Orgasm

Yes for some there is love, and fulfillment, and for others addictive sexual encounters. A primal drive, sexuality, that is neglected leads to not only sublimation but the need to express a confined sexuality in strange and unhealthy ways, addiction.

The body is the reservoir of memory. The mind forgets. Early trauma is buried and the mind locks the disappointment, the abuse, by contracting the musculature which freezes the memory of the Orgone movement, and occupies ones unconscious attention in the holding, stilling of the Orgone.  When one unlocks, through Orgone Therapy than the Orgone releases into a movement of energy, Orgone, that Dr. Reich described as streaming. Consequently the Orgone stimulates the mind to what happened in the past and the unconscious becomes conscious What an amazing experience that is when ones realizes the unconscious exists.

So yes one can remember the early abuse, the difficult birth and many other pleasant and unpleasant baby and childhood memories. Reliving forgotten childhood feelings will open pathways that that are more satisfying than the addictive substances or behaviors that obfuscates realization. Satisfaction is short lived  for the addicted, just some Orgone that moves to the periphery of the body which causes some pleasure and ultimately the addictive cycle continues.

Dr. Reich proved that excess Orgone needs to be released through orgasm. If orgasm is limited, aborted, the consequences of the excess Orgone not released, is often an unconscious misery that will be released through inappropriate, distorted behavior; haven't we all been mean, or cruel or seen others acting out. These neurotic behaviors are directly attributed to sexual frustration

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The movement of Orgone after orgasm enlightens the consciousness with satisfaction and understanding. Knowledge beyond words is the feeling of gratitude for your partner and a smile that yes life does make sense. There is no addictive substance that can replace mutual orgasm and seeking such is continual misery.

Once upon a time

That baby has her toe in her mouth; she is so tiny and she can amazingly put her leg behind her head. Well we all could do that once upon a time. We were one totally with our bodies. What we thought we could do with our bodies we did and that became the problem. When the abuse came we were able to lock down the experience by preoccupying our consciousness with contraction. That contraction when reinforced by further abuse led to restriction, stiffness and finally armor.


Ultimately we went on and forgot the experience of moving Orgone. Life has been swallowed, has become a hidden river flowing deep within us: when the river surfaces the flow is palpable.

What happened to those soft muscles that were strong and
flexible like wet sponges? Our original state we felt whole, flowing, and appropriately moving towards pleasure. Risk taking with another would be a daily occurrence, and contact with the wonder that we are.

Difficult Journey

Most of us have chosen some form of addiction that gets us through, and lots of addictive choices are sanctioned to be OK by our culture. Imagine, as an adult you get a splinter and dam it hurts or a hang nail, it is painful, and if your unfortunate to have something serious than you will experience true oneness with the universe through pain.

All of us are sensitive. Emotional abuse is mostly invisible and twists, confuses. Because it is not always physical, may seem less harmful and easier to be in denial than physical abuse. We bury the pain of horrendous childhood, by denying the memories, understanding and forgiving our parents. It is OK to understand. OK to forgive, not to forget, not to bury the memories, the anger, the fear, the sadness, the years of tears.  It takes being an adult to finally realize what went wrong. That general malaise, that addiction that keeps on returning. That near death catastrophe hopefully takes you to a Therapist preferably an Orgone Therapist.

I was handed a lot of abuse and hid from all of it. I had trouble getting to the core of myself, and because of that expressing myself was never a strong point. I distracted myself and had lousy memory. Being blind, deaf, to the the neglect is a formula for survival as a baby; as an adult a formula for miserable addiction or unaware addiction. Since I was left out, neglected, tortured by "well meaning doctors", I had to learn to express my anger, my fear, my tears in an appropriate setting.

Therapy is hard but therapy allowed me to survive.