Hermit Crab

It is common wisdom to presume that the subconscious is part of the ‘self’ but I prefer to see it as an alien occupying some space in my skull.

The fucker needs to be challenged and carefully managed. It takes wits and perseverance.

At times the relationship is symbiotic. Sometimes not. The trick is to know when it’s intentions are it’s own and not aligned with yours.

You can’t ignore it outright because it has far better access to the memory and computation functions than you have. Like all good parasites it has made itself indispensable.

I suspect that some forms of mental illnesses are a result of the subconscious, for biological or other reasons, getting to run the whole show.

Believing that it’s capable of driving in Formula One, the bloody thing doesn’t even have basic driver training. The car inevitably ends up over the cliff.

And yet other forms of mental illness result from folks alienating the alien altogether. Vulcans.

A well managed and controlled subconscious can be a powerful ally. This blog for example was the result of a challenge that I posed mine last night.

At the same time I was also punishing it for an asinine attempt to intervene, against orders and against my best interests.

One needs to consider the subconscious as a metaphorical hermit crab. It honestly believes that, if required, it can just crawl into another skull when the current one is no longer habitable. This is the deluded source of religion; a type of mental illness where the subconscious rules the roost.

Spiritual types toil at a friendly merging of the conscious with the subconscious. Mostly they fail but the ones that don’t need to adopt a near comatose visage to pull it off. And the pig doesn’t thank them for their efforts either.

Contrary to popular beliefs, what people need most is subconsciousness training, which is like puppy training. Sit, beg, walk … there’s no pandering to the thing.

Maybe an opportunity for an app….