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Addicted to the screen

When I was 16,
I became highly alarmed about the power of the television. (I can’t imagine that I would have read Marshall McLuhan by then, or Jerry Mander, or any of the other writers who would become famous for writing on this subject within the next decades. So how did I get this idea? My angels?)

I had become very concerned that television – directed by major corporations – was shaping everyone’s mind, and I wanted to avoid that so I could perceive the world more naturally.

I would realize over the decades that many other things shape our perceptions, beginning with the sounds and lights and shapes around us, language, religion, education, the economy, law….

I used to come home from school and find my younger siblings in a half circle, leaned into the dramas of Lost in Space or I Dream of Jeanie.

I went straight to my bedroom, shut the door and read A Tree Grows in Brooklyn or book on self-hypnosis or dream interpretation, practiced those skills, or practiced pencil sketches of hands and feet, a recommended exercise in books on drawing.

I loved my time alone. I wonder now if it was the essential recovery time needed by people on the autism spectrum, forced to interact with multiple others all day long, while trying to act like a neurotypical.

Maybe so, but I was also consciously avoiding the danger of being molded into something devised by corporations, delivered through the TV, and instead choosing what I firmly believed was a healthier way to gain perspective on our world and prepare myself for living in it most effectively.

Many things took my life in directions I did not plan, and even tried to avoid, but I was still able to avoid the television from 1974 to 2014.

And I believe I held onto, at least better than most, some of my natural but culturally-denied abilities.

I’ve had lifelong experiences of having portals open for me to see through or to be drawn through. I have tried to will them to reveal themselves or open for me, but have never succeeded; the portals clearly are controlled by somebody else, mostly my angels.

I also seem to have had other intelligences enter my body, often to do some healing or other amazing physical feat, during which I watch, powerless to act, often in amazement, and then the other leaves and I am back in full control.

This is my most common experience, but I have also once or twice had someone else take over who embarrassed me horribly. She seems to be an inner saboteur, installed to maybe entertain some trickster god?

Or – forcing myself to try to see this in a more positive light – maybe a spiritual challenge to learn to keep my own portals better protected?

(This is a confession I do not like to make. But it seems important for others to know.)

These abilities we call psychic, multidimensional, spiritual, or crazy – are skills I believe are our human birthright but have been unfortunately deadened or tightly repressed by all of these aspects of our culture.

In a different culture, they might have been encouraged, nurtured, directed, crafted into an effective resource for each one of us on our soul’s journey.

Compared to that possibility, the society we are living in is… difficult to describe without using the worst superlatives.

I have not done the work I might have to craft my abilities, but I have acknowledged them and tried to work with them, a little. And frequently my angels seem to get through to me.

It’s them that I credit with warning me about the television. And there have been many other times they have warned me of danger and given me direction and comfort.

Again, I credit these gifts with avoiding the screen.

I never saw a Seinfeld episode until many years later when I wanted to see what had captivated everyone’s attention for so many years. I was appalled. Somehow the corporations have gotten the masses to laugh at people treating other people so poorly and laughing and mocking?! It hurt my heart to realize, and it also explained things I have witnessed in this world that have made no sense to me.

I never saw Dallas, ever.

I never saw The X-Files, except once when I dropped by one of my adult children’s apartments and found them there with friends expecting us to Hush! because that show was on, gluing everyone’s attention.

When I saw that show finally, on Netflix, I was hooked. Especially one of the early scenes, where the girl has red blood flow from her nostril.

I had once had a very bizarre night followed by blowing out a large red blood clot and discovering other physical wounds on my body.

Then many of my weird experiences of the past 14 years began to be depicted on this TV show.

I had only gotten a big screen and Netflix subscription after I had found myself disabled mysteriously with what I would learn years later was Lyme Disease. I could barely feed myself, but I couldn’t lay in bed, bored, but worse, filled with anxiety.

What had happened to me? I had suddenly become so sick I could not keep myself fed. But I was too proud to ask anyone for help. My boyfriend came over and treated me as though I was being dramatic and refused to help me make a meal when I had started and then given up and was sitting on a kitchen chair, devastated. He sneered and left.

