Justice

Sarah Mohan
Aug 25, 2017 · 3 min read

without mercy

F.W. Pomeroy — Justice

Slicer is the name of a goddess in my inner pantheon. I went googling this morning for a fitting image of her. I have never tried to picture her before. I knew she had to wield a sharp knife, and was female. In my personal operating system, her other name is Anger. In one of my perceptions of her, she is merciless and destructive. From another viewpoint, though, she is the only part of me willing to tell the truth.

I went looking for a picture because it occurred to me that maybe I could dialogue with Slicer in the same way I have dialogued with Bob. My therapist invited her to speak during our last session and Slicer wasn’t very nice, to put it mildly. But why? She doesn’t seem to like my therapist, but why not? Let’s see if we can find out.

me: Slicer, what say you?

Slicer: Why should I talk to you, you mealy-mouthed people pleaser?

me: You don’t have to. Up to you.

Slicer: Forgiveness will get you nowhere.

me: You want me to fight with you?

Slicer: I don’t care what you do. You are nothing to me.

me: Well you can’t kill me with that sword because we share the same body. Why don’t you get down off your pedestal and talk to me?

Slicer: I have no interest in you.

me: Why not?

Slicer: Confusion served from a silver tureen still has no appeal. I see what you are.

me: So tell me what you see.

Slicer: Make me.

Me: You represent justice without mercy! AKA cruelty!

Slicer: I can’t be bought.

Me: OK, what do I have to do to get you to level with me?

Slicer: I have no interest in doing anything with you.

Me: This is ridiculous. How can there be a part of me that won’t talk to me?

Slicer: You are not a part of me.

Me: Ok, I give up. I want to talk to Bob instead. Bob! What’s going on with this?

Bob: I think you have to let your therapist handle her.

Me: It’s weird, but I still like knowing she’s there. Because if she protects herself, she’s protecting me, even if she doesn’t think so.

Bob: I can tell you that you don’t really need protection like hers. When you believe that for yourself, Slicer will melt away.

Me: So I’m the one keeping Slicer in business? She must know that. So she’s really afraid of me.

Bob: I think you should stay out of it. Let your therapist handle this.

Me: OK. I’m glad to know that you think my therapist CAN handle it.

Bob: She can. You’re on the way to a massive healing. Your instinct to “surrender” and let your therapist lead is correct.

Me: Thank you, Bob.


Bob is the name I have given to my inner guide. I also sometimes call him my invisible friend, or my inner therapist. I thought I just made Bob up during a rough time a few years ago, but he seems to speak from beyond me. I don’t know what he is, but he does help me. All of my conversations with him are available through the My Bob tag. If you want to read the story of how Bob came to be, you can find it here:

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