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“Come on, let's get introduced to my play mate in a palm. Linda, these are Joshua’s true other selfs.” Lelia emitting a peculiar chuckle. A comic situation arose where I changed my voice for each of my "selfs" by way of introduction. My great powers of concentration helped me do this while driving. "Pleased to meet you, Linda.” Lelia altered her voice when teasing all my "selfs." Lelia conceded that she had some experience as a ventriloquist in passing. But she was having this hypnotic effect too. I was being manipulated. One by one my highly personalised complexes were being extracted and subject to a rigorous grilling. Guinea pig or no something strange was happening. This was some hitchhiker. Was this car journey now becoming a high rent farce or a mock therapy session from an amateur shrink? The rain continued to lash and my other "selfs" felt like the last sting of a dying wasp. A certain lightness ensued. Almost as if my “aspects” were floating away. For the first time my "other selfs “ didn't seem to have this grip on me. But deep down I knew in some strange way I wanted to keep a little of each of them. Although they were a burden they did like everything else have their positive aspects. Strange as that may seem. “Jonah … he still bugs doesn't he. He’s almost like one of those "other selfs!" The "whispers" I heard earlier … I've a very delicate ear. Those under the breath "whispers" gave the game away. The names and complex relations between them." Lelia now probing very deeply. A looping probe designed to unhinge and rattle an already stunned persona! The wind howled and the rain splashed across the bonnet like waves on a sea front. Their was a warped synchronicity here. As my complexes receded so did the rain and wind pummelling my car. Eventually. It seemed as if they were almost working in tandem. “That's it. Keep it up. Wash it all away. Come on, come on. See me, I'm waving my wand.” Lelia chanted. The Exorcist film had nothing on the scene that was unfolding. A catharsis of the elements. Before his very eyes Joshua's "reticence" and the other "selfs" were fast disappearing or virtually. Against the backdrop of all this inner and outer ferment Lelia kept looking out the window. Was that this home she mentioned earlier getting closer as Joshua was "going home” to himself? “Windows are amazing. They show us the world but sometimes screen us from it.” Gently wiping the fog from the car window as she spoke. “Trees and branches swaying to and fro. Clouds that just a few minutes earlier drifted effortlessly now darkened. Thickening ominously. Pedestrians as dots on the road seeking shelter from the rain. Or shelter from something else. Hiding." She spoke in a voice that began to sink deeper and deeper into Joshua. “What is going on here? Am I being cleansed of what they call inner demons?" Joshua to himself now panic stricken. "This other worldly person has me spellbound. There's a chessboard in this moving vehicle. I'm the pawn. A total stranger has me in the palm … that word again. Palm of her hands.” Joshua seemed powerless. Lelia assumed various postures. Many of which were both controlling and directional. As Joshua was the driver she didn't want to send him to sleep. Lelia's voice could veer between that of a hypnotist's drone one minute and an excited sports commentator the next. It was beginning to dawn on Joshua that this was going to be an encounter he would never forget. “Don't forget Jonah too. Joshua wherever he might be.” Her tone rising higher in a sinister manner. “He's right here on this credit card. I found it earlier when I searched manically for that script which I needed. Joshua Jonah king.” Joshua shook a little before confessing that he was an only child “Am I a prisoner? Feel like one. Must button my lip. All these things are getting out and this lady is making me aware. I'm being freed and incarcerated at the same time by this person the likes of whom I've never met before.” The wintry weather conditions returned and intensified even more as Joshua felt this final therapeutic process coursing through him. Very little now was left of his "selfs" and even less "the whispers." The area Joshua drove through was now a slideshow of passing images. Their beauty preserved stoically but their haunting nature replaced by a stolid stubborn determination. The picturesque landscape and his view of it shaped by what was happening to him. “It was hard on me really. To have all these half worlds revealed with such clinical accuracy.” Joshua said to himself. Lelia began to speak more clearly and her voice gradually lost it's domineering tone. At this point by accident or design the rain eased as did the tense atmosphere. “You are probably wondering where this is all going to end. Maybe I have whispers, Jonah's and selfs to face too.” Lelia randomly calling on her full spectrum of speaking voices. On this occasion a composite of adult authority and infantile charm. “Oh here we are, this place. No point in continuing any further, is there Josh?" She stated. Joshua had undergone a sea change of titanic proportions. Relief bordering on incredulity that all those tortuous "selfs" and "whispers" had been evacuated. For the most part. “Should I thank this lady or what? I’ll never be the same again but is that for the right reason? Jonah my make-believe friend. Don't really need him do I?” Joshua pondered. “Back to earth my dear. This is where we shake hands and part.” Lelia again. “Better change the name on that credit card. Keeping stuff like that from credit card companies could land you in trouble.’ A cackle from Lelia this time. “See that building. That's what I meant early on. It's called Another World School of Acting.” Lelia alighted and pointed to this centre. "Acting is therapy. That's their motto. Therapy in every sense! But you don't want to take every word I say literally do you? Forgot to mention they are auditioning for a play. It's called “Inside The Split Mind." She said. "Wonder will I get the part?” As she leant over to shake hands her eyes had a certain lost look about them. “Off I go. Enjoy yourself or yourselves or whatever is left of them.” Lelia laughed to herself in an evanescent manner as she walked away. But her laughter was tinged with sadness. “Better get out of here fast, Josh.” Joshua to himself. "Goodness, I'm beginning to sound like her. The sayings.” Joshua now driving at top speed. “It will be awhile before I offer someone a lift again. I suppose I should be grateful to her.” Joshua’s face now a deep red. "Well, Jonah I guess I'm going to miss you and all those "issues" in a way. But now at least I can be myself …. sort of.”

