ORGONE WAY Intro

I have been correcting my 81 poem cycle. I was inspired by the Tao Te Ching by Stephen Mitchell.
One of my favorite versions is Dr. Timothy Leary's. 

Mine follows Dr. Reich's four part Orgone release cycle.

Making mistakes is challenging.
Breathing deeply has its challenges.
Living with a woman has its challenges.
Becoming aware of one's armor has its challenges.
Being frozen in a fantasy is insidiously challenging.
Each one needs to be unwrapped. And felt.
How do I know the unknowable?

Orgone Way

After I took the tape off there was a
Sock stuffed in. Surprise there
Was a cork.
I thought that must be it.
And I remembered Plato’s Cave Analogy.
Then there was the rope, then the handcuffs.
I’m done I thought. But then I was
Locked like a Egyptian tomb.
Then I looked
In the mirror and the dull look.
The head leaning to the right, the right shoulder
Up. Defrosting took years.

If I could unlock some of the stiffness

Try letting go,
He said with a gleam. What did that mean?

Working was like Sisyphus.
Than the passion came and a bent tree
Can still grow. Breathing.
This puppet has wings.

Orgone Way

Now alone in the car. Thinking
As the lights turn. Looking at the other
Drivers many alone. The women mostly on
Their cell phones. Planning
Dinners, or focusing on their
Children, parents, husbands. It’s
All a good substitution. Floats our
Orgone out somewhat. I did it
Myself. Takes years to understand
The orgone. It is for the few of us who
Like Jesus said were drowning. Dr. Reich added
Would have died if no intervention.
Man’s right to know is a death
Defying journey into your
Own heart, the excavation that
Saves your life.

Orgone Way

I followed. I listened. When I left the office
I was lit up.
I couldn’t put words on why.
I no longer felt lost. Anytime
I was weird I would lie down and breathe,
Many times a day.
His actions were like fireworks,
They woke me and I was lifted.
Later when I remembered his words
I would say he always knew.

28 Names For Snow

The movement of Orgone in my body has been buried in tension.  Addiction is a result of the stilling of the Orgone. The search for a addictive pleasure is being unaware of the Orgone streaming and will keep you living outside yourself, planning, organizing, and keeping busy; basically looking for your next hobby, or addiction. 

How many names for the energy, Orgone, Prana, Chi, Ki, that is in your body? Yet no names for the actual movement of Orgone.It is simple very few people have accessed those currents that are moving or really for most of us not moving.

Perhaps coming up with names that are more descriptive for the movement of Orgone will clue us into navigating our own Orgone matrix more successfully. The names I want to come up with are descriptions of the actual movements of the Orgone. Fear could be named sudden storm, anger could be called boiling. Joy could be called

no gravity and grief could be called drowning. Anxiety can be called rising and falling with no destination. Depression can be called horse on chest. Roller Coaster panic. Rocket fear. There can be many names for the different aspects of the movement.

 A a baby when  abused, the anger moved, rose to the surface. Than fear accompanied the movement, the muscles locked and froze the Orgone as armor.  Any movement might initiate the abuse again. Being still felt safe. I call this the void. This habitual pattern blocks the initial first rush of Orgone release. The initial release is like the breaking of a dam. That is one reason for the therapist, it's dangerous to experience feeling streaming Orgone. It is a shock that scares you into thinking something is really wrong.

For the lucky few addiction can lead to therapy. Ultimately the flow of Orgone is smooth sailing. Light breeze. Lunch served. The silent knowing.

It's Easy Addiction

Two reasons addictions are prevalent:
first our culture and families are not modeling addictive free behavior,
secondly addiction is easy.

Compare how easy it is to eat my favorite bunch of donuts to
accessing my hidden feelings. Since it has
been easy to feel pleasure, and you haven't worked to understand how to find pleasure by challenging yourself, by learning new behavior, by finding satisfaction in growth than that smug attitude will appear. You no longer need other people because you have your addiction or you need other people to vent your addiction.

The result is the same isolation and a descent into a destructive life.
Learning about yourself and how examining one's life is hard work. Yet built into your being is the ability to find pleasure by challenging yourself, by growing, by changing. Knowing the journey is difficult gives one empathy, compassion for all.

