Panel of Commentators

/ˈpan(ə)l ˈkɒmənteɪtə/: The collection of other people’s qualities, programs, problems and traumas that have infiltrated my psyche and set up shop. The cultural hand-me-downs from previous generations.

Aka My Conditioning

Quite often, I would call these guys who sit on the panel upstairs The Talking Dead.

My Panel of Commentators or Conditioning echoes or replays the ways of all my past exposures in some form. The operating system contains many people’s qualities, programs, problems and traumas that have now become ingrained within my psyche, i.e., both in the help I had received since I was young AND the challenges that got passed down to me by our Fossils. And yes, I’ll be a fossil one day too! Though hopefully passing on mostly the good stuff to the next person…

As for the not-so-good stuff, these influences are also known as the unavoidable generational hand-me-downs. That’s right, I had no choice in the matter growing up as elements of ignorance stuck to me like a magnet along the way. Though I like to think that I’ve come a long way since then in terms of being less ignorant.

Generational traumas

Whether good or bad, strong or weak, each condition of the past works thru me on its own or they merge by culturing or modifying with other influences throughout the course of my time. Including, I guess, with whatever else my nature does to them, i.e., transforming or transmuting each program, problem, quality or trauma.

Nowadays, the idea is to EXTRACT the qualities but immediately DITCH the problems. Why the heck did I not see and do this before?

Also, I don’t know this scientifically, but I’m sure that a crystalised residue accumulated somewhere upstairs after all of my encounters. Which, naturally, turns anyone into another carrier ready to infect the next host with  tiny behaviour-changing bits of brain gunk. 

Do we all carry heavy thought-metals, like toxic metals sometimes found in our food and water?

From experience, when I’m in contact with people certain reactions take place, causing several impressions to stamp inside my head. Clearly, after many years of diverse human contact, there is now a steady buildup of both fear and pleasure working thru various passed-on stories that shape my behaviour. Therefore, old influences continue to steamroll my existence while I pass mutated strains onto others.