The Dark Dove

Since I put myself in charge of, myself. I find a more bolder version of the instigator at my doorstep. The serial killer instigator. The kind of voice that could shred a social contract like a magician makes confetti. In the the blink of a blind eye.
The Dark Dove? He soothes you through a traumatic event then restructures your psyche reforms you into a cool calculating Hannibal lectured individual. With a taste for the macabre.
I guarantee that is not happening to me . I am way too empathic to ever become a sociopath. But I will describe what was going through my head all day yesterday. There was some detachment going on as I interacted with others. A sort of impatience with the majority's gullibility. A subtle desire to shake them from there deliberate daze. To access their core programing and just dump the whole memory. But that would be too impulsive. So another course might be to systematically eliminate every biased perception, every ignorant act, every unwarranted hurtful attitude. Surgically removed with an Occam's razor. Psychic Psyche Surgery.
The Instigator, in evolved form or not, doesn't play by the rules and neither should I. But I refuse to throw ethics out the window. I refuse to give up my humanity in order to combat the Instigator on his level. I must evolve to. I must not forget that the archetypes are at my disposal. The Scribe, The Poet, The Philosopher, The Healer, the Eternal Child, and most importantly The Dove are all in my corner. All grooming me for the battles ahead. All preparing me for a showdown with The Shadow, The Instigator and The Middleman. All Ruled by a corrupted Meme King. All so that we may challenge the Adversary and if we defeat him claim our true birthright. The keys to Hell and Death and Paradise.