Here is a typical scenario of reinforcing a dense psychological fragment:
I feel problems in the cogs and pressures rise again. Why? I’m about to meet another experience related to an outstanding issue. My disruption of flow is the only formal notice to prep before the storm. Although on many occasions, it’s the storm ahead that makes a real storm cover the here and now completely! ⛈️
Next, with the sense of time being its usual pain in the butt and feeling drawn out, I look relentlessly for a fix. I hunt for the best thoughts possible, which range from blatant conveniences to cloaked ones hidden behind sincere looking questions and answers, and I try to use these to blanket my issue before it gets too close to me in my reality.
Driven by an increasing surge of fear of something unpleasant just ahead (a potential breakdown, conflict or something pain-related), whatever practical processes that are running my show upstairs now come under risk. My overall stress and anxiety levels intensify, so it’s only a matter of time before the people around me notice it too. Therefore, I manifest this god-forsaken breakdown, so its potential is no longer only ahead.
Lastly, within my confinement or cage that’s now locked me in, I’ve also managed to convince myself that I’ve explored every possibility that might help my situation. But as usual, I can’t slow my thinking down or even take a breath. I continue going round and round in mental circles with absolutely nothing new to report.
I check, double-check, triple-check, etc., as most do under heavier stress. However, it’s too late, and I’m spent. I’ve inflated the issue and drained myself in the process.
It’s time to pack my bags and get to my holiday spot asap!
Follow the Signs to Serenity
Finally, after working myself up into a massive fuss over things others may find trivial, it’s time to eject and I jump to a convenience that will set me free. Thru a specialised meditative escape hatch readied for my approach, I use the quickest route from my imagination and transport myself away.
Whatever the story, it doesn’t matter as the above is what usually plays out. Depending on the intensity/density or psi, I’d use one, two or a few levels of rituals to ultimately suppress the pressure from reaching my nervous system. I augment my super-sensitive perceptive lack-of-space with comforting content instead.
Like a valium, this can almost immediately stop the problem from targeting my nervous system. Short term, like the real stuff.
Other times it takes longer.
As my journey begins, it means my attention has sought refuge from the chaos in the cogs.
The driving fact about me is… I’m an experienced traveller who regularly crosses State Lines.