This is the second of your written shorts I've encountered. I still like your writing, but here I discovered something I didn't notice in the first piece [Sex Heals Trauma]. There, I learned that you had not yet discovered the psychological practice called Focusing. About this, more later. Now, I must address these two brief paragraphs from this posting.
"I would like to know if other people feel like they get over the intensity of organizing. I tend to connect very powerfully with people, but often find that I’m a bit “too much.”
The obvious answer is that I should go fight in the IDF, but I don’t think they’d take me, I can’t leave my mom and my cat, and I’ve got some good stuff going on in my life right now."
Are you perhaps struggling with the nagging suspicion that your mind remains on the wrong side of history?
Now, another note on Focusing as a practice. I spent decades using sex as a curative for my PTSD. It was always the best fix I could find, even better than getting shit-faced, butt-walking drunk, which I also enjoyed when I couldn't get laid.
Then a beautiful spirited woman asked me if I would like to look into something that might help me with my PTSD. I did. I found it was invaluable, and still use it daily, as the flashbacks might hide away for a spell, but they continue lurking in the background, just out of view, waiting for that moment when the stress triggers another one.
Obviously, the organization is focusing.org and there is plenty of discussion there from things on getting started, to on-line teachers, etc.
Now I want to come back to what brought me here: I was so attracted to your writing that I wanted to follow someone as compulsive and obsessed as I am about addressing the urgencies of the moment. I found these two addictions in Vietnam, after a childhood of more than sufficient PTSD to drive anyone crazy. Same Mom & Dad. Same 13 siblings from both of them every one of us could claim inheriting the same double-dose of Mitochondrial Miopathy or Mitochondrial Meiosis. The first one who died took his own life. He was then 39. A very successful salesman, womanizer, snooker-pool pro, and cocaine addict. He took his life after his attorney told him the judge could no longer be bribed.
Since then four more have gone to the otherside, all from mitochondrial-related diseases, including one who got herself swept up in the medical-malfunction-hospital corruption cut-them-every-time you can mania now possessing the AMA, et. al. The plandemic is real; even SCOTUS is attempting to navigate the legalism nightmare it hath wrought. Supposedly they are lost inside their own conundrums, but they have until June to rule on the case. Unless they elect to simply not rule this term. Hey, they are the most untouchables of the empire's many untouchables. Consider any one of the hundreds of thousands of celebrities, from Hollywood to the WEFers.
Now I am attempting to take my Focusing into my writing out of the flashbacks and the remaining haunting stories from the two combat tours, the second one covert.
I love my own writing, so it is wonderful that I also have a stellar writing coach/editor/critic. He is a year younger than I, and also hails from South Carolina, one of the states that delivers perhaps the highest per-capita PTSD cases the national empire hosts. I long to achieve appealing written sentences. Part of me wants to learn to write as compelling of things as Orwell, as short of sentences as Hemingway, as punchy of stories as Vonnegut.
About this national empire. As others are busily already analyzing and spelling out, the empire's elites are busily imploding this empire, and taking the whole nation, all of what we have thought we have long loved down the chaos swamp's quick-sands of imperial collapse. What I have to contribute to this latter discussion is how the writing has taught me that the real topic upon which I am spell-bound is the question of how did our nation's writers allow the national dogma-swamp's-script-writers to convert the inherited notion of patriotism into the indisputable fact of having reduced every one of our so-called peace officers and military uniforms' inhabitants into the world's most repugnant and well-disciplined terrorists? An already vastly clear cult of cults that cannot discern where its own work really is, cannot win another war since WW II, and cannot police without reckless abandon into the very most horrible genocide, even on the US's "most stellar" campuses?
Why does the subject have no writers? The whole nation has supposedly riveted its attention for more than a generation on the topic of terrorism. We have been at war with terrorism all along, and are supposedly stamping out terrorism, and today nowhere more than on our academic campuses? What's with all the silence about home-grown, made in the good old USA terrorism? Are we all a nation of shrinking coward stupid liberal wussies many of whom even pretend to be conservatives? And not one of which are either?
My only experience with organizing affected me intensely. My passion and energy was sapped at the age of 20 when I saw my attempt to organize maids and janitors falter after a compromise was reached by the union that nullified the vote, by reclassifying individuals into different groups. I began to see the world differently.
