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Who is Nathan Brock?

“Good afternoon Mr Brock – before we start, may I say what a privilege it is working for you”. A large, firm handshake drew me to the chair opposite.

 

“Thanks, although I’m sorry – I don’t remember you.” I replied.

 

We both sat down.  “Well if you did, then we wouldn’t be having this meeting!  So before we begin, I would just like to establish a few grounds rules – “

 

I interrupted: “Excuse me, what do I call you?”

 

“You can call me father – it’s what you used to call me before the accident” his tones were warm and I could tell that he was the king of his own castle – and comfortable too in playing that role.

 

“So what’s a priest doing practising psychiatry?” I enquired.

 

He replied: “All in good time Nathan, all in good time – although as I get older, I find that the soul and the mind have an inter-dependence sadly neglected in this day and age.  Does it bother you that I am a priest?”  The King was ready to start ruling over his subject.

 

“No” I said – “I don’t feel strongly about religion”.

 

“No offence taken – just in case you were wondering!”  A sly grin revealed the King was happy to be the jester, too.  “But that’s a very interesting answer – you used to have such definite ideas about right & wrong, bad vs. good, hell vs. heaven.”

 

“And what ideas were they?”  My curiosity was now roused.

 

A learned grin spread over his weathered features “This is a journey of self-discovery – I cannot nor will not hand you your mental identity on a plate.  Professionally speaking the idea would be flawed, and I’m not so sure that it would be morally ethical either”.

 

“How so?” I asked.

 

“Well would you adopt your viewpoints and personality because you believe in them, or because I gave them to you?”  The delivery of his question, could just as easily have been from the pulpit, although I knew whatever answer I gave, it wouldn’t be good enough.

 

“I don’t know you, though” I said.

 

“Exactly!” he shot back “and more to the point, you don’t know yourself.  For your long-lasting mental future you have to believe – you have to have faith”.

 

“Faith in what?” I asked.  I got the feeling we had already started our session, or was it Sunday school?

 

“Faith in the fact that every thought, action & deed is your own – not some knee-jerk reaction to a facsimile of your personality that I might have placed in your head.”  A small pause followed – “Now, shall we begin?”

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