Somehow I ordered a big screen, figured out the subscription, and I soon began to sit for days on end, slumped, dull, clicking, somewhat starving, and watching The X-Files.

Since then, I’ve been struggling with the same addiction I used to feel sorry for almost everyone else in the world for succumbing to.

So I look back now to when I was 16, so certain of my convictions, and somehow so strong as to avoid for 40 years, 1974 to 2014, doing what everyone else did.

I chose the luxury of quiet time alone. And I want to get back there again. But anxiety keeps me coming back to these artificial dramas, I suspect for the sense of relief at others’ dramas neatly coming to an end.

But then the excitement comes again, their dramas repeated in a slightly different form, and around we go.

We are better than this.

Multiple Personality – not crazy

I wrote this long time ago, but somehow it ended up in my draft folder….

Is Multiple Personality Disorder (Dissociative Identity Disorder) “crazy”?

Actually, it’s considered a creative solution, usually emerging accidentally in childhood, to keep from going crazy when experiencing something beyond what the psyche can handle, like torture.  The vast majority of multiples experienced torture as children in one way or another.

(Today MPD is called Dissociative Identity Disorder, but many of us prefer the old term as more descriptive of our experience.)

How multiple splitting comes about:  Under extreme stress, a person, especially a child, might “leave their body” to psychically escape unbearable pain; the mind, however, keeps recording the body’s experience – now on a blank slate – which then becomes another, separate personality.

The initial separation sets a repeatable pattern in the person called dissociation (dissociating mind from body); with ongoing stress, the pattern is repeated again and again, creating more and more alternate personalities, called “alters.”  Since some of the alters are too afraid to come back into the body and risk torture again, they remain children.  Interestingly, their young psyches may actually help the body stay young-looking – until an older alter comes out.

While the fragmentation of the psyche is not “normal,” each of the fragments, alters, is sane.  They each have a sane perspective on their piece of the world.  If they escaped pain, they have a psychology that never experienced pain and is normal for that experience.  If the alter was one that did experience pain, they may have a neurotic personality, but totally appropriate to and sane for their experience.

Most positive: with all those alters, multiples have potentially more perspective than most – like insects with multiply-faceted eyes.  The trick is coordinating the alters, helping the suffering ones heal, giving disruptive alters appropriate new “jobs” and identities, and if communication is a problem, helping everyone communicate, etc.

In ancient societies, multiples were supported and often honored for their diverse perspectives and skills, usually broad, including a range of skills from the mundane to psychic – as the alters who spent the most time dissociated from the body often develop significant psychic skills.  These individuals were often trained as shamans.

1976 film Sybil, starring Sally Field and Joanne Woodward 1976 film Sybil, starring Sally Field and Joanne Woodward

In modern society, on the other hand, there is little recognition, much less appreciation or caring support for multiples.  Some find good therapists, but many do not, and the cause of their affliction, the torture, is typically ignored by society.  If individuals cannot function well enough to pass as un-fragmented, they live as “disabled” – even though they may have a lot of wisdom with all their perspectives.

Relationships between the alters can be very different from multiple to multiple.  Some alters are entirely unknown to the other alters, which causes tremendous problems for the person.  Sometimes a person has “co-conscious” alters which work together quite successfully (like myself), though there may be disconnected alters as well that cause occasional problems.

Children under torturous conditions who don’t “leave their bodies” and dissociate often become schizophrenic.  So dissociation, MPD, is a blessing in disguise, having saved the child from a far worse possibility.  MPD/DID is fairly easy to heal (unless complicated by mind control); schizophrenia, on the other hand, is considered incurable.

1957 movie starring Joanne Woodward and Lee J Cobb 1957 movie starring Joanne Woodward and Lee J Cobb

Being a multiple personality has not been easy, but it’s been far less difficult than typically depicted in books and movies, and in some ways, it seems to be an advantage:  Many of us discover we have the capacity to manage a wide variety of mental tasks, having a lot of “minds” holographically in our beings.  Managing them all is the trick.

The common perception of “multiples,” as being tragically out of control, is true for some, but many multiples are also very high-functioning, many even testing at genius levels (as I have a few times).  Granted, we also often have severe mental, psychological, social, emotional, and spiritual challenges as well – as readers of my book can appreciate.

