And the remedy, at least in principle, is simple: stop letting the rest of the world dictate what it is permissable to like, dislike, say, do or whatever; kill the influence of the rest of the world.
posted by joan @ 6:10 AM
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