Urban shamanism is a broader approach, rediscovering the roots of tribal mind for modern people and putting ancient patterns to use in new forms. Urban shamans reinvent spirit healing for ourselves. All of us have ancestral links to shamanic cultures if we go back far enough, because all societies have origins in tribalism. There are no rules and no end to learning and creativity, as we reawaken our indigenous minds and recreate spirit healing in new ways.
What happens when the normal drive for sex and orgasm and romantic love is muted or altogether absent because the kids are on SSRI or SNRI antidepressants (and/or other psych drugs)? My friend talked with an adolescent counselor and she’s noticed that these kids are strangely uninterested in romantic love and sometimes even appear to be asexual....Danielle responds...
Bremner fights and wins – Acutane has since been withdrawn from the market – and the truths he uncovers are personal and and political.
Facebook apparently used to allow pharma pages to not allow comments from the masses. That has changed and now people can comment about pharma's drugs on their pages. What is happening as a result of that? Pharma is abandoning facebook. It's too dangerous to let their consumers speak freely on their pages because, well, the truth might come out!
I want to point out that healing to me does not mean returning to what one was before something went wrong. Wholeness does not necessarily mean normal. And even the word recovery is problematic because, frankly, I don't want what I had before. Healing means being whole even while still perhaps not functioning like others. To me it also suggests being even better than before for all that is learned on the journey.
I'd like to know why these adaptive and ultimately healthy qualities of many of the most creative leaders or people in the world is considered an illness? Why? Perhaps it's time to view the adaptability of these creative people as the healthy ones. I find the argument that these features are illness just plain short-sighted.... Continue Reading →
I've posted this poem twice before, but this is the first time I've accompanied it with this beautiful reading by its author, Maya Angelou. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqOqo50LSZ0&feature=youtu.be Still I Rise -- Maya Angelou You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust,... Continue Reading →
In a lot of the withdrawal groups 18 months is held up as the average time those of us with heavy withdrawal syndromes can expect recovery. It has always seemed rather an arbitrary and meaningless marker to me. Many people recover fully well before that time, others don't experience any illness at all. I'm not sure how that number came to be, but I really don't think it means anything at all.
There was a great and inspiring article in the New York Times yesterday entitled, Learning to Cope With a Mind’s Taunting Voices. I read it in the morning and was very moved by it but had no commentary for it so thought I'd wait to see if something arose to introduce it with. When I... Continue Reading →
