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The Generating of Blamelessness
It is very often the case that the first person to tell the victim of abuse that s/he can't “blame others” IS the abuser. Can you see the “logic” in that all right?
That instruction to the victim creates a metaphysical “snare” (infinite loop) which traps the victim. If the abuser is an “authority” figure of some kind, even more so. If a group of the abusers supporters and enablers believe that the abuser is actually being “falsley accused” then they are actually, supporting, enabling and reinforcing the abusers power and control over his/her victim , often without any awareness at all that this is what they are in fact, DOING. Many victims of unrecognized abuse have been lost forever under the weight of just such intolerable pressure of invalidation and the circumstances created in concrete reality by the misidentification of reality between two people whose identities get “switched.”
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Ezekiel Saw the Wheel
I believe that the 'wheel' he 'saw' was the wheel of life.
The spokes of the wheel represent the various paths taken, like the various religions and points of view on reality. The point though is that all paths lead to the centre where all of creation was, is now and is becoming “One.”
I have no problem at all with anyone who does not agree with me, as to the fact that they are not agreeing. The people I have the problem with are those who believe they are entitled to abuse me, treat me with contempt, or take over running my life FOR me, BECAUSE they do not agree with me.
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| f I Were Geraldine Seinfeld |
01/24/2012 |
What Everyday Topics Would I use for Material in My Act Today?
By Patricia Lefave, sit down comic[1]
How about...
Did you ever notice how the people who are the most negative people you know, constantly hostile and contemptuous of people they don't even know, are ALSO the same people who will tell you things like “we must always be positive..” if you just mention something as insignificant as the weather? Seriously folks, I know someone who spends every, single, day looking for those dark linings in every silver cloud, who can't go to the mailbox without turning it into a major melodrama, who finds all the shortcomings in everyone around them but who nevertheless “corrects” the attitudes of those who say. . “not too pleasant out right now...a tornado lifted me off the ground and tossed me into a tree..”
Now now, says the correcter (who complained yesterday about how hard it was on him to open the door to take his mail out of the box, adding a complaint about how the mail carrier put it inside the box wrong as it should have been facing “outward'... We must always be positive...it could have been worse now couldn't it? At least you are alive so you have much to be grateful for, now don't you?”
I mean... can these people just not HEAR themselves or what? This one can make his own everyday headache seem like major brain surgery at the same time someone else's actual brain surgery is minimized to the level of simple headache.
These are the folks who are always ranting, complaining and violating other people's boundaries, sometimes in extreme ways that seem really obvious, yet they seem to have no idea about what they do, that it is objectionable and no comprehension that those they are “correcting” are often in ten times better psychological shape, and in far better humour most of the time, than they are, while they tell us the “we must always be positive.”
I'll tell you one thing...I'm POSITIVE that these “happy” people are REALLY dragging me down into their chronic negativity and I need to avoid too much contact with all the “happiness” if I want to stay alive and functioning...har har har
I do think there is a TV episode in there somewhere though..a brand new show about “nothing” about a city with a large psychiatric hospital in it where the people most seriously labelled as mentally ill are actually the sanest members of the community but nobody knows it, or ever notices. It could make for some really great comedy; a show about a city where being psychologically twisted is considered to be normal and anyone who is not twisted stands out as “odd” and gets hunted down for treatment so they will become like the majority. It could be a kind of comedic Twilight Zone in which Geraldine, Georgette, Alan and Kruger must pretend to be “normal” in order to escape the help they do not want and do not believe they need but know they cannot SAY that as saying so is defined as symptoms “proving” how “crazy” they really are.
Because I don't like to stand up on one spot for a really long time as I have foot pain these days...
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How Does a Mirror Work?
First posted in 2007
Looking at your own face in a mirror is like looking at yourself as if you were seeing someone else.
If you were ‘delusional’ though, it might be like looking at someone else, as if you were seeing yourself.
In the first instance you would recognize, on a concrete level, who you were really seeing. In the second instance, you would not recognize that on a concrete level.
I suggest that psychiatrists tend to do both of the above while failing to see the existence of the mirror. I said long ago that those labeled ‘schizophrenic’ were actually mirroring back to the presumably ‘sane’ ones, the projected ‘split’ in reality being projected by the ‘sane’ ones.
It is the firmly anchored and well entrenched ‘them and us’ mentality which is the cause of that. In another century we might call this vampirism. For the modern day DSM might I suggest: N.R.D. (not, not ‘nerd’) No ‘Reflection’ Disorder.
Why don’t you reflect on that for awhile?
Please be very careful not to confuse this with G.E.E.C. (Grossly Exaggerated Expertise Condition)
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Splitting Formula for Sustained Dysfunction
The people who I think are talking about me, are talking about me while believing they are somehow hidden in plain sight. Since they are hiding in plain sight, they conclude they are not the people who are talking about me and the people I think are talking about me must be some other people, and not them. In fact, the people I am talking about, must be some imaginary people I only 'think' I see and hear, because I am crazy. Since I am obviously crazy then, the people I think are talking about me, in my presence, can keep right on talking about me, as I am so crazy I will not know they are talking about me anyway.
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