The talker inside the head has a mantra – yackety yack, yackety yack. From morning until night yackety yacks about nothing in particular until, exhausted, it temporarily withdraws to yack some more on the periphery of sleep. Upon awakening afresh to a new day, yackety is already up and about, harping on about this and that or stoking up some grainy emotional syrup for a breakfast feed. Yackety loves to give to others and often emanates a dark mood or noxious cloud so that family or loved ones can share in the fun.
The yacker revels in the busyness of the day, and in the workplace is content for a while focusing on the job at hand. But at morning break yackety is unleashed, complaining of being stressed out and snowed under with work. However, boredom or the cessation of thought is simply intolerable to it for, without the momentum of the mind, the yacking grinds to a halt. This is extremely rare except in those incredible moments when something happens through grace and the surface mind is stilled, and briefly there is nothing but the presence of love. Yackety would protest that it loves, unable to perceive beyond its personal attachments and opinions that are self-made impressions of its limited perspective of life.
The world is full of yackety yack. This includes contributions from political yackers, professional yackers, military yackers, media yackers, religious yackers and, of course, celebrity yackers. The drone of the combined yacking in the world can be heard chattering throughout the cosmos. It’s a racket that, fortunately, our galactic neighbours are able to switch off.
Intelligence arises in the body from birth as a necessary means of establishing the memory and an inner landscape in which to make sense of the environment. This intelligence of the body is the ego, whose job is to ensure the survival of the organism. What has happened is that with no defence against the emerging pressure for sensual experience, the yacker has usurped the ego’s identity to ensure the survival of not only the physical body but also the emotional body of self. It now holds the entire world to ransom.
Most people have yackety yacking all the time, unaware that what is thinking or talking through them is an impostor of imperceptible stealth and cunning. With its usurpation of the mind and emotions of the human race, it is the real dictator of the world. Mastering the thinker and banishing the yackety yacking inside the head is imperative for the peace of mind that people strive to attain. Recognising the enemy is the first step in eliminating this insidious possession from the underworld; it will not relinquish its position easily.