Long-time readers of my blog (long-time… I’ve only been blogging for just over two years!) will be aware of the fact that I, on occasion, write about the various aspects of my personality. My Inner Beings as I describe them.
Yes, I have names for all of my inner aspects so I don’t really have to blame myself whenever I do something that I should really have wished that I hadn’t done. Not that I do anything like that often, I hasten to add.
Along this personal journey loads of these aspects have revealed themselves to me. For instance I have an Inner Zombie who just smells really bad and grunts (although I can’t remember if I have a name for my Inner Zombie, or if he is just my Inner Zombie). I have an Inner Typist, Fnigers, who types out all of these posts for me whilr I juts sti and stare. My Inner Geek likes computers and things (but doesn’t really understand them. He’s called Tom) and my Inner Woman, Thomasina, appears on occasion also. More often on Saturdays.
Two of my Inner Beings haven’t appeared to me for a very long time.
Two of the most sinister, evil inner beings that could ever really exist. Fred and Bernard.
Yes, Fred my Inner Driver and Bernard my Inner Nagging Voice. They both drive me wild… I’m sure that Fred is the power behind Bernard, who used to constantly moan about everything.
He’d complain that I’m not good enough (which I am), I’m useless (which I’m not), I have bad hair (which I do on occasions but I don’t need an inner voice to tell me that!), and I have a pointless blog that is going nowhere fast (Bernard always tries to hold me back)
Whatever I do isn’t good enough for Bernard. I could do the most amazing thing ever in the history of the creation of the Universe, and Bernard would find something to gripe about.
One day I decided enough was enough. I mentally hid a needle in a haystack and sent both Fred and Bernard off to find it, and they’ve been searching for it ever since.
Occasionally I can feel them just under the surface… sometimes I’ll hear a quick moan as they notice what I’m doing, but I push them back in search of that needle once again.
Recently, Bernard came back with a vengeance. Before I knew what was happening, I was having woe is me thoughts. I felt tired, and knew with my every fibre that I couldn’t do what I was doing. I then realised that Bernard had returned.
Obviously he’d been sent by Fred, and chose the underhand way of using my feelings rather than his voice to try to get his message across. As soon as I asked if it was Bernard, the feelings vanished. The little blighter realised that he had been spotted and ran away in search of the needle.
I’ve extended their mission now. I’ve broken the needle into three pieces, and also obtained another three needles, which are also now in three. I have hidden one piece in a haystack somewhere in the Universal Mind, and scattered the remaining pieces throughout all of existence.
Fred’s and Bernard’s new mission is to find the original needle first and bring it to me whole, before then searching for the other needles. I’ve made things a little more difficult by having the needle pieces automatically move (disappear and reappear in a split second) to different haystacks / areas of everything every so often.
Well, if they want to mess with me, I can mess with them as well. It’s my mind after all… and in there anything can happen!
The Mansionic Perspective 
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