As for the torture that causes multiple-ness:  In the past, torture of children usually happened by accident, a child surviving a wild animal attack, for instance.  Unfortunately, their propensity for dissociating was noted by people lacking empathy and any moral code, and they learned to take advantage of them, making literal slaves of the multiples.

In the 1940s, China and the United States, each seeking to protect their wartime secrets from their adversaries, began to experiment on soldiers,  splitting their minds through torture – their own citizens, as well as others around the world.

cia doctorsThe CIA eventually developed at least 123 mind control programs, the CIA Director testified to the Senate.  Researchers have further uncovered evidence that an estimated 20,000 American or Canadian children and many more adults were used between the late 1940s and the mid 1970s – individuals who had no idea they were experimental subjects, did not give their consent, and have never been acknowledged, assisted in healing, or compensated.

The CIA director testified that they destroyed all the files because they wouldn’t do anyone any good.  As a consequence, no subject can prove they were involved and disabled in this program.)

Few researchers or subjects believe they destroyed our files.  They will never destroy our files, because they have tens or hundreds or thousands of us in some state of useful functionality or dysfunctionality, and no scientist would throw away the product of millions or billions of dollars of research over the decades.  No way.  So we live with ongoing surveillance, “doctoring,” being used as an amnestic agent and/or being used as an experimental test subject for the newest drugs, technology, and/or programming.

It is clearly criminal, the sort of thing that the United States has apologized for in recent decades, usually a century late.  But today everyone is terrified to be the front person for a challenge to this.  And even though we have testimony of the highest caliber, the courts refuse to accept our personal testimony that we know we were, and are still, subjects, and most of us have memories breaking through we’re willing to testify about.

The gravity of the crime of mind control is so great that it terrorizes, entrances, silences, subdues our fellow citizens, also useful.

Ironically, it’s a blessing in this situation to be able to dissociate, though the other alters do sense things and can suffer greatly even if they can’t remember why.

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More on American mind control history is in my page “Mind Control Defined.”Candyjones_cover-210

More of my personal experience is in my post “Multiple-ness: What it Feels Like.”

Doing the Work of Healing

And here’s another from Story, perhaps more to the point, reposted from https://wherespiritstops.wordpress.com/2016/06/09/doing-the-work-of-healing/:

One of the most difficult lessons in acceptance lies in the fact that we encounter situations that may not have been our fault (like a car crash) but which have consequences that require us to do painful, difficult work (like physiotherapy for injuries) in order to get through the experience and ultimately overcome it.

Any lack of acceptance of this fact will leave one stranded and stuck in one’s own life journey, asking why me? and protesting that this isn’t fair. Of course, this attitude doesn’t accomplish anything except to prolong and potentially exacerbate the problem at hand.

The work we are required to do in life never ends; in fact, life has a funny way of finding something for us to do if we have too much stagnant time on our hands. But one can easily find ways to avoid doing the work, especially when it comes to healing one’s own soul from past hurts. This is the most important work we can do for ourselves and the potential for growth, renewal, and reward is exhilarating.

Yet all too often we resist. Because it doesn’t seem fair that we should have to do the work, and perhaps because we fear both how hard it will be, and also how much responsibility for our life we will be claiming as our own. After all, if we believe we can’t heal ourselves, then it’s not our own fault that we’re unhappy, right?

No.

It is terrifying to accept full responsibility for our physical and spiritual lives, and many people are devotedly determined to avoid that responsibility. By claiming responsibility for our own lives, we have the potential to create our own present and future selves in ways that, when we were stuck in our pasts, we could not have imagined. Unfortunately, this thrilling truth is overshadowed by our fear of failure, because if we are solely responsible for our own healing and growth, any sense of failure leaves us with nothing to blame but ourselves.

What if I told you – what if I outright promised you – that you have the power to dream yourself into a new state of being simply through faith and doing the work? What if I told you that by surrendering to your own responsibilities you could actuallyguarantee a better, happier, healthier, more fulfilling and infinitely free life for yourself? And, you can’t fail. You’ll make mistakes and life will still throw things at you that you’ll have to figure out how to handle. But if you are doing the work, you can’t actually fail at all. It’s a win-win situation where what you’re really doing is claiming your soul’s purpose and living for it.

