Couch: On The
Couch: On The
On the
couch
am being sandwiched by
a famous Stealers Wheel
lyric. I have clowns
to the left of me, jokers to
my right, here I am stuck
in the middle, well with
myself actually. No, I have
not finally lost my marbles.
In fact, Im training with
them at the behest of
Raechel Horowitz, who
was certainly a model in
another life. She is moving
me about the room, telling
Raechel Horowitz
me to move between
my selves.
I sniff for a trace of whatever shes smoking but
the airs clean. If I move to my right, I am encouraged to
become my protector self, embodying my desire to, in
my own words mediate, get between Henry and the raw
experience. Its what keeps Henry professional. I feel the
need to justify its existence against the opposite I know
shell make me play in a few minutes. Henry needs this
distance because it imparts stability, and a personality
needs coherence, I remind Raechel.
Back from being a delusional Caesar, referring to
myself in the third person, I silently reflect on the great
act of schizophrenia that Raechel has fomented. Dont
forget what youve just done. Too many people indulge
in their sides only to ignore them again. Store it in your
consciousness, she urges.
Back on my being side, the opposite of Mr Protector,
Im similar to Raechel herself a stoicism-lite emerges.
Were focusing on your defensive side and its opposite
today, she explains. But there are many poles of the self
to explore.
I put my dubious face on and ask what her medical
expertise is what right does this American have to
peddle holistic hocus pocus? Well, Im not American,
she answers with a smile. Honestly, she sounds American.
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