no one source of truth or light (multiple musings)

I get information and data about the living whole in every moment of my mindful existence. Sometimes I utilize systems, ideologies, religions, metaphor and/or myth, poetry, art of all kinds and science too. All manner of creativity and human productivity are expressions of the collective whole and thus a source of information and greater connection. […]


Working with “parts” and “subpersonalities” as we come to consciousness and heal

Those of us whose nervous system have been destroyed by psych drugs and withdrawal from them often find ourselves simply splayed open. In essence, our unconscious is screaming at us because our nervous systems have been gravely injured. As we begin to heal we find ourselves diving more and more deeply into our psyches by necessity. This is about some of what we find. This is not unique to those of us who’ve come off psych drugs…it’s simply laid bare. All our human psyches are made like this. …

Little sad child in outdoor.

The hurt and pained bully and love

Someone asked to know more about what I referred to as sub-personalities and parts in the last post: The somatic imperative and meditation — she thought that perhaps it was the drug withdrawal that created these parts. I responded: no, it’s not the drugs or the withdrawal that causes the subpersonalities. They UNCOVER them when the nervous […]


The somatic imperative and meditation

Most of my deep meditations still happen while lying down. This remains necessary because the somatic experience remains far too intense to otherwise tolerate sitting. In order to profoundly allow and experience the healing process (by relaxing deeply into it) the body must be horizontal and completely and progressively more relaxed. This allows the nervous […]


I was a psychiatric success story

I was a psychiatric success story. My mother used to go to NAMI meetings and was able to share the wonderful news about how successful my forced and violent psychiatric treatment had been. I was working a respectable job with respectable responsibilities.The other mothers hung on every word. My psychiatrist too, believed I was a success story. He had done his job well. …