Reworking The Body

The closer the future victim is to the Kingdom of God with his knowledge, the surer will he be chosen to be murdered by the pestilent character. All this goes on with no single soul, not even the murderer himself, being aware of what is happening. From The Murder of Christ Dr. Wilhelm Reich.

Having a confused reality is directly proportionate to your contracted body. In early life I, you, had plenty of Orgone. No problem existing with my own emotional plague, armor. Now as I am older my Orgone has diminished and unlocking bad posture is hard. Muscles have settled in. It is important to get to posture as early as possible. It means understanding why I bent different muscles into difficult alignments 

Releasing the contractions releases Orgone. Orgone is the the intricate connections keeping everything else working. Consciousness is held down by contraction. Only part of my moving forward was moving forward. A huge unknown had split off and was holding down my speaking up. Being numb to my dysfunctional family kept me unconscious, ignorant. Over time the holding molded my posture. Being held in by poor posture leads to low Orgone, and a body that feels solid as a piece of wood. All of this was unknown to me. I had lots of Orgone when I was young. It comes with being a child. But as you age the Orgone begins to diminish.

Sometimes I am crippled by years of neglect. Did my father beat me? Hell yes. Did my brother sneak punch me in my face. Yes. My mother withheld touch, closeness, and inflected inappropriate  revenge on the whole family. She released her anger, her screaming voice, by ignoring me or not allowing me to have a connection that retarded my consciousness. She amazed me by stealing my money. I was in  in shock. But that notorious split occurred. My unconscious took over and bent my body in different ways to still the Orgone and not react to the dangerous abuse, and my Orgone's given purpose. 

Becoming aware that posture is not stiff, not mechanical, makes walking, a moving balance, enjoyable. Breathing is awareness that your in your body. On the inhale your contracting the diaphragm muscle and taking in Orgone, oxygen. On the exhale your relaxing the diaphragm and Orgone is flowing, Each breath moves the Orgone. It's subtle Orgone., yet overwhelming. The movement of Orgone reminds you were once were flowing Orgone. 

 John Lennon took a rocket ship to his truth.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMewtlmkV6c

When plasmatic motility happens than one's childhood  flourishes right into present day. Continual Orgone flow means knowing contact, connection within and without is one's true destiny. Even with a twisted body love is a wonder.

Now

Why is being present difficult? When your in the now you don't knock glasses off the table and food doesn't doesn't drip on your shirt. After hundreds of mistakes, over countless years I paid attention. I wanted to feel my Orgone streaming. I wasn't in the now. 

I realized I was moving hands, my feet without first looking. I was somewhere else. I liked not being present. Its a defense I used growing up. I couldn't change their neglect. Left to my own devices was limited. Neglected left me contracted. TV was my view. Consciousness didn't develop. I wound up for many reasons with an over developed mental chatter that as an adult occupied me. especially when stressed. My solution was tied to paying attention with my eyes. First look where I'm  going and then move. The chatter reduced, also that voice that was seeking solutions became evident, evaluating possibilities. Fewer miscues.  

Being in the now was a fantastic surprise. Moving after I looked took me out of a unconscious dream state, like William Blake said "like the doors of perception were cleansed" into a rich three dee present. The now appeared suddenly. It does take effort to change and not always successful. Old habits die hard. 

The now reminds that being in auto pilot means that you're not experiencing full consciousness. It's a defense mechanism to avoid a forgotten abusive past. 

Successful Failure

In the western culture, attention, survival, is dependent on success. Being successful can lead to an arrogant pleasure. Success, at an early age, leads to some Orgone filling and a self righteous attitude that confirms that nothing is wrong. Social species find security and pleasure in attention and success.    Attention moves Orgone and the possibility of deeper pleasure. I am a successful and I make the rules, reassuring the Emotional Plague. People who are addicted to success, never focus on their behavior and have no  idea about armor, addiction. Their successful and that confirms reassures their attitude, their character.

