The Puppet Show

My last case as a psychiatrist was the case that changed my life.

The young woman who turned my world upside down. Made me question the

unquestionable, made me search for the real meaning of life, and opened my

eyes.

This is not my story, this is hers. I made a promise to tell it exactly how it

happened, and this is me fulfilling it.

Dedicated to the late Miss Kristina. May you enjoy your afterlife, as you would

call it, and thank you for everything.

As I walked into that white room, all I saw was emptiness. A beautiful blonde

woman, with a spark in her eyes, like a comet travelling through the universe.

The beauty on the outside, and extraordinary depth on the inside.

I opened my notebook, and started my psychoanalysis.

I started with the basic question.

Doc: Who are you?

K: – I am nobody. I am everybody. I am you. The Yin and Yang. The Alpha and

Omega. The infinite power of the universe. A form of energy, recycled, over

and over again.

Doc: You like to speak in metaphors, don’t you, Miss Kristina?

K: – Don’t you, doctor?

Doc: Don’t change the subject.

K: – I am not changing the subject, because the subject does not exist.

Doc: What do you mean?

K: – I mean, how do you know you even exist? How do you value your

existence? By what you accomplished? By defining your purpose within time?

Doc: Okay, you went off track now.

K: – No, you are off track. You must understand, time does not exist. The rules,

morals, and purposes do not exist. Society made them up. And do you know

why?

Doc: Why?

K: – To limit us. To limit our energy. There is a world beyond your imagination,

beyond your rationality, beyond your expectations.

Doc: You’re talking nonsense now.

K: – Because I tell you things you ignore? Or because you buried those beliefs

when you stopped being a child?

Doc: I am gonna leave now. You’re clearly not in the mood for telling the truth.

K: – And what is the truth, doc?

Doc: That you made some bad choices in your life, and unspeakable crimes,

which resulted in your insanity, and why you are here.

K: – The truth does not exist. It is a form of a lie which the majority accepts,

and it becomes right. There are no good or bad choices, every choice is the

right choice. As for insanity, I have always been called insane. Because I didn’t

want to accept your reality, your restrictions and limitations. Because I wanted

to look beyond that shallowness, beyond that system of yours. The infinite

possibilities of life.

Doc: But everything you did was wrong, unacceptable for the society.

K: – Every action has its own reaction. What was done, was previously

triggered by an even bigger action. So, I did what I had to do.

Doc: Do you regret it?

K: – Regret what? My life? Never. Everything I did, I did it by my own choice,

willingly. And I lived it fully.

Do you have regrets doc? About your life? About something that you’ve done?

Doc: No, I don’t think so.

Doc: So, Kristina, you consider your actions to be justified for a reason?

K: – As I said, I made my own choices. They were right for me.

So, doc, if you could go back in time, would you change something? Would

you make something differently in the past?

Doc: Maybe. Maybe I would’ve stopped you.

K: – Then you’d be in here, with me, as a roomie.

You see, the reactions have consequences. If you have seen what I have, if

you lived what I lived, then you’d understand. If only you wouldn’t be so

ignorant.

Doc: And what is it, that you have seen? What is it that you have lived?

K: – You want the copyrights? You want to become famous by unsolving the

greatest mystery of life, the deciphering of the brain, the conscious and

subconscious?

Doc: I just want to help you, cure you.

K: – Well, you see, that’s your problem. You can’t cure anyone who isn’t sick.

You can’t fix something that isn’t broken.

Doc: Then why are you here?

K: – Because of your system. Because I saw what was going on behind the

scene. How the puppet masters pulled the strings. And I cut mine off. But if

you want my life story, I will give it to you.

Doc: Why the change of heart?

K: – Not of heart, of mind, perhaps. A choice, which I want to do. But you have

to promise me one thing.

Doc: Sure, tell me.

K: – You have to publish my story exactly as I tell it, no psycho babbling. I

want my words, my reality, for the people to see, not twisted into your own.

Doc: I can do that.

K: – Let’s begin.