The Problems Are Many The Answer Is Simple

When the wind, Orgone, in us rises to the surface, I am reminded how simple life can be; like a kite moving, the wind in the sails.

Except for most of us the horror of childbirth blocks the flow of Orgone, instead depresses the Orgone and freezes the movement, producing a shield that Dr. Reich called armor. The Orgone locks for many reasons: first not to feel the horror that produced the depression and secondly as a child it is the only form of protection available. Not experiencing one's environment begins a protection like waiting for the storm to pass before going out. Paradoxically that frozen diminished life also produces an anger that must be expressed in some way. Addiction is often the only way to release that held in anger.
Not only does your armor use your energy it also shields the realization that your original needs will never be met. This instinct allows the child to survive.

When the abuse continues then the catastrophic problem is that we ultimately believe that this frozen state is normal. Later when your an adult the held in Orgone will often unlock spontaneously and you'll be inappropriate. Often our only answer is addiction.The desire to feel alive, to feel some release, to feel the Orgone move in our body is so frustrated that addiction seems satisfying. The journey to realization is complicated and without the help of a Orgone Therapist tragic. In the meantime reach out to friends who you can be honest with. Telling your truth is helpful.Feeling the wind of  a new beginning lifts the pasts anchor.
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Armor

Armor is a term I throw around allot. Dr Reich used it to describe
The hardened musculature. The problem I had with understanding
how armor affected me was that armor for most of us begins
when your a baby. Armor happens instinctively. Simply one tightens one's
muscles to protect oneself. Armor gives a form of protection. Not acted on becomes forgotten and
the armor becomes unconscious, and when I am unconscious
I just don't believe armor ever happened. I didn't want to let go of the
constricted muscles because first off it was a habit, and secondly it allowed me to disappear.
Slow down the movement of energy in the body and not only are you out
of touch but also have too much energy centered in the mind. Dr.Reich
spent much of his life helping patients reestablish their energetic flow through the body.



Armor

I sit sweating in the humidity.
Now alone I read the coming attractions.
Playgrounds need sand, swings and screaming children.
When I left the nest there was panic, and work and
Sometimes love, sometimes fulfillment.

The theater is empty, the chairs are stacked and
Heavy, the exit sign is burning.
The buzz is getting louder.
I am looking for the way out, the silent
Scream that stitches me closed.
The lion that lies within.

Try Out

I've been concentrating on writing a poetry cycle.
Basically four parts. It is based on Wilhelm Reichs
4 part cycle.



The Orgone Way

When all my hopes and plans
Fall apart, and all my desires are
Crushed. When my body shrinks
My hands shake, my vision blurs,
No friends to be found, family becomes
Strangers, than I know I will take the
Time to say how fortunate I am.
Fuel for my rage, fuel for my anger,
Fuel for my grief. Fuel for becoming
One with the Orgone.

When There Is No Love There Is Always Food

Tonight I'm planning an old favorite of Shrimp in a Boat. When I was a kid we went to Nathans
in Coney Island. Fried Shrimp with tartar sauce in initiall paper boat (later plastic boat).
Sweet it was with plastic family. Yes at times the family was paper but it was few and gnawed those times like that old bone. Food so primal. Eating fills me with pleasure. Survival allows me to seek other pleasures. Food so necessary for making my life better. I'm all for making life better. Turning the dark and light into better.
For me knowledge comes after feeling. Sometimes years. I'll be walking empty headed wondering what the next will bring and then I recognize that is what it meant. So I'm more patient these day, thanking  my teachers for their shoulders.

I rush to the rose garden.
Twilight and the view.
The music of the spheres is playing my
Song in sunset red.
The clouds form
A Blakian man on one knee.
Looking up I
Wonder if I'm falling or getting
Up. Diamonds in the sky looking
Into my heart.
I am being called.
Not knowing if I
Passed or failed.
I stare with all my
Soul. Hours go by.
The next day I see the same
Figure in a gallery.
Years later I see the same figure on
The cover of a Book Of Job.
The falling begins the rising.