Mindware Installer Section 4
My Panel of Commentators
Have you noticed any rush of judgements or opinions bombard your mind as we’ve made our way thru the install?
If so, who was it that spoke those thoughts into your mind? Was it your voice, or was it the voice from someone else in your life, past or present? Whether you realise it or not, you may be hearing the reactions from your very own panel of commenters.
Welcome to the World of My Reactive Panel. This is something I took for granted at first as simply ‘my ingrained past’. However, these mental remnants of people who have influenced me over the years still appear to live on inside me. In fact, many of them have continued their fight for control on the way I move.
My Reactions & Judgements From the Panel Within
To be honest, I still carry a lot of my old conditioning and probably always will. However, I am no longer extreme in my ways, thank God for that. Nevertheless, I’m weathered from a lifetime of these diverse influences which were (and still are) partly responsible for all the up and down experiences that followed.
Installed in me are my family, friends, teachers, neighbours, idols, peers, community leaders, acquaintances, colleagues and whoever else I have missed. Everyone’s rubbed off on me… which means I’m a product of my environment. Plus, I would typically feed into the byproducts received from the array, such as ‘blatant ignorance’ (yes! Ignorance, at any level, is a serving we ALL get a good dose of), and convince myself otherwise that I am indeed a free thinker. But in fact, I’m caged by these influences instead.
Whenever I encounter an experience that requires more attention, a panel of cross-cultured commentators awakens within my psyche, dominating my thought process just like the news and sports network which constantly gives both advice and opinion. Sometime’s the intel I receive is great for me to act on and use. Whereas other times, it’s terrible and I don’t touch it. And then there’s some really ‘in between stuff’ going on boucing my thoughts around.
Not only that, but underneath this background is another layer with its own set of rules that I find myself up against. Inherently, there is a built-in Complex Gene Network designed to move me a certain way beyond my fullest understanding. So with a lot going on upstairs, it’s only natural that I must question reality…
Q. How on earth can I possibly be a ‘free thinker’ when things are coded-in while other influences have stuck-to along the way?
A. Sure, I have choices to put my thoughts in (at least I think I do). But it’s always within a scope or a magnetic direction thanks to my makers and the environment in which I’ve lived.
However, since I don’t know any more about genetics (or really anything at all), I should stay with what I do know within my handed-down-panel making all the noise upstairs. Guiding and providing me with quality information to deal with the processes in life that stand before me now, as well as those that lie ahead, my panel of commentators keeps me safe by helping out with choices. Or, at least that’s their job description.