Before Your Eyes Birds and Trees

Looking for a super hero. 

Our culture derived a brutal reminder from Roman times. Conquer or die."You servants of the state. Pay up or die"  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. Help feed tree stumps to keep them alive.

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. 

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 fully duh, suggests a problem. Behavior that that habitual patterns can 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. Humans without Orgone abilities are purveyors of nonsense

My Uncle Aaron And Aunt Rose

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 a 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. As I am the youngest in my family, I am meant to read the important questions. An early symbolic slap that over time I will recognize happens over and over.  Uncle Aaron has hidden the symbolic matzoh. The silver dollar reward is for 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. There was one special girl that was overwhelming and unhappily I ran from intimacy.The secrets, isolation, misconceptions with everyone leads to wondering, addictions and if lucky Orgone Therapy. 

My mother was speaking Yiddish on the phone. I wasn't sure why. It annoyed me. I wanted to understand. I was maybe  seven. Soon the family was off to Aunt Rose and Uncle Aaron's, for Passover celebration. I would sit next to my Mother resting my head on her huge arms. I was still the baby. Later my brother told me how that annoyed him He had sat in the back seat of the car. Brooklyn streets were filled with trees and houses. The trip took about thirty minutes but seemed too long.

Aunt Rose's house was a single structure with plenty of room to play. Our cousins were already there  talking loudly. 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 an old European country, got her way through a strong will, and the threat of my lurking, powerful father. My mother was a large woman. She paid little attention to me. As an adult I asked her why? "Your fathers job is to take care of you." Thankfully my father was born here and had good qualities. He would, every night, scratch my back which felt so perfect.

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 had a fabulous car, Old Smoky, a 1950's Dodge. My Uncle Aaron let me press the starter button.  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 five 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.

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

Tai chi chih to Catto

 I began my practice 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.The early martial artists became aware of Chi (that Dr. Reich called Orgone), in their practice. As a practitioner of Tai Chi Chi I became aware that I could feel the Chi or Orgone streaming, initially through my hands. This was a similar experience to when doing massage. 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 call  my form Catto. C for Qi Gong, A for Africa, T for Tai Chi Chih, T for Tensegrity, and O for Orgonenomic breathing.  I have found my new combinations loosening my musculature. 

Catto helps awaken our consciousness to our original template. The combination of Orgonomic breathing, spontaneous movement, and  sound directs the stream, Our birth Template was full body streaming and only abuse forces the streaming to depress thoroughly. Horrible birth procedures and abusive upbringing forces streaming to only exists in the subconscious. 

Catto moves Orgone from depressed, inward, towards the bodies surface. The effort changes bodily perception into having more presence, into artful movement. Catto reminds consciousness of the pleasure of grace, and awakens consciousness wonder. 

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

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

The Nose Knows

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.Smell, their super power is keeping dogs in perpetual Orgone (energy)  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. They rather roll in dirt than chlorine. So would everyone.

Dogs  love smells. Smelling bypasses restraint streaming pleasurable Orgone. 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.

No Models

Bright  lighting, silver nitrate, sterile birth conditions, drugged mother, leads to buried anger in the unconscious; becomes an angry flag 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 affect. Not experiencing Orgone movement modeling  affects adult decisions, and results in a stunted life.

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 slowly become become conscious. 

To be loved, to be validated, to have familiarity with ones Orgone, to understand, needed full body contact with a loving mother. The child's scattered focus will seek an addicted anchor. Armor developed a strong habit that felt safe. Anger, rage must be hidden. Armor which is used for control and fitting in moves the Orgome a bit. Addictions became secrets.

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 Dad's job. Except Dad was at work. The ramifications from her neglect were 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. Poor connections will jeopardize future relationships. Neglect will be a 2 AM wakeup. When neglect occurs the babies Orgone, streamings stays flat; contact with Mother, with the world narrows and imaginary substitutes, and addictives become active. 

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. 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 armor will butt into a addictive release, often sexual. Without loving contact one doesn't fully exist. Full bodily contact, the awakening breath, teaches how to be fully alive. 

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

 In Orgone Therapy Orgone streaming spontaneously appeared. At times it was an anger streaming and stayed for 20 minutes. Ultimately Orgone streaming  became  enlightenment.    

Dr. Reich was from another planet. Yes when Dr. Reich says in Contact With Space, (his last book),  I might be from another planet, I say he was. Dr. Reich was thousands of years ahead of his time. In  forty years 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.  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.

Tiptoeing through the emotional plague. Trees produce fruit. Humans produce, in this time perversion. It is night and no one can truly see. Tour the heart of the orgone. Letting go and let it be. The door swings on its own. You have a front row seat.

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

    

I like Dr. Reich stand outside the culture. Oddly not having a  medical degree I found other helpful modalities. Dr. Reich's  Medical Degree led him to Psychotherapy and Orgone Therapy which is the foundation of life. I hope our culture becomes whole, less filled with the Emotional Plague, but I don't believe that will happen. The main reason is 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.