 Addictive choices become a substitute for exploring help. Women are beautiful and are instinctive; men are in comparison homely and doers. Men need to be out seeking sovereignty; it is hard to come by in our economy. Women are attracted to success as it guarantees security, home, a place for children.  After experimental sex both sexes realize their sexual dysfunction and focus on success which hide deep seated disturbances. Sex is a primary drive and can not be a substituted by babies, money or celibacy. 

The sex conundrum began in a restrictive childhood. Adults largeness can frighten spontaneous connections with the baby. Adults stillness is experienced as threatening. The baby's Orgone becomes isolated, or physically or emotionally abused. Not able to experience or know pleasure, the choice is successful work. Addictions becomes a way out that needs to be continually repeated. Work becomes ones success and refuge. Ultimately the relationship failures reminds you that success without satisfaction is failure.

Blue Light

Sunny day. In my small kitchen, while reaching the fridge can almost touch the stove. I turn to go and pop, a loud pop. I turn and see a blue light disappearing. I think its a light bulb or an electrical something and I look thoroughly but nothing. After a while I forget it. 

I am working in a shop selling American flags and a guy says 

he is an ex soldier. I am compelled to tell him blue pop story. Turns out he was a nurse during the Nam war. He relates that a blue light sometimes appeared when a death occurred. The conversation was earie. Never having met him yet we shared a troubling unknown.

Days later it I remembered  my sister had died during the time of the blue pop. Now I connected the two. 

 

I am now connecting that blue with Dr. Reich's descriptions of Orgone as blue. The Earth is the blue planet. Giving off blue Orgone at death makes sense. Remembering the blue pop gives me the chills.

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Before Your Eyes Birds and Trees

Repetitive behavior is hypnotic, its components, actions can cause mistakes by thinking the activity has been done. In a rush to complete an activity the last step can be forgotten. Focus, memory will be smothered by believing success is common.  Anxiety will be the reminder that forgetting to breathe, duh, suggests a problem. Conscious behavior has habitual patterns that hypnotize oneself into ignoring past abuses and addictive dangers.

Muscles become contracted to stop feeling, it's automatic and freezes emotions like a possum. Feelings is Orgone movement. Aha words, describing anger appears after the expression. Ones character is Orgone moving through contracted muscles.The emotions need to be expressed through the movement of Orgone. Aborted pleasure signify restricted understanding, restricted breathing. Orgone has intelligence. Its wordless experience.  

Without the love of mother for the child the culture of  greed blooms and self destruction unconsciously ends a betrayed consciousness. If one is genital, enlightened, than a fully released Orgone is pursued through mutual orgasm. Orgasm releases the excess Orgone into waves of understanding pleasure. Orgasm is the star of the universe. Humans have the template to be like the cosmos. Truth be told and its clear, superimposition is the template of the universe.

Looking for a super hero. 

Our culture derived a brutal reminder from Roman times. Conquer or die. "You servants of the state". No one wants this happening to them. For two thousand years the Kings have been working us.Their sitting by the pool, or playing golf, feeding their addictions: ignoring their ignorance. 

Super heroes is the fantasy of our times. Super heroes is a dream that would end all this ignorance. Right now super heroes in comics have increased dramatically. Fantasy is prevalent. The hard work to change society is not even understood. All of us are still in survival mode. Perhaps if we had one super hero there would be change. Otherwise its a nickel and dime world where the geniuses are martyred.  People  have always wished to fly. In dreams we fly, it's miraculous. If you could fly like a bird you would be a super hero. What would you choose? Fly off into space in a small rocket ship probably to a barren planet. Your humanity needs so much more. Wouldn't you rather choose a birds life. Living within the majestic. 

 Take a look.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TtqnTP4ucnY

Trees 

I came to Bristol, R.I. because visiting I was impressed by trees, the majestic  greenery. Being here for 13 years I have felt the rooted trees, spreading their intelligent balance, strength.Speed up time you would see trees are dancers.Their expressions are portrayed in their branches, balancing their rise to the sky. Some wait for the leaves of winter to soften their art others pirouette.

