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…