 Having been taught what it is to be a human being, I am lucky to understand how the Therapy works and the awareness the Therapy uncovers. 

1. Fury On Earth Sharaf Pg. 353

2. Fury On Earth Sharaf page 348

3. Fury on Earth Pg. 348

4. ibid+

Disturbing The Peace

Orgone saved my life. Dr. Wilhelm Reich through his many discoveries reached out through time and taught me how to emote, how to to relax, how to understand, how to release Orgone, and have pleasures in a Emotional Plague reality. Otherwise the build up Orgone within me would have caused a deathly panic.

Early Orgone hid to save my life, from fear of the many abuses I wrote about. A new me appeared: quiet, careful, hiding, and I focused on little clouds: addiction, food, sports, smells. Then off on my own and those addictions were not enough. Anxiety jumped and I remembered; I used to wake in the middle of the night worried. Closet door opens and humming heads would fly out. I was a wreck. Where was I. I had no idea. Turned out I was ignorant.

Armored is addicted. The Orgone, past and present emotions, must be released fully or armor insures an addicted release ( from food to war),and secondary emotions that are ugly, a nasty character. The emotional plague ruins their life by missing being truly alive while seeking minor addicted pleasures that never satisfy.The plague's character insides are Orgone knots, constricted and unable to unwind; if touched it's a spasm nightmare. Without Orgone Therapy knowledge the character cannot truly unlock. The horror is the plague is invisible to the host, and in their desperation to release their unconscious blocked, armor they pervert reality. Those who know recognize their ignorance and see their anger as their compulsion to be right and ignore their unconscious. Affect disturbs people who have buried theirs. Emotional Plague people are volatile; they are unconsciously miserable and will take every opportunity to unleash their misery on you. Beware and stay away.

Addiction is Orgone that gets released as a substitute for expressing primal emotions. The fantasy of addiction is that it replaces the memory and emotion of rejection. One is not oblivious that it is a substitute, or that it even an addiction. Built into our culture many addictions are visible and deemed necessary; cigarettes, alcohol sugar not only legal but considered financially essential for those established industries. Addictions are par and parcel that stop you from seeing, feeling the horror of one's reality. One has to learn how to express emotions to have a chance at feeling the moving Orgone and total pleasure through convulsive sexual orgasm.

Everyone is unaware that they are working extremely hard to regulate their Orgone. When your honest about their relationships watch out for their anger. They will fight like hell to stay the same. No expressive feelings insures control. I cannot convince anyone with words. No one can. I am writing  for those who are already want this info. If words could change the ignorant then the emotional plague would no longer exist.

Do not disturb sign should placed around the neck of the emotionless. Confronting the Emotional Plague with affect should only be undertaken with protection. Their placidity is held down by a murderous unconsciousness that is held in place by a unconscious ruthless panic that they will experience themselves. The hidden past abuse froze the Orgone. No one understood how as an infant to express ones revenge. Now the repressed will fight like hell, eruptive anger, not to uncover the secrets of the past as they have no idea how to express the abuse and miss Orgone healing. 

"The enervating struggle against the emotional plague continues without interruption." Wilhelm Reich American Odyssey pg. 314

Let Me Out

the fly was circling madly
i knew he entered with me

I hear his buzxing cry for help.

light shock,
then no touch
waiting with only eyes,
what is the nothing

the window 

open

back and forth

whoosh and out

 ah and ah

a shout

a catastrophic

chaos un

locking

years

the letting go

both sides

identifying

Orgone

bitter sweet

weird to be

John Lennon was in Primal Therapy. It is a Therapy that access's fight or flight, which gets you into Orgone, emotions that were buried. A Primal Therapist is then available.  

It is achieved  through initial twenty four hour isolation. Lennon's childhood was dysfunctional, absentee father and mother. Integrating  his complex emotions was no quick fix. Art can soothe while tolerating the confusion.

                                                   I Found Out by John Lennon

I told you before, stay away from my door
Don't give me that brother, brother, brother, brother
The freaks on the phone, won't leave me alone
So don't give me that brother, brother, brother, brother No!
I, I found out!
I, I found out!

Now that I showed you what I been through
Don't take nobody's word what you can do
There ain't no Jesus gonna come from the sky
Now that I found out I know I can cry

I, I found out!
I, I found out!

Some of you sitting there with your cock in your hand
Don't get you nowhere don't make you a man
I heard something 'bout my Ma and my Pa
They didn't want me so they made me a star

I, I found out!
I, I found out!

Old Hare Krishna got nothing on you
Just keep you crazy with nothing to do
Keep you occupied with pie in the sky
There ain't no guru who can see through your eyes

I, I found out!
I, I found out!

I seen through junkies, I been through it all
I seen religion from Jesus to Paul
Don't let them fool you with dope and cocaine
No one can harm you, feel your own pain

I, I found out!
I, I found this out!
I, I found out!