There are moments when I stand next to one of my favorite trees, wide, bumps, immeasurably tall that I begin to stand taller. Looking up I see the life force balancing the branches, the thousands of leaves swaying. Trees communicate with each other underground. Its been proven that tress share carbon through their roots with neighboring trees. 

I begin to feel my toes reaching for the earth, my arms moving against the wind and I breathe in harmony. I give you carbon and returned oxygen. Trees have their roots sucking up mother earth. Orgone, reaching for the stars. Peaceful, communicators with other trees underground. If we could grow as big and strong and be as beautifully decorated we would be a super hero. 

Geese, dogs, and cats.

Animals can have super abilities.

Geese fly in formation, great distances and assign lookouts when eating. Once I saw hundreds of geese line up on the ground in a straight line. Dogs have super smell. Cats are great parents. 

Humans without Orgone abilities are purveyors of nonsense. 

My Uncle Aaron And Aunt Rose

I was maybe seven.  My mother was speaking Yiddish on the phone. I wasn't sure why? It annoyed me. I wanted to understand. Soon the family was off to Aunt Rose and uncle Aaron's. Once in awhile my Dad drove us in one of his milk trucks. Sitting on a milk case, in the back as we rattled along. The trip seemed to go on but it was about thirty five minutes through Brooklyn streets to Aunt Rose and Uncle  Aaron's whose house where Passover celebration was being held. Passover was my usual full speed ahead, a lot of food and Uncle Aaron's basement.

Old Smoky was the name of the car, a 1950's Dodge, that My Uncle Aaron let me press the starter button.  

Aunt Rose's stocking's were rolled down. There was a kind seriousness in her presence. I could feel her; she was alert to my little self. I was given the run of their home. I tore through the living room, through Cousin Frankie's ophthalmologist's office and into Brooklyn streets.  I was the youngest and my mother, a difficult refugee from the old European country got her way through a strong will, and the threat of my  lurking, powerful father. She was a large woman. She paid little attention to me. As an adult I asked her why? "Your fathers job to take care of you." Thankfully my father was born here and had some good qualities. He would, every night, say good night and scratch our backs which felt so good.

Passover was a big table with Uncle Aaron holding court. He was not loud, it was just his good will that reigned. At other times when my mother was in the hospital he took my brother and me to synagogue. 

My favorite uncle was Uncle Aaron. He was big. he was a plumber. He smoked, he drank and he ate big. He was religious. He took me to Schule and never had to say a word except there was a a peaceful satisfaction that I could relate to even at 5 maybe seven,. He let me hang with him in his basement where all the tools were, and the big pipes, and barrels of pickles and fermenting cherries that we would share. Though I never became a plumber I wished I had. My uncle died carrying a bathtub by himself up till the sixth floor. His presence and faith inhabit me.

Reminisces Passover With My Family

Passover as a child was a happy break from my usual life with my family. We would take the ride to Aunt Rose and Uncle Aaron's house. Once in awhile my Dad drove us in one of his milk trucks. Sitting on a milk case, in the back as we rattled along. The trip seemed to go on but it was about 35 minutes through Brooklyn streets. Aunt Rose's kitchen was bustling with my mother and my cousins slipping in and out. 

I am small. Everyone is busy. I remember the door and I descend the stairs into the basement. It is hard to see. There is dusty smell. At the bottom there are large pipes and different tools. A vice in one corner. A small window in the bathroom. A container on the sink. It's open. It is gritty. LAVA SOAP.

A big barrel by the stairs as I hear the voices and the their steps. Upstairs Lenny, my two year older brother is running through with Paul our fun cousin.  Aunt Rose comes to me. She has a chicken sandwich. Its rye bread with an extra piece of fat. It is so good. I tear through living room, people everywhere  My cousin Stevie and I play outside. 