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Hitchhiker From Another World 4

“Come on, let's get introduced to my play mate in a palm. Linda, these are Joshua’s true other selfs.” Lelia emitting a peculiar chuckle. A comic situation arose where I changed my voice for each of my "selfs" by way of introduction. My great powers of concentration helped me do this while driving. "Pleased to meet you, Linda.” Lelia altered her voice when teasing all my "selfs." Lelia conceded that she had some experience as a ventriloquist in passing. But she was having this hypnotic effect too. I was being manipulated. One by one my highly personalised complexes were being extracted and subject to a rigorous grilling. Guinea pig or no something strange was happening. This was some hitchhiker. Was this car journey now becoming a high rent farce or a mock therapy session from an amateur shrink? The rain continued to lash and my other "selfs" felt like the last sting of a dying wasp. A certain lightness ensued. Almost as if my “aspects” were floating away. For the first time my "other selfs “ didn't seem to have this grip on me. But deep down I knew in some strange way I wanted to keep a little of each of them. Although they were a burden they did like everything else have their positive aspects. Strange as that may seem. “Jonah … he still bugs doesn't he. He’s almost like one of those "other selfs!" The "whispers" I heard earlier … I've a very delicate ear. Those under the breath "whispers" gave the game away. The names and complex relations between them." Lelia now probing very deeply. A looping probe designed to unhinge and rattle an already stunned persona! The wind howled and the rain splashed across the bonnet like waves on a sea front. Their was a warped synchronicity here. As my complexes receded so did the rain and wind pummelling my car. Eventually. It seemed as if they were almost working in tandem. “That's it. Keep it up. Wash it all away. Come on, come on. See me, I'm waving my wand.” Lelia chanted. The Exorcist film had nothing on the scene that was unfolding. A catharsis of the elements. Before his very eyes Joshua's "reticence" and the other "selfs" were fast disappearing or virtually. Against the backdrop of all this inner and outer ferment Lelia kept looking out the window. Was that this home she mentioned earlier getting closer as Joshua was "going home” to himself? “Windows are amazing. They show us the world but sometimes screen us from it.” Gently wiping the fog from the car window as she spoke. “Trees and branches swaying to and fro. Clouds that just a few minutes earlier drifted effortlessly now darkened. Thickening ominously. Pedestrians as dots on the road seeking shelter from the rain. Or shelter from something else. Hiding." She spoke in a voice that began to sink deeper and deeper into Joshua. “What is going on here? Am I being cleansed of what they call inner demons?" Joshua to himself now panic stricken. "This other worldly person has me spellbound. There's a chessboard in this moving vehicle. I'm the pawn. A total stranger has me in the palm … that word again. Palm of her hands.” Joshua seemed powerless. Lelia assumed various postures. Many of which were both controlling and directional. As Joshua was the driver she didn't want to send him to sleep. Lelia's voice could veer between that of a hypnotist's drone one minute and an excited sports commentator the next. It was beginning to dawn on Joshua that this was going to be an encounter he would never forget. “Don't forget Jonah too. Joshua wherever he might be.” Her tone rising higher in a sinister manner. “He's right here on this credit card. I found it earlier when I searched manically for that script which I needed. Joshua Jonah king.” Joshua shook a little before confessing that he was an only child “Am I a prisoner? Feel like one. Must button my lip. All these things are getting out and this lady is making me aware. I'm being freed and incarcerated at the same time by this person the likes of whom I've never met before.” The wintry weather conditions returned and intensified even more as Joshua felt this final therapeutic process coursing through him. Very little now was left of his "selfs" and even less "the whispers." The area Joshua drove through was now a slideshow of passing images. Their beauty preserved stoically but their haunting nature replaced by a stolid stubborn determination. The picturesque landscape and his view of it shaped by what was happening to him. “It was hard on me really. To have all these half worlds revealed with such clinical accuracy.” Joshua said to himself. Lelia began to speak more clearly and her voice gradually lost it's domineering tone. At this point by accident or design the rain eased as did the tense atmosphere. “You are probably wondering where this is all going to end. Maybe I have whispers, Jonah's and selfs to face too.” Lelia randomly calling on her full spectrum of speaking voices. On this occasion a composite of adult authority and infantile charm. “Oh here we are, this place. No point in continuing any further, is there Josh?" She stated. Joshua had undergone a sea change of titanic proportions. Relief bordering on incredulity that all those tortuous "selfs" and "whispers" had been evacuated. For the most part. “Should I thank this lady or what? I’ll never be the same again but is that for the right reason? Jonah my make-believe friend. Don't really need him do I?” Joshua pondered. “Back to earth my dear. This is where we shake hands and part.” Lelia again. “Better change the name on that credit card. Keeping stuff like that from credit card companies could land you in trouble.’ A cackle from Lelia this time. “See that building. That's what I meant early on. It's called Another World School of Acting.” Lelia alighted and pointed to this centre. "Acting is therapy. That's their motto. Therapy in every sense! But you don't want to take every word I say literally do you? Forgot to mention they are auditioning for a play. It's called “Inside The Split Mind." She said. "Wonder will I get the part?” As she leant over to shake hands her eyes had a certain lost look about them. “Off I go. Enjoy yourself or yourselves or whatever is left of them.” Lelia laughed to herself in an evanescent manner as she walked away. But her laughter was tinged with sadness. “Better get out of here fast, Josh.” Joshua to himself. "Goodness, I'm beginning to sound like her. The sayings.” Joshua now driving at top speed. “It will be awhile before I offer someone a lift again. I suppose I should be grateful to her.” Joshua’s face now a deep red. "Well, Jonah I guess I'm going to miss you and all those "issues" in a way. But now at least I can be myself …. sort of.”