The Bandage

Week 3

Last night I was visited by the nurse of Time and Intention. She arrived by lamp-light and brought with her a small kit to tend to my wounds that I had detailed last week. I was surprised by her arrival and humbled by her presence. At first I didn’t feel worthy of her care, but as the treatment continued I was moved by her extremely unconventional method.

“First, I’d like to see where your wounds have originated from,” she whispered as she slit an opening with her sharpened scalpel from the nape of my chin down to my navel. It was a gruesome sight for sure. All of my fears, worries, baggage, ambitions, achievements, and personality indicators spilled out on to the dusty hardwood floor. I was unable to fully move to my side where I could properly analyze and become acquainted with all that lived inside me. Though, from my periphery, I saw the nurse of Time and Intention move about on the floor while she carefully handled and rearranged my soul. I had no idea that any of this was possible; and while I experienced this disbelief I had noticed a sudden scent of Death and decay. I knew that I needed all of the contents placed immediately back into my Self or my Moment was surely to come. Death! That which cannot be sorted out made its presence known right then.

“Just a minute more,” my nurse spoke aloud reassuringly.

One by one the contents of my Self were placed back into their subconscious compartmentalizations.

I had felt glad that I was whole again. Until she reached for my remedy.

In her nurses satchel were thousands of iPhones. They were all fully charged and fully loaded with 5G and hundreds of thousands of apps that I would have unlimited access too.

“When you feel anxiety, pain, boredom, fear or when you get overwhelmed; when you’re feeling lustful or curious, I want you to use one of these phones. When you feel aggression or anger and when you wish to bear witness to the wars of the world, I’d like you to bury yourself in one of these phones. Any malady or moment of discomfort can be handled and buried with the use of one of these phones. The blue light will save you from your Self, David. You can rest easy now! The technology is advanced enough to transport your emotional life to a more painless place. Here, take these.”

“Get out of my home right now,” I demanded. “And take those god-damned phones with you.”

While she gathered all of her belongings, she left one iPhone in a purple case to rest on my nightstand. “Just in case,” she smiled.

I have to find a better and more elevated way to heal in my darkest, most plain, and painful moments.

Wouldn’t you agree?

A.H.N.D