We're hushed inside for dinner. It is a  long table. All is quiet. My brother begins reading the Passover four questions. Uncle Aaron has hidden the symbolic matzoh. The silver dollar reward whoever finds the matzoh. I spot the bulge in the tablecloth. I want the reward. I hear laughter as I  disrupt the table.

After dinner my brother, my partner and I tackle Uncle Aaron. He is our compatriot. Lucky for me I had Uncle Aaron. In his dark basement I would continually explore. The mystery of pipes, his tools, and his casks of fermenting pickles and wine. A particular favorite was his brandy soaked cherries. I was five and Uncle Aaron paid attention to me. 

Uncle Aaron would call us to play. Can you remove the silver dollar between his fingers? Lenny and I would try to wrench it free. We crawled over our foe. Two hands were not enough. Even with my brother holding on, no luck. He was big Uncle Aaron, a plumber. The struggle went on. Wrenching our bodies over his body, twisting everyway.  Uncle Aaron just composed and finally he would let go. 

Can you tell how much I loved my Uncle Aaron. A man who held me in his arms without saying a word.

.All seems normal. Beneath the activity of family lies many secrets that are forgotten in the rush of togetherness. Afterwards we all go back to our typical patterns. I would continue to be ignored. I would find myself alone after school,  and then in my bed. Boredom would overtake me and I would force myself to go out and play. My friends filled in for my missing family. 

Puberty was fun with a few rubs with girls. The secrets, isolation, misconceptions with everyone leads to wondering, addictions and if lucky Orgone Therapy. 

"When the heart weeps for what it has lost, the spirit laughs at what has gained."- Sufi aphorism

Tai chi chih

The early martial artists became aware of Chi (that Dr. Reich called Orgone), in their practice: focused movement moves Orgone streaming. I began my partial study of Tai Chi in the mid seventies; then  as a massage student in 1991 I learned Tai Chi Chih a form that focuses on simpler movements. I have since incorporated Orgonomic breathing techniques developed by Dr. Wilhelm Reich and some movements taught by Carlos Castaneda called Tensegrity, and Qi Gong and  African foot rocking.

 I have found my new combinations loosening my musculature. The movements unlocks  Orgone  streaming. I call  my form Cattto. C for Qi Gong, A for Africa, T for Tai Chi Chih, T for Tensegrity, and O for Orgonomitic breathing.

Chi is Orgone flow..Catto awakens streaming, opening our consciousness to our original template. The practice reminds consciousness of the pleasure of grace. The effort changes bodily perception into having more presence, into artful movement. Experience Orgone flow moving from depressed towards the bodies surface and base your activity, the spontaneous surprise on its movement.

The following you tube is a child expressing Orgone though his body. Singular movement.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bB8b45pabAk

The Nose Knows

Dogs have super powers. Smell, their super power is keeping dogs in perpetual Orgone streaming; dogs pleasure is Orgone filling the surface of their body. As long as dogs smell their perfect. A leash no problem: I have my nose in the glorious earth. Smell bypasses armor and denies other experiences.

My dog, Buffalo loved swimming, and anything to do with water. Yet he hated baths and loved mud. They  itch all the time with all that unwashed hair. Love water but a chlorinated bath, hell no. I can smell the chlorine in our drinking water, chlorine doesn't  taste good and smells sour. Imagine what dogs smell or taste when trying to get them in a tub. They hate it and so would you. Rather take a mud bath than humans water.

Stop. Do not wash your dog with house chlorinated water. Dogs have super powers  Super olfactory. How far a dog smells depends on conditions such as wind and type of scent, but they have been reported to smell objects and people over 12 miles away. Dogs' olfactory systems work so well that they can be trained to pick up odors as little as a pictogram which is a trillionth of a gram.

They rather roll in dirt than chlorine. So would everyone.