The only thing you have to do is surrender to the fact that you are responsible for your own life’s happiness and achievement. After that, you will be comforted to know that there is little else to surrender yourself to.

I am writing to you as a survivor of abuse of every sort, beginning as early as I can possibly remember. As a result of this, I suffered a multitude of symptoms of various mental disorders – PTSD, social anxiety, eating disorders, depression, self-harm, and extreme dissociation. I experienced constant body memories, a type of somatic pain that could be excruciating, as if the past abuse was happening in the present moment. I came to identify as a multiple, meaning that I knew my soul was fractured into countless pieces due to the trauma I experienced. The wounds and consequences of my past gripped me in an iron fist of pain and fear and a complete lack of personal power or hope.

I thought I was broken and couldn’t be fixed. I could not recall a time when I had ever felt whole and sane and strong. But by taking complete responsibility for working my own healing, by definition I also claimed all the power over it and am now achieving more than I could have ever dreamed possible.

In the last six months especially, I have been freed from almost every  debilitating symptom that I used to experience daily. I’ve been doing hard, relentless work, every single day. It’s not an easy road, but it is my road and to give up healing would be to give up my own personal power.

The most instrumental concepts behind my work towards healing can be summed up in two statements: 1) I am not morally responsible for anything that happened during the years of my abuse, due to the young age at which it began and the way I was kept controlled. 2) I am completely responsible (both causally and morally) for my soul’s purpose now.

To me, it is a simple fact that nothing that happened to me throughout my childhood, and even into my adulthood, was my fault. I did not deserve the abuse I suffered. Further, I had no choice and no freedom during that period of my life, being as much a captive as anyone can be. You can’t blame a prisoner of war for things she was forced to do by her captors under threat of death. I did a lot of unpleasant things under force, and those things aren’t my fault either.

Is it fair that these things happened to me, or that the work I have done has been so difficult, even deeply unpleasant? I don’t think in those terms. I might as well ask if it is fair that my heart must continue beating on and on without rest.

The heart beats because it is the work and purpose of the heart’s existence. Likewise, I heal because it is my soul’s purpose to do so, at least in part.

I believe I can achieve a complete transformation of my body, mind and soul — simply because no one else can do it for me.  This is my life’s work, and I accept it with grace and gratitude.

Healing a Little Girl in Meditation

Time to return to meditation 

Approach:  Imagine my True Self a still vessel watching all the thoughts.

(I’ve always known I was supposed to watch my thoughts, but I’d never thought of the part of me who is the still vessel watching – except once.  I did a meditation by Stephen LaBerge that blew my mind in a delightful way:  at the end of his 15-minute recorded meditation, he asked, Who is aware? – which surprised me so much, I printed a bunch of little slips of paper with the question on it, and posted them on all the mirrors.  But, over the years, some other part of me has continued resisting sitting down to meditate.)

New experience!  I see a child rolling around in place at an impossible rate, super-human speed, just round and round and round endlessly like a swarm of gnats.  She could not be touched, and I knew she was the part of me that had been tortured and was still running from her fears.

My writer self would, of course, want to observe, feel, think, and carefully document.  My part that’s been given instructions on how to meditate says, “Just observe and let it go.”  My healer self  says, We’ve never seen this before.  It is a blessed opportunity.  This child is in pain.  Let’s step in. This is even the point of this meditation:  this awareness.  

The little girl could not be touched or calmed at first.  Any approach, and she rolled away, always away.  We wanted to calm and assure her, but she could not be touched.

A ray of calming energy was shot into her, allowing us to put our hands gently on her upper arms.  She could feel us, and she relaxed.

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Two other meditation techniques used at the same time:  To relax each part of the body, one at a time, and to recognize the part of me that is the witness.  While relaxing my face and beginning to relax my throat, that was when I saw the little girl rolling, and it led that quickly to its resolution.  Thank Goodness.

Thank All You who read this blog.

Blessings on your meditations.  May they be healing to you.