The Flow of Us

Representation of Us - Pastel and Construction paper

I think I had meant to stick this up a while ago but forgot. This one was supposed to go along with the one of the ball of light.  It was meant to represent that inside part as well as it represents all of us and how we work/function.  It’s made up of lots of dots each trying to stay in it’s own seperate line but, some of them end up blending together, the swirling in and out of each section, kind of like how each part sometimes flows fluidly (both to front and also in terms of ‘jobs’). It might kind of look messy and chaotic but, it’s not always.

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The Dark Ones

Extreme protector – Chalk Pastel

Another DA – Soft Chalk Pastel

Persecutor Part

These are the Dark Alters (DA) or extreme protectors. The are all related, sort of as siblings they say.  The two sisters are just extreme protectors and do no harm to the body, on the rare occasion and only when absolutely necessary will they get physically violent with outsiders.  Mainly people get one look at “them” and know to back off very very quickly and start behaving (being very petite I get reports from friends who have encountered this experience of me as very startling).  They defend not only me and the other insiders but also our outside friends.

The male DA, the winged one, is the persecuting part. Who will and does harm the other insiders and the physical body. He will also cut off communication to the outside world when he’s about. We believe in his case that one day we can persuade him to change and that he would make the ultimate protector with out harming us anymore.

The other extreme protector was in a previous post as a profile of a woman, done in gray pastel.  She also works to be disruptive and harmful to the inside. Unlike the male persecutor we are unsure this part would ever change.

More of the insiders – one potential triggering

Thoughts of integration – Soft Pastel

child part napping – Soft Chalk Pastel

Representation of insiders/world – Acrylic Paint

Part punished by persecutor part – Chalk Pastel on grocery bag

You can click on the picture for more of the stories about them but here is the summary:

The first one shows one of the insiders down in the dark in the left corner, she is trying to get through the tunnel to the light and to myself and our Internal Self Helper (represented by the single figure in the top corner). She often feels like a burden and is in a lot of pain, she was trying to think of ways not to exist anymore and the thought of integration was one at the time.

The next one is the same child part that was posted in a previous post. She was showing herself taking a nap.

The flower represents the child parts and an area of the inner world where they are often found. This was another one where I was in an observing role as several parts painted.

The last one is the part that was also in a previous post, in the previous post she was in a red dress leaning against a wall. Sometimes she is seen wearing older clothes with sort of vintage almost victorian look. I’m not sure if this part of the inner world exists or not, I know at one point it had been transformed. It used to be were a persecuting part would send her and punish her. Our ISH helped to try and free her from the persecutor and we’re all hoping she will be able to now defend herself a little better if that part comes after her again.

Representing an insider

Picture representing inner person - Soft Pastel

This one was done by some of the other inside folks for the 12 year old part. It is sort of representing her by using her favorite colors in a pattern they thought she’d like. This part of me holds really strong feelings about pictures so, kind of wondering if that’s why there’s only this representation of her.  I mean we know what she looks like but … just no drawing. I guess there aren’t drawings of a lot of them but maybe one day. I’m just not sure if this part will ever be ok with having one of herself. That’s ok, I like this representation.

The inside folks

Quick drawing of insider -Sof chalk Pastel

Co-conscious – Hard Crayon type Pastel

Inside Part – Soft chalk pastel on construction paper

Inside Part – Soft Chalk Pastel

Inside Part – Soft Chalk Pastel

These are some of the inside folks. I have another one of the child part but I need to get it sized and stuff first I guess I didn’t do that one yet. It’s strange how now that I let myself learn about other multiples, I find we have a lot of parts in common. They are still often very very different but often find we have drawn them somewhat similarly and they might have the same or similar names. It’s just really weird it’s like twins seperated at birth or something lol.

They just kind of got drawn as they got comfortable and as others felt comfortable drawing them.

Random

Random Soft Chalk Pastel

Really not sure what this is about, it was just kind of something random. The dark dots are actually purple not dark blue.

Dreamt I was an Angel

I dreamt I was an angel - Soft Chalk Pastel

Medication is kicking in pretty hard but wanted to post one more for now. This is another one inspired by a song, “In to the Wild Blue Yonder”. It was done sometime after the last one I just posted and was still trying to work through all of that.

Shadow People

This is something that has come up again for me recently. My mom one day asked me about something that happened way back in high school. I couldn’t remember anything though my brain just did a complete skip (you know when you stick a CD into your computer and you can hear it trying to read it but nothings happening? You just kind of sit there going “come on, come on, come on!”). I just got the tiniest flash of something and this was it. It looks scary and I’m not entirely sure if it was or not. My mom had asked me if I had been scared but I couldn’t remember. Maybe not at that moment.

Safe or unsafe memory? - Soft Pastel

Midnight Flowers

Tulips in moonlight - Soft Pastel

This one came from listening to a song by David Gray, called “Shine”. There were two images in my head and this was one of them. It’s just based on a feeling about my home where I grew up. I was away at school when I did this. I was sort of reminising about the summer and how I would take my two ferrets out at night since it was cooler. I remembered how the tulips in my mom’s garden just always looked like they were glowing because of the moonlight. I think there is something more to this but, I’m not sure how to explain.

Trapped in My Reflection

I don’t remember at what point in my sessions this was done. It has to do with the repeated abuse I went through at age 18. This is really more about the first time it happened. I can now remember there were three of us at various levels of consciousness. One part of me totally took over and kept the rest of us “safe”, she reframed everything, put on a front for us. Another part of me was trapped somewhere in the glass, pounding on the window wondering why this all was being allowed to happen. I was trapped on the other side partly “asleep”, partly trying to believe it was going to be ok, and partly just wanting/hoping to forget. I hear that other part of me these days, and I try not to ignore her. I try to figure out how to help.

A Part Remembering - Soft Pastel

Unleashed Screams

This drawing is of two people screaming. One of the drawings is probably more vivid than the other.

These two drawings were done shortly after the colored pencil drawings. I believe at that point I had started to admit that what I had gone through was much more than I was originally letting myself admit. I remember I felt like I was holding back all the screams. This was an interesting experience because I was an observer to these two drawings. These two drawings were done at exactly the same moment, going back and forth between the pieces of paper. I remember sitting there watching as these images flowed out of my hands. At this point I was still not admitting to what I had always known deep down, and that was I wasn’t alone in this body.

Red and Black Scream

Scream – Soft Pastel