I  love smells. Smelling bypasses restraint and moves Orgone into pleasure. Dogs are always focused on smelling. Their happiness in cars, head in open window is uncontrollable. Smell is heavenly.

Cancer is easy for a dog to smell and smells bad. Just ask any dog.

Addiction

 Addiction is the center of my writings based on Dr. Wilhelm Reich's Work. A desperate need to change must be accessed to resolve addiction. As important, the chosen therapy must produce immediate results. The patient must leave the session feeling saved, understood, relieved and hopeful that an answer has been found.

Enclosed are some clips from my writings.

Mrs. Wilson worked her fear. We were controlled but our silent acknowledgement led to being covert, and unified. We would pool our money and sneak out to buy candy that we would share. That sugar rush that added to my food addiction. Candy, foods are an important distraction: boredom, controlled deadness could be perverted. A saving evil.

I looked at the white covering. It was  so sweet and the bread soft. I liked the attention. I liked the sweetness, it spread through me;  I was different, better. Later I knew why I would eat to feel different, special, an addict.

The baby has taken some control of his life at a tremendous cost. Control feels like you can survive and often during your life control is the difference between life and death. Control is a necessary skill that all of us need to wear like a coat . A coat that is up to us to put on or take off. The problem with control is when control starts at an early age and gets reinforced by further trauma than control becomes chronic and becomes a character formation. Control that is chronic stimulates a need for addictive release because it is not removable by the individual except by an outside addictive lifestyle. 

Life is movement. Like an amoeba, human beings' energy can be pulsing. Addiction is the substitution of a shallow pulse for life's satisfying primary pulse.
Children are born with the primary pulse and it is a natural unconscious reflex. As natural as a bird flying. From day one children feel the threat of cessation, of their pulse, as an immediate threat to their survival. Closing down by contracting the muscles allows a feeling of calmness to occur. The price for peacefully fitting in is the loss of flowing Orgone (energetic purpose). Addiction becomes a way of finding some small level of  excitement.  

Work seems to be the addiction of our culture. Work is a slippery slope. Survival built into work can easily be justified by long hours, and excuses that seem reasonable. I have no time for reading; I have heard often enough or I am fine. Actually I have said versions of these myself. I worked 60 hours a week and had little time for  introspection and less time for meaningful connection. A deep rooted fear of losing control of my status and not receiving the attention I needed for survival had driven me to overwork. The culture of the West added to this crowning effect by giving work success all the rewards of a hero returning from battle

Accessing my Orgone, my core allowed me to understand my character; the ways I hold myself, the way I handle emotions, my tension. Being neglected, left out, ignored in the past will lead to addiction. Not achieving acknowledgement from the family, fairness from the culture, leads to seeking pleasure from divergent sources, often addictive substances.

Addictions are an escape from being balanced in your body. Addictions are an escape from yourself. The hidden family abusive memories have been forgotten and addictions keep them buried. Knowing your journey is mapped in your alignment, your posture your restricted breath, gives us a reference point to chart our goals. 

No Models

I asked my mother why she never came  into my bedroom to say goodnight. No kiss good night. No story ever. She said that was Dads job. Except Dad was at work. The ramifications from her neglect is huge. The loss of connected streaming breeds a dark hole of anxiety: a twisted armature of confused reality. What was missing became an unconscious need to be filled, it will jeopardize future relationships, particularly with woman. Seeking to be fulfilled will not happen. The past needs to be dug up, murdered. Expressing the rage at neglect puts you in touch with one's armor and aliveness that was buried. In expressing emotions the armor slowly begins to take a back seat to Orgone streaming.

