Writing the Soul 2

It doesn’t feel right-it doesn’t feel right-it doesn’t feel right… something’s going to come up and bite us in the ass. I just know it. There’s going to be a big shifty surprise in the end and I will lose my shit again. I can feel it coming like a tidal fucking wave. It’s gonna hit hard and wipe me off this fucking land. Something is way the fuck off.

I am angry.

Listen to yourself. Stuttering like a coward. Stand upright and face what’s coming. Dismiss the uncontrollables. Apply the technique. Finish it.

Feel stupid? You let the worst part of you take over again. You’re feeding the wrong wolf. Recalibrate.

This was all and entirely your own invention. A nonexistent threat, a construct of your own mind. A ridiculous horror story.

The mystery is now resolved, so let the credits roll. Let it pass and welcome the next moment. Freed from your insecurity and liberated from fear. You’ve applied the technique before, just go through the motions once again and become something different. Something freed from guilt, restlessness and doubt.