This is the second of your written shorts I've encountered. I still like your writing, but here I discovered something I didn't notice in the first piece [Sex Heals Trauma]. There, I learned that you had not yet discovered the psychological practice called Focusing. About this, more later. Now, I must address these two brief paragraphs from this posting.
"I would like to know if other people feel like they get over the intensity of organizing. I tend to connect very powerfully with people, but often find that I’m a bit “too much.”
The obvious answer is that I should go fight in the IDF, but I don’t think they’d take me, I can’t leave my mom and my cat, and I’ve got some good stuff going on in my life right now."
Are you perhaps struggling with the nagging suspicion that your mind remains on the wrong side of history?
Now, another note on Focusing as a practice. I spent decades using sex as a curative for my PTSD. It was always the best fix I could find, even better than getting shit-faced, butt-walking drunk, which I also enjoyed when I couldn't get laid.
Then a beautiful spirited woman asked me if I would like to look into something that might help me with my PTSD. I did. I found it was invaluable, and still use it daily, as the flashbacks might hide away for a spell, but they continue lurking in the background, just out of view, waiting for that moment when the stress triggers another one.
For a primer on Focusing go to the master teachers. Here is a student writing on the master: https://focusing.org/news-feed/meaning-experiencing-and-creation-meaning
Obviously, the organization is focusing.org and there is plenty of discussion there from things on getting started, to on-line teachers, etc.
Now I want to come back to what brought me here: I was so attracted to your writing that I wanted to follow someone as compulsive and obsessed as I am about addressing the urgencies of the moment. I found these two addictions in Vietnam, after a childhood of more than sufficient PTSD to drive anyone crazy. Same Mom & Dad. Same 13 siblings from both of them every one of us could claim inheriting the same double-dose of Mitochondrial Miopathy or Mitochondrial Meiosis. The first one who died took his own life. He was then 39. A very successful salesman, womanizer, snooker-pool pro, and cocaine addict. He took his life after his attorney told him the judge could no longer be bribed.
Since then four more have gone to the otherside, all from mitochondrial-related diseases, including one who got herself swept up in the medical-malfunction-hospital corruption cut-them-every-time you can mania now possessing the AMA, et. al. The plandemic is real; even SCOTUS is attempting to navigate the legalism nightmare it hath wrought. Supposedly they are lost inside their own conundrums, but they have until June to rule on the case. Unless they elect to simply not rule this term. Hey, they are the most untouchables of the empire's many untouchables. Consider any one of the hundreds of thousands of celebrities, from Hollywood to the WEFers.
Now I am attempting to take my Focusing into my writing out of the flashbacks and the remaining haunting stories from the two combat tours, the second one covert.
I love my own writing, so it is wonderful that I also have a stellar writing coach/editor/critic. He is a year younger than I, and also hails from South Carolina, one of the states that delivers perhaps the highest per-capita PTSD cases the national empire hosts. I long to achieve appealing written sentences. Part of me wants to learn to write as compelling of things as Orwell, as short of sentences as Hemingway, as punchy of stories as Vonnegut.
About this national empire. As others are busily already analyzing and spelling out, the empire's elites are busily imploding this empire, and taking the whole nation, all of what we have thought we have long loved down the chaos swamp's quick-sands of imperial collapse. What I have to contribute to this latter discussion is how the writing has taught me that the real topic upon which I am spell-bound is the question of how did our nation's writers allow the national dogma-swamp's-script-writers to convert the inherited notion of patriotism into the indisputable fact of having reduced every one of our so-called peace officers and military uniforms' inhabitants into the world's most repugnant and well-disciplined terrorists? An already vastly clear cult of cults that cannot discern where its own work really is, cannot win another war since WW II, and cannot police without reckless abandon into the very most horrible genocide, even on the US's "most stellar" campuses?
Why does the subject have no writers? The whole nation has supposedly riveted its attention for more than a generation on the topic of terrorism. We have been at war with terrorism all along, and are supposedly stamping out terrorism, and today nowhere more than on our academic campuses? What's with all the silence about home-grown, made in the good old USA terrorism? Are we all a nation of shrinking coward stupid liberal wussies many of whom even pretend to be conservatives? And not one of which are either?
Namaste'.
My only experience with organizing affected me intensely. My passion and energy was sapped at the age of 20 when I saw my attempt to organize maids and janitors falter after a compromise was reached by the union that nullified the vote, by reclassifying individuals into different groups. I began to see the world differently.
Your writing is fluid and you have an engaging and honest style.