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Writer(s): John Lennon

Symptoms, habits are hard to change

Hunter gathers needed no permanent family. It was move on and work together to survive the hostile unforgiving terrain. Nature  insured cooperation. Growing crops and domesticating animals transitioned humans into a new stabilized family. Now cooperation needed communication between the sexes to insure success. All transitions are difficult. The movement to new ideas and actions involved the possibility of mistakes causing a reminder of past abuse. 

The many pitfalls of this new family was solved by patriarchy. But trouble existed with males being too controlling and women having to acquiesce. Success depended on a lack of family conflict. Marriages often had difficulty as humans sexual needs change. The isolated nuclear family structure unlike hunter gathers had a new set of  rules. Neighboring families needed to work together to enhance survival. Ignorance made peace difficult.  For true knowledge, right understanding of a the micro and macro world needed the family to learn from the American Indian circular community.

Ignoring knowledge is a father daughter entertaining duo. The singing promoted by the family provides income and it's socially applauded. Freud's and Reich's insights, particularly the Oedipus complex is unconscious. These many children will miss satisfaction. Instead they will always be yearning for a completion that will not happen. Parents exploit their children's innocence. The family's dynamic demands denial for the abuse that the children are experiencing. Of course the culture of ruthlessness often leaves much worse possibilities.

Top down business practices insures selfishness. Buried rage is used by business to express their anger, their dissatisfaction, and their dysfunction drives greed. Top down authority take the immense profit and only succeeds for those at the top. I am convinced you can talk with acerbity  about dysfunctions and  not a thing would change. What we need to change is people's character through Orgone Therapy and enlightened parenting 

Practicing what I learned in Therapy has helped me not react to a world of secondary emotions but it is not easy as habits are ingrained. Being aware of how difficult accessing  my reduced breathing and  Orgone streaming has allowed me to have empathy for all humans. Typically that works but when it doesn't I try to have empathy for myself.

Movement

When I became aware of my Orgone streaming I  recognized how much Orgone moved to my bodies surface, and how much pleasure I missed by my absent, neglectful mother. Anger is frustrated pleasure. Anger streams powerfully, to the surface of the body; while pleasure would have continued filling fully, softly to the surface.  Orgone was an ever going discovery. The amount of Orgone varied continuously and I had to experience streaming, through Orgone Therapy, to experience its movement. 

Laying there, I am conscious. I am in a room. No one is there. I continue to lay there. Now I want what was missing. It's a fruitless search. I am off. I am lost, off.  I am dizzy, conscious No one gives a moment about me. I am fading and disappearing. My breath, my lungs hardly move. 

As with all my posts it started with Orgone Therapy: with Dr. Rinn's teaching me breathing, with sound on the exhale. The sound alerts you to feeling the hiding and the ah sound accompanies  streaming through the body. If I wasn't conscious of  my breath it meant that I wasn't in my body. I was shallow breathing, armored, and addicted. 

Blocked meant your vision of your surroundings didn't compute and decisions were corrupted by secondary emotions. The journey to self regulation begins with an awareness that one needs help. Pleasure is Orgone Streaming that spontaneously occurs when full respiration is not inhibited, and emotions are freely expressed.

When abused either verbally or physically the body protects itself by pulling in and collapsing, particularly in the vulnerable midsection. Breathing almost stops and tension stops the feeling of abuse. If your small, or unable to fight back, than the hate and anger needs to be released as an adult. The anger is moving out and it's frustration leaves a major reminder later in life that when speaking up with affect you will be abused. Dr. Reich explains that having an armored midsection is tantamount to making bad decisions: unconscious of the crap your getting yourself involved in.1.

Now I had complete breathing. The first couple days I was pleased. Then one morning I had an explosion of vomit. Complete breathing had brought up old hate. No one cared. I could feel a blocked awareness I had never experienced. I attributed this newness to breathing. To inhale was charging and pelvic slight loosening; the exhale with Orgone movement was releasing. It came together. I was damned angry. Breathing deeply opened repressed memories that escaped like bandits. It is a continual process which often includes tremors and clonism. Letting it all happen is challenging.

In the midsection is the liver. Chinese medical theory purports the liver is the seat of anger. Interesting connection. Unconsciously that is also where Orgone gets thoroughly blocked. Vomiting voluntarily helps stimulate, and unlock Orgone in the liver:  Orgone streaming expressed by the liver is healing.. 2.

Lately I've noticed that my additional breathing style involved a stimulation of my mid section. Deep breathing always involved the midsection but now I was conscious of the pelvic and sacrum being involved. Allowing the expression to just happen is like being a different person; trusting my organism to react with orgone and not preordained. I could now focus on pursuing my primary need: love spontaneously shared.

Myriad abuses leads to shallow, unconscious breathing. Human stillness forms a shield, armor that blocks awareness. Addiction is a futile attempt to let go of contraction and for a few moments feel alive, instead of bored, miserable and confused. 

1. Of course the solar plexus is right there.

2. Martial Artists, Chi Kung etc. consider the mid section the seat of power.