“I’ve got a pretty good psychic shield,” my husband said. “Yeah, I’ve got a shield up and it’s damned good.
“No one has ever been able to penetrate it… not once has my shield ever been penetrated.”
“In your life?”
“In my life. If there is a someone out there who can… well there is no one out there who can penetrate my shield though many tried, the stupid bastards.”
“Are they stupid?”
“If they think they can penetrate my shield, then they’re stupid. Smart people know they’re not getting in. They figure it out right away if they even try in the first place.” He stated this matter-of-factly and it’s not the first time he’s talked about this.
I have a good map of my psyche too. I have no awareness of having or not having a psychic shield. I don’t really think I need one because people are always poking my hologram anyway. This Leonard Cohen line from Tower Of Song applies:
“So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll
I’m very sorry, baby, doesn’t look like me at all
I’m standing by the window where the light is strong…”
Do you have a psychic shield?