Dr. Reich Video

I have been to Wilhelm Reich's museum twice and to a three day seminar. I have been on its Facebook page for years. Since Mary Boyd Higgins  died, she was Dr. Reich's editor and in charge of the Museum, new direction has taken place. I am not privy to its changes but its tone is authoritarian. Nerveless their continual exploring of  Dr. Reich's discoveries is encouraging. 

Of late the Museum wished everyone  Love, Work, Knowledge for the New Years. Having written  extensively on Love, Work and Knowledge,  I asked if I could post on their site.Their response was shocking. Without notifying me they wiped out my request. No explanation. By doing this suggests a cult like projection. I am disappointed, sadden that The Museum has stopped respecting new information, which  I feel would be inline with Dr.'s Reichs paradigm.

In reviewing the ending of Dr. Reich's video his awareness of his Orgone Energy consciousness separates himself from  the consciousness of his students. Perhaps the Museum needs to take notice.

As such I discontinued my membership.

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Captures my experience of Dr. Reich.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKiK5afXYgg

Are You Healthy?

Dr. Reich asked Myron Sharaf, on their first meeting.

The question has huge meaning. 

Dr. Reich was immediately evaluating Myron Sharaf's health by verbal and Orgone projection. Having healthy, dedicated colleagues was needed to balance the work. The knowledge that was needed would encompass all aspects of love for your fellow humans. When the Orgone has no restrictions than spontaneity feels honest, wholesome, and integral. Hence are you healthy? 

Dr. Reich was a humanitarian. By the very nature of his work, his empathy for human sickness was paramount. Our  world is filled with the Emotional Plague. The danger of human misery and their poor choices was Dr. Reich's healing pursuit. 

Grieven

 My mother didn't have much to do with me. I was the third child and my mother only had energy for two. My dad was at work, and was left on my own. My mother cooked for my father. She was old schooled that way. She would perform all her wifely duties, as long as he was  providing. 

 I was the helper when Mom went shopping, Sawdust on the floor that was the butcher shop. Chicken's in the back in cages and the blue flames . An odd smell. Later I realized it was the burnt feathers. Blue flames were always on. No words between me and my Mom. I was there to help. She could have been anyone. I was bored except for the blue dreams.. 

Usually during the winter I would not be outside. No one was out to play. My mother was cooking. So I stood and watched. It could be chicken soup with eggs that were still in the chicken. Making blintzes was my favorite. She would mix together flour, milk and egg and presto, a blintz. I would get the broken ones. Chopped liver was not a favorite. It had a strong taste. Schmaltz, chicken fat, would be added. Then the secret onion recipe. Onion chopped and slowly cooked till they were dark and brown. Crispy, crunchy, sweet . 

 Every Friday night was the big dinner. It was chicken soup, roast beef  and well done vegetables. There wasn't much gab. My family was a refugee family. Mom had come over from somewhere European. She never told me. My brother had more info. He thinks Poland. My sister was distant. The worst smell was cooked fishes, gefilter. If you ate it with horseradish it was bearable.

Though I miss  my family umbrella's safety, when I look at my Grandparents picture I am awakened to fear. My mother looked like my grandmother, a big round tank, and my Grandfather, thin, tight and held in. I can see the horrendous struggle they endured. I am thankful they survived. I never wanted to be them. and knew I was broken by them.

Grieven is onions cooked long, brown, crispy and sweet. When you're a Jew you have been used, abused, murdered, cooked, turned brown, thin,or huge to forget the abuse. Grief was held in till one way or another till it killed you. I grieve for all who have been abused.

A panacea can be insidious, it can be love. Being included in the family with nickel and dime love is abusive. The family by not allowing feelings to be expressed is depression. Love as control is the foundation of the Emotional Plague character. If control is all you get your release will be addiction. Being fearful to express anger, sadness, fear at not being heard leads to a loss of what it is to be a human animal. As an adult a failure to express yourself leads to dissatisfaction. The lack of Orgone movement and its Orgasm reflex will be buried in addictive confusion. On one's journey to self enlightenment the movement of Orgone often becomes confused with memories of childhood denial of expression. The families memories needs to be dredged up and fear, anger, sadness expressed. In my case I sat down with my mother and told her how I felt and what I experienced. Though she denied everything and wrote me out of her will, I felt I had found my integrity.

The need for loves singular connection arises spontaneously. The hard work has been done and Orgone knows being alive seeks shared flow into another with all the breath, the smells, the glory of completion. Though love never happened with my family, love symbiosis is built directly into Orgone; the fusion is ultimate wisdom.

 

Leonard Cohen knows love is written into our being. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gM7vULqs31Q

Anthem

 I walked many streets.

Saw without seeing 

Particularly trees.

Lost in S.F..

The trunk was thick 

Held the wild branches.

Soon the leaves would

Be like thoughts. 

The roots stretching

To hold others.

.He entered my life

And graciously tore

Me apart. .

Pulsing fiercely

Children reminding me how to be.

By the school 

Letting loose. 

I hear them say

This is the way it should be.

The ocean can roll you.

The sea can take you.

But stars shine bright within

You, when male and female become one.