A Cohesive Comprehension...

A Cohesive Comprehension...

Rahul gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white as he sat motionless in a sea of traffic. His mind was racing faster than the cars around him, which hadn’t moved for nearly ten minutes. He was already late for an important meeting, and every blaring horn felt like a personal attack. Another car cut in front of him without signaling, and suddenly, a familiar wave of anger surged up from deep inside him—hot, irrational, and overpowering.

His chest tightened, his breath came in shallow bursts, and he could feel his heart pounding in his ears. This wasn’t new to Rahul. Lately, every minor frustration—whether it was a slow barista or a late email reply—seemed to light a fuse within him. But today, stuck in traffic, his anger felt suffocating.

Later that evening, sitting in the quiet of his apartment, Rahul reflected on the day. His outbursts had been getting worse, and he no longer knew how to cope. The stress at work, the constant pressure, the endless traffic—everything seemed to be pushing him toward a breaking point. Finally, he decided to seek help and booked an appointment with a psychiatrist.

In the psychiatrist’s office, Rahul sat uneasily in a large, cushioned chair. The doctor, an older man with a calm demeanor, introduced himself and asked Rahul about his daily life.

“I just feel like everything’s piling up,” Rahul began. “Work is stressful, the traffic drives me insane, and I snap at people for the smallest things. But the worst part is the anger—I don’t know where it’s coming from. It’s like something takes over, and I can’t control it.”

The psychiatrist nodded, listening carefully. “Anger can be a response to stress, anxiety, or even unresolved emotions. We’ll explore those feelings and try to understand what’s happening. I’d like to suggest something different—hypnotherapy. It may help uncover deeper, perhaps even subconscious, reasons for your anger.”

Rahul was skeptical but agreed. The idea of finding a deeper cause intrigued him. During their first hypnotherapy session, the psychiatrist guided Rahul into a state of deep relaxation. The room grew distant, and Rahul’s thoughts began to drift.

Suddenly, he found himself not in his car, not in his office, but somewhere entirely different—a thick, green jungle. The air was humid, and the sounds of rustling leaves and distant animals filled his ears. He wasn’t Rahul anymore. He was someone else. His body felt strong, powerful, and ready for battle. He wore simple, rugged clothing, and in his hand, he clutched a spear. His name came to him as if whispered by the wind: Akra.

Akra stood tall in the jungle, scanning the forest with sharp eyes. He was a warrior, the protector of his tribe, and his purpose was clear. This was a time when survival was everything, and Akra knew that danger lurked around every corner. He had just returned from hunting, only to find that a rival tribe had stolen his people’s food. His blood boiled with rage, and his heart pounded with fury. This wasn’t just an inconvenience—this was a threat to his tribe’s survival.

Akra’s anger was fierce, but it was controlled. It gave him the strength he needed to gather his men, to sharpen their spears, and to confront the enemy. As they marched through the jungle, Akra’s mind was focused on one thing: protecting his people. When the battle came, his anger fueled his every strike, and with each swing of his spear, he fought with the ferocity of a man defending his very existence.

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The images faded as the psychiatrist brought Rahul back to the present. Rahul opened his eyes, disoriented and shaken.

“What did you see?” the psychiatrist asked gently.

“I… I was someone else,” Rahul said, his voice filled with confusion. “I was in a jungle, fighting to protect my tribe. My name was Akra. The anger I felt—it was so intense, but it had a purpose. It was like it was the only way to survive.”

The psychiatrist leaned forward, intrigued. “It sounds like you’ve tapped into something from a past life. We’ll explore this further in the next session. But for now, how do you feel?”

Rahul thought for a moment. “It’s strange. That anger I felt as Akra—it made sense. It wasn’t like the anger I feel now, stuck in traffic or at work. It was… focused. It had a reason.”

The next session delved deeper. As the psychiatrist guided Rahul back into a hypnotic state, Rahul once again found himself in the body of Akra. This time, Akra was preparing for a hunt. His tribe depended on him, and the pressure weighed heavily on his shoulders. But he didn’t waver. He was used to the strain, to the constant fight for survival. In this world, anger wasn’t a burden—it was fuel.

Akra’s life was a cycle of hunting, fighting, and protecting. And with every confrontation, his anger sharpened his instincts. In the thick of battle, Akra’s rage allowed him to overcome fear and fatigue. It was essential. Without it, he would fail, and his tribe would perish.

As Rahul was pulled back to the present once again, he began to see a pattern. “Akra needed his anger,” Rahul said aloud, his voice quiet. “It’s what kept him alive. But in my life, that same anger… it’s destroying me.”

The psychiatrist nodded, understanding. “Akra lived in a world where anger was crucial for survival. His brain and body were wired to react with fury when there was a threat. But in your life, Rahul, those threats no longer exist. Your brain still triggers that response, but it’s no longer appropriate.”

As they continued the sessions, Rahul began to see the full picture. Each time he relived moments from Akra’s life, the connection to his own became clearer. Akra’s anger had served him in life-or-death situations, but for Rahul, it was triggered by much smaller, insignificant events—traffic jams, work stress, disagreements. His brain, shaped by millennia of evolution, couldn’t tell the difference between a physical threat and a modern inconvenience.

In one final session, Rahul, as Akra, stood victorious after a battle. His tribe had survived another attack. His rage had fueled him, and his instincts had kept his people safe. As Akra stood tall, looking out over his tribe, he felt pride, not in his anger, but in his ability to channel it into something meaningful.

Rahul came out of hypnosis feeling lighter, more aware. He looked at his psychiatrist and smiled weakly. “I get it now. Akra’s world was different. He needed his anger. But I don’t.”

The psychiatrist smiled back. “Exactly. Your anger comes from a place that no longer serves you. You can learn to control it, to recognize when it’s not useful, and to let it go.”

Over the next few weeks, Rahul worked with his psychiatrist to develop better ways to manage his anger. Meditation, deep breathing, and self-awareness became his tools. And though the traffic jams didn’t disappear, Rahul found that they no longer controlled him. Instead, he had learned to calm the warrior 

within.