Bright  lighting, silver nitrate, sterile birth conditions, drugged mother, than all the buried anger in the unconscious becomes a flag waving at you and a direction that needs to be followed. Yet that path is filled with a darkness made up of buried feelings that are bolted  down with an invisible fence worse than any dog fence. No one modeled how to emote, how to react to neglect: barely breathing, just a  being without affect 

The first template is the birth process; contraction or deadening of the emotions proceeds to no movement in the birth cannel. Now they have to pull out baby or its an emergency. The unconscious remembers. Being pulled or stuck needs to be experienced bodily,.Orgone Therapy will loosened the armor, the process will remind the consciousness of the birth. The Orgone collapse will become conscious and through Therapy expressing the lost anger. To be loved, to be validated, to have familiarity with ones Orgone, to understand, needed full body contact with a loving mother. Neglect will be a 2 AM wakeup. The child's scattered focus will seek an addicted anchor.

Having no streaming example resulted in no conscious Orgone moment. The streaming of the mother and breast feeding reassures the baby of life's pleasure. Instead the continuation of stagnant streaming will butt into a addictive release, often sexual. Armor developed a strong habit that felt safe, Without loving contact one doesn't fully exist.

Orgone Therapy understands that one has to learn by practicing the emotions never modeled. Addiction cannot be controlled by force of will without freezing the emotions. The solution get yourself to Orgone Therapy.

anomaly

"Reich concluded by saying that they're no authorities in the field of orgonomy. Then to ask the authorities of the old science to confirm it was to say the least-naïve". 1

Dr. Reich was from another planet. Yes when Dr. Reich says in Contact With Space I might be from another planet, I say he was. Dr. Reich was thousands of years ahead of his time. In a very short time he discovered how to help humanity in so many ways. Not only through Orgone Therapy, biophysically, cancer understanding, weather modification, and U.F.O., contact and desert exploration. Looking around today no one can grasp the immensity of his genius. Instead put him in jail. That's what the retarded did. 

"Reich always wanted to leave  the door open for persons with special gifts to practice Orgone Therapy without medical training." 2

Left out. Wound up following my typical unaware life. But late puberty and some unconscious anger and I was fortunate to be in  therapy with Dr. John Rinn, who studied with Dr. Duvall who had been in Therapy with Dr. Reich. I was without a Medical degree and part of the the rebelliousness hippie Timothy Leary Generation. Like Camus the Stranger, also called the outsider, I developed a unique perspective on the Culture I was brought up in.

"We rely on knowledge on the deep rooted knowledge about the laws of life which are in man" 3 

 In Orgone Therapy Orgone streaming spontaneously appeared. At times it was an anger streaming and stayed for 20 minutes, if I am not contracted. Also an orgasm Orgone that filled my body and left me with a enlightenment that filled me.   

 I like Dr. Reich stand outside the culture. Oddly I even stand outside Dr. Reich who had a Medical Degree and also was meshed with trying to help our culture become whole. I hope our culture becomes whole, less filled with the Emotional Plague, but I don't believe that will happen. The main reason is that the culture has run away from Dr. Reich's genius. And I believe genius is a slight estimation of what Dr. Reich accomplished. 

"Reich had argued strongly that the chief requirement should be a medical degree or its equivalent; in the end his opinion prevailed."4. Its all there is his therapy, in our bodies, our consciousness, and his books, not just in degrees.  Not in the addicted authorities rules. Not in the the mama boys hiding in plain sight. Not in our libraries. Nothing in Bristol's  huge non fiction library, except Sharaf's book Fury on Earth. The established Orgonomists are blind to my blog, and to others who are leading the way, bringing new insights into their official realm.

After all the words, the pithy statements, the God like art, then all of us will have to breathe and experience the filling Orgone within and without. As a baby not being held and lovingly massaged and sweetly breast fed is abuse, it's sickening neglect. The result is unresponsive body awareness. A search for the missing loving will be futile without Orgone Therapy. 

Dr. Reich's secondary emotions sums up our culture and the frozen structures inhibiting change. Armor not released blocks the experience of complete body orgasm.  Releasing Orgone through mutual orgasm is enlightenment. All else will fade.

1. Fury On Earth Sharaf Pg. 353

2. Fury On Earth Sharaf page 348

3. Fury on Earth Pg. 348

4. ibid+