I took my kids to see a movie tonight. I sat next to my 10 year old, who can’t sit still. He rocks back and forth and moves constantly. But he has improved a lot in recent years and can kind of control his vocalizations so isn’t making noise constantly. But I had this eerie feeling about him tonight, while I tried to help him through the movie - like he was a different race of being than my other kids. I don’t usually feel that way about autism.
It’s a strange place to be in, to know you placed your kids on a conveyor belt that snatched the peace and well being from some of them. Snatched the very light out of their eyes.
I don’t believe in self-flagellation. I do believe in atonement, though. And it may never be enough.
So many of us are changeling children. Very few realize that they lost their integrity, their wholeness, their potential to live a life true to their innate talents and brilliance due to toxic childhood vaccines.
I remember my mother telling me, when I was perhaps a teenager, or possibly older than that, "You were such a happy baby! You were always moving, active, vocalising, cooing, delighted to be alive and delightful to be with." I think she was as puzzled as I was as to what had happened to turn me into an unhappy, overly shy, difficult child. Now I know. What she said about my nature when I was a baby rang true when she said it, and it still rings true. I used to assume that bad parenting had ruined me, but I no longer believe that.
Yes, and a lot of the stories of poltergeist phenomenon tend to surround a usually female girl who is made to feel bad about her natural body.
That's a recipe for disaster.
Here's some more interesting stuff on the current dynamic...
"Daimonic Reality by Patrick Harpur examines UFOs and a wide variety of “paranormal” phenomena from a rather unique angle. Although Harpur never fully defines the daimonic—“the daimonic that can be defined is not the true daimonic,” as Lao-Tse would say—it seems to exist both inside us and outside us. Like the Greek daemon and unlike the Christian demon, it takes both good/healing and bad/terrifying forms, depending on our commitment to rationalistic ego states.
In a sense, the daimonic is like the collective unconscious of Carl Jung, inside us as a part of our total self that the ego wishes to deny, outside us in all the other humans who ever existed and in the dreams, myths, and arts of all the world. But Harpur follows Irish poet (and Golden Dawn alumnus) W. B. Yeats as often as he follows Jung, and traces some of his ideas back to Giordano Bruno and the alchemical/hermetic mystics of the Renaissance. The daimonic is just a bit more personalized and individualized than Jung’s species unconscious.
Harpur’s major thesis is that unless we recognize the daimonic (make friends with it, Jung would say) it takes increasingly malignant and terrifying forms. For instance, the Greys of UFO abduction lore, he says, are deliberately mirroring our ego-centered and “scientistic” age—showing no emotions of the humans they experiment upon, just as the ideal science student feels no emotion and has no concern with the emotions of the animal being tortured in his laboratory."
Despite dealing with many subjects common to conspiracy theories, this book does not quite fit into that category. We are the conspirators, so to speak. We have repressed the most creative part of ourselves and now it is escaping in terrifying forms."
I took my kids to see a movie tonight. I sat next to my 10 year old, who can’t sit still. He rocks back and forth and moves constantly. But he has improved a lot in recent years and can kind of control his vocalizations so isn’t making noise constantly. But I had this eerie feeling about him tonight, while I tried to help him through the movie - like he was a different race of being than my other kids. I don’t usually feel that way about autism.
It’s a strange place to be in, to know you placed your kids on a conveyor belt that snatched the peace and well being from some of them. Snatched the very light out of their eyes.
I don’t believe in self-flagellation. I do believe in atonement, though. And it may never be enough.
So many of us are changeling children. Very few realize that they lost their integrity, their wholeness, their potential to live a life true to their innate talents and brilliance due to toxic childhood vaccines.
I remember my mother telling me, when I was perhaps a teenager, or possibly older than that, "You were such a happy baby! You were always moving, active, vocalising, cooing, delighted to be alive and delightful to be with." I think she was as puzzled as I was as to what had happened to turn me into an unhappy, overly shy, difficult child. Now I know. What she said about my nature when I was a baby rang true when she said it, and it still rings true. I used to assume that bad parenting had ruined me, but I no longer believe that.
Your writing is very powerful.
Yes, and a lot of the stories of poltergeist phenomenon tend to surround a usually female girl who is made to feel bad about her natural body.
That's a recipe for disaster.
Here's some more interesting stuff on the current dynamic...
"Daimonic Reality by Patrick Harpur examines UFOs and a wide variety of “paranormal” phenomena from a rather unique angle. Although Harpur never fully defines the daimonic—“the daimonic that can be defined is not the true daimonic,” as Lao-Tse would say—it seems to exist both inside us and outside us. Like the Greek daemon and unlike the Christian demon, it takes both good/healing and bad/terrifying forms, depending on our commitment to rationalistic ego states.
In a sense, the daimonic is like the collective unconscious of Carl Jung, inside us as a part of our total self that the ego wishes to deny, outside us in all the other humans who ever existed and in the dreams, myths, and arts of all the world. But Harpur follows Irish poet (and Golden Dawn alumnus) W. B. Yeats as often as he follows Jung, and traces some of his ideas back to Giordano Bruno and the alchemical/hermetic mystics of the Renaissance. The daimonic is just a bit more personalized and individualized than Jung’s species unconscious.
Harpur’s major thesis is that unless we recognize the daimonic (make friends with it, Jung would say) it takes increasingly malignant and terrifying forms. For instance, the Greys of UFO abduction lore, he says, are deliberately mirroring our ego-centered and “scientistic” age—showing no emotions of the humans they experiment upon, just as the ideal science student feels no emotion and has no concern with the emotions of the animal being tortured in his laboratory."
Despite dealing with many subjects common to conspiracy theories, this book does not quite fit into that category. We are the conspirators, so to speak. We have repressed the most creative part of ourselves and now it is escaping in terrifying forms."