Sometimes we feel the mind of others exerting its influence on us through the channels of consciousness. Wordlessly. Undetectable. We feel it filling us with its fear and pain mechanisms designed to steer us in the direction it sees fit. The red-hot irons thrust into our sides – sometimes lightly and gently. Sometimes not so gently – when we deviate from the desired path. Sometimes left, sometimes right. Depending on which line we are to be kept on. „Carrot and stick“ is another word for it. „Silence or drama“ is another. „Threat of pain“ could also be called it. „Control.“
„Conditioning“ is what we then feel. Our helplessness in the face of this threat of pain. Our inability to free ourselves from these mechanisms. Our reflex to go the way that is given to us from the outside. The painless way, which is not our way.
Sometimes we lash out. Free ourselves from the focus of the other minds. Free ourselves from the spell, the mush in which we are held by using violence ourselves. Acting „like crazy“. Then comes the calm. Then we are freer again. The others are confused and their focus is weakened. They turn away from us. And then we are ready to reconcile again, because many of them only want our best. We know that and how could we – once we are at peace again – reproach them for their intentions.
Some people do not feel the influence of the other minds so strongly. They simply go the way that is formed in them. Others suffer unspeakable sufferings, because they feel how they are coerced with fear and pain. How desire and craving of others is forced upon them. Wordless. Even actionless. Undetectable. These people then must always rage. Always freeing themselves. Always fighting. Or suffer silently… But they also seek only peace. Their own peace.