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It was pressure cooker stressful in the Mental Command Center, today. Surface Walker was scheduled for an intensive Integration Tour, and two Blend Masters were called to duty — me, Tennessee, and another guy, Riggs.
Blend Masters are a combination of the Wizard of Oz producing special effects from behind a curtain and Data Stream Programmers. We claim a Rolling Captain Chair behind the behemoth Mixer Board and do what we can to Narrative Blend a Day in the Life of the Host Body.
Surface Walker used to get tripped up at the Autus Border caught between CoverUp and Trapped Spirit Release. Time and again, he became overwhelmed, entered MeltDown, and dissociated so fast that none of us could track him. But now we have a state-of-the-art Persona BoardRoom, where the persona multitude is encouraged to register by Name and Role and participate in Ongoing Blend Practice.
Typically, when Surface Walker enters Meltdown, RC, the perennial five-year-old kid clutching and waving a drawing, rushes in out of the wings, demanding attention. I Narrative JerryRigged OK when Surface Walker was younger, but blending ages five and Sixty is another level.
A Plot Strategist came up with a brilliant trajectory: Convert RC’s desperate and relentless energy into a Charioteer’s Horse and Power Blend. I collaborated with the on-duty Music Artist, Visual Designer, and Movement Choreographer, and we cranked a Narrative Rewild out of the park!
First, we softened RC’s desperation, making him more loveable and possibly a good candidate for respect. Then, we visually worked the range between his and a Charioteer’s movements and used that visual for his Prototype Readout matchup.
It worked! RC didn’t realize he shifted from Mentally Seeking Acknowledgement to Embodied Acknowledgment. Before our eyes, he transformed into a contained bearer of truth instead of a desperate lad chasing down acknowledgment. He blended horsepower.
We adjusted Surface Walker’s schedule so he had a break at home after the first task on the To Do list: Labwork. The forty-minute excursion required Xtreme Walking Challenge and Dissociative Anchoring in the presence of others. When he got home, he drank some coffee and ate peanut butter toast while he filled in Data Deets for an Unexpected Trauma Basic Map.
RC hovered at the doorway, clutching his drawing. As soon as the Data Deets piled in, he agitated into a bolting run to find someone to tell about his success. Riggs and I turned up the Charioteer volume, blending the drawing into reins that contained his movement from desperate to purposeful.
Surface Walker continued to fulfill his Morning To Do List, and every time RC connected with the Reins, Dissociative Meltdowns were anchored and released, and Riggs and I celebrated our achievement.
