As a therapeutic exercise, rewriting it in fiction form could be an imaginative way of coming to terms with the traumatic event. But actually I was looking forward to this post and wanted to hear more FACTS from the story/memory. It sounds like a painful experience and I can relate. I'm more interested in how truth is stranger than ficti…
As a therapeutic exercise, rewriting it in fiction form could be an imaginative way of coming to terms with the traumatic event. But actually I was looking forward to this post and wanted to hear more FACTS from the story/memory. It sounds like a painful experience and I can relate. I'm more interested in how truth is stranger than fiction and memory blurs the line anyway. I enjoy a good critical reading of BM including the psychedelic extremes of fear and loathing. I had my own experience with the law after a Decompression in SF that led me to a night in jail and getting beaten by police. I don't tend to interpret it through an Egregore lense, though I was not on gobs of LSD. It did end up a very traumatic event in which i didn't know whether I would have my job back for a whole year as I was charged with possession, (got stopped for a U turn with no car in sight, i was searching for my wallet in a bag which was enough for a cop to tear me out of a car and slam me on the road with 6 combat body armored robot like men: I may have been lightly intoxicated from earlier in the day but I did end up passing the drunk driving test) I was eventually cleared, though its lasting effects can be seen in the damage it did to my children from the depression and anxiety of the parents. A year of anguish I desperately wish I could redo, but it's done--and must accept and see that I eventually did overcome it and get my job back. I still don't like writing about it, but it was a big life change I can see connected to the hedonism of BM, but I interpret it more as my own dualistic lifestyle coming to a crisis and as a collision with the militaristic drug war. It was 2015 just as the orange menace was beginning to rear his ugly head. I go to BM with my wife for the last 20 years or so namely as an escape from the stress of our normal default jobs in our privileged American dystopia (really hard to fit everything i was thinking into that sentence). I'll spare the details but it's worth considering that getting brutalized and put in jail by cops is not necessary and could be handled by trained professionals to minimize harm. And you shouldn't have been taken to jail either. I can see why we disassociate the pain of experiences by forming a wild theory around them: I for one see correlation astrologically as I have interpreted through that lens for more than 3 decades, but at the risk of seeming ignorant, the Egregore actual entities in thought forms correlating with events can sound a little more like blame, rather than synchronicity (such as astrology reveals). But I think I'm beginning to understand the concept a little more...Good luck on seminar & Thanks for the story Daniel! K
As a therapeutic exercise, rewriting it in fiction form could be an imaginative way of coming to terms with the traumatic event. But actually I was looking forward to this post and wanted to hear more FACTS from the story/memory. It sounds like a painful experience and I can relate. I'm more interested in how truth is stranger than fiction and memory blurs the line anyway. I enjoy a good critical reading of BM including the psychedelic extremes of fear and loathing. I had my own experience with the law after a Decompression in SF that led me to a night in jail and getting beaten by police. I don't tend to interpret it through an Egregore lense, though I was not on gobs of LSD. It did end up a very traumatic event in which i didn't know whether I would have my job back for a whole year as I was charged with possession, (got stopped for a U turn with no car in sight, i was searching for my wallet in a bag which was enough for a cop to tear me out of a car and slam me on the road with 6 combat body armored robot like men: I may have been lightly intoxicated from earlier in the day but I did end up passing the drunk driving test) I was eventually cleared, though its lasting effects can be seen in the damage it did to my children from the depression and anxiety of the parents. A year of anguish I desperately wish I could redo, but it's done--and must accept and see that I eventually did overcome it and get my job back. I still don't like writing about it, but it was a big life change I can see connected to the hedonism of BM, but I interpret it more as my own dualistic lifestyle coming to a crisis and as a collision with the militaristic drug war. It was 2015 just as the orange menace was beginning to rear his ugly head. I go to BM with my wife for the last 20 years or so namely as an escape from the stress of our normal default jobs in our privileged American dystopia (really hard to fit everything i was thinking into that sentence). I'll spare the details but it's worth considering that getting brutalized and put in jail by cops is not necessary and could be handled by trained professionals to minimize harm. And you shouldn't have been taken to jail either. I can see why we disassociate the pain of experiences by forming a wild theory around them: I for one see correlation astrologically as I have interpreted through that lens for more than 3 decades, but at the risk of seeming ignorant, the Egregore actual entities in thought forms correlating with events can sound a little more like blame, rather than synchronicity (such as astrology reveals). But I think I'm beginning to understand the concept a little more...Good luck on seminar & Thanks for the story Daniel! K
Thanks for your thoughts! Sorry you had that experience. I have more to say but not right now!