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The Power of Suggestion

You begin with a suggestion,
that you place in your own mind willingly alone,
then redundantly play that suggestion,
willingly in your own mind again and again, 
to the point where it feels like silent chanting,
and then before you know it you are abbreviating,
to more quickly re enforce your suggestion,
over and over and over again,
until what you are chanting does not make any verbal sense,
but your conscious and unconscious mind knows what it means,
and as the unconscious takes over, the conscious goes into submission.
and fully accepts as reality, the repeated suggestion,
and regarding all of this I do have personal experience,
I suffered a nervous breakdown due in great part to the power of suggestion.
Things went south fast in my reality,
my anxiety level you would not believe,
when one day I found myself wandering the streets,
practicing the power of suggestion on yours truly.
It began with "Forget Everything,
Forget all this anxiety, all this anguish and pain,
because I assure you that if you don't, returned one hundred fold again,
will be all this anguish, anxiety and pain, over and over and over again."
The silent chanting had begun,
and then soon after, as previously mentioned,
began the abbreviating,
which led to senseless sounding endless chanting,
and then I met someone,
who broke my concentration. 
He was asking me for directions.
I didn't know where to start, I didn't no where to begin,
I only knew one thing for sure, I knew nothing,
about my past or even my immediate present.
I guess you can say that I was reduced to a man,
who could say in all truthfulness, "I Don't Know Who I Am,"
and everytime I attempted to retrieve a lost memory,
I'd feel a very extreme pain in the gut of my belly,
and so when I stopped attempting to retrieve these lost memories,
all that pain would vanish immediately.
I expressed my concerns with the police,
who escorted me to a hospital,
where I was admitted as John Doe,
where I was diagnosed an amnesiac,
suffering from a psychological nervous breakdown attack.
John Doe's home was the hospital, where for three months he would reside,
before getting released and identified,
but it took many years of intensive therapy,
before I could say comfortably,
that, "I Now Know That I Am Me."
No Joke everyone,
that damned power of suggestion, 
in great part did a major mental health number on me.

Copyright © Billy Thekidster | Year